Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Feel ignored, down in the dump
even if by dumb luck
we have gotten rich & plump
or by own sweaty pluck?
Case you still feel neglected
tell who has chump minions but Trump?
Try not feel too dejected
imagine you’d been a sump pump:
You’d gurgle & clank in cellars dark & dank
doomed underground regardless of how you crank
Ducks handle well trifle
and still take on more
Useless rants they’ll stifle
without feeling sore
For she’s your standard duck
off which water drops repel
by design – not duck’s pluck
so why should not all be well?
She just muffles her ‘victim’ quack
ignores her enabling claque
Places trust in her run-off back
does not expect any plaque
They manage well those birds of a feather
swim, fly unruffled in any weather
Comes dawn am wakening up
next to my wondrous wife
then sipping first coffee cup
still spared from thoughts of strife
At nighttime reading in bed
til nodding off, dropping the book
vigor to stay awake shred
dropping off to sleep in our nook
Fleetingly these life’s highlights
shields my heart from what benights
A ‘Me First’ stance keeps us shielded
but locked up in insularity
might a wider scope have yielded
engaged, heartfelt solidarity?
What we don’t wish to see clearly
shall hold us back severely
If we’re sorry, regret dearly
but late for that, sincerely!
Feigning concern of the odd thing
perhaps a posting with verbal sting?
We’ll Tweet, on Facebook take a swing
but not prepared to enter the ring!
While for change with real world traction
what’s needed: Hard nosed commanders
capable of strong hands-on action
Not Twitter storms by bystanders
Like those among us effete screechers
hiding away in online bleachers
Truly it has been achieved
be it much belated
existentially relieved
by breakthrough elated
Been presumptive in perspective
each stodgy, rigid mistake
but since woke up, turned affective
much quicker now the uptake
This moment in this lifetime
whether in role calm or aghast
here & now is my showtime
in the part which I have been cast!
Long overdue to start my true role
old one been taking horrid a toll
What pusillanimity
socialist insincerity!
Why fake magnanimity
bother with solidarity?
Don’t you know generosity
went long since out of fashion?
Cheap shot of grandiosity
to indulge in compassion!
Thanks, but rather stay solipsistic
than have to pretend altruistic!
Watch him there behind the wheel
in his sleek, gleaming, wheeled bubble
(at 60K what a steal!)
such cool driver, bald with stubble
With his self-satisfied smirk
whether on foot or SUV
he shall still manage to irk
in repetitious syncope
But were I the mild mensch to which am striving
would I mention who irks and what they’re driving?
Now when on tenterhooks
being yelled at in stentor
our anxious tender hearts
need help from truthful mentor
To find one with the smarts
depth beyond in books
Not picked by trowing darts
nor going by looks
Who’d imagined campaigning for President
would turn into an inane circus event?
Never mind campaigning for President
has turned into an inane fake event
Thoughts may readily be shared
be it with self-restraint
while emotions best not bared
til we further acquaint
If my opinions you bulldoze
while yours are stridently pushed
a fledgling friendship may foreclose
leaving me feeling ambushed
While the more we patiently listen
the brighter our prospects shall glisten
When was the most recent time
looking in a mirror
that whistles blew, bells would chime
when viewed ourself clearer?
For in its reflection
on close inspection
we shan’t see perfection
or mass affection
So what, in creation’s aviary
few get to sing like a canary
therefore being a bird ordinary
might perhaps prove most salutary?