Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Again and again she looks
for what’s urgently ‘essential’
zero objections she brooks
then pours on efforts torrential
These things she’d ‘wanted forever’
and won’t fumble on follow through:
She pursues in all out endeavor
as been her custom hitherto
No hurdle shall stand in her way
allowing herself no rest
against peace of mind she’ll inveigh
until having scored the best
Of pride an overdose
dense, too bellicose?
but would be grandiose
to try diagnose
Trying to philosophize
on the meaning of existence
is a frill that ossifies
best focus on co-existence
Try just belong
let’s not be headstrong
“To Get Along”
ought be our theme song
Listen closer to bird song
until our common swan song
Watching my feet
flat on back in bed
in Summer’s heat
how toes wiggle, spread
Watching my feet contoured
against the open windows
most pleasantly endured
as a warm, gentle wind blows:
rushing between toes
as I lusciously doze
timed out from Life’s throes
in refreshing repose
In the very moment spared all woes
from my balding top to wiggling toes
Ought not feel a blush
if some clueless minions
carry on & gush
sharing my opinion
Would not regard as auspicious
or melt down all affective
but would rather feel suspicious
in attitude deflective:
As I’m so rarely acknowledged to be right
suspect someone who agrees can’t be too bright
I’d keep on spouting rickety yack
my train wheels going clickety-clack:
Seldom were I a locomotive
usually a mere caboose
Rarely dug deep down to emotive
just spouting cursory excuse
*
I’d be like a storm tossed ship
on vast ocean a mere blip:
Bow setting in waves slake
as memories fade remote
astern in churning wake
but briefly they stay afloat
*
If a car the whimsical Deux Chevaux
that purely minimalist, wheeled gizmo:
Watch it doggedly ‘dash’ uphill
engine whining wheezily
at speeds barely besting standstill
While downhill rolls easily
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-Deux Chevaux = the simple, lightweight & low-powered Citroën 2CV car
https://www.motortrend.com/vehicle-genres/citroen-2cv-history-photos/
I’m no ‘poet’ hifalutin
mere ‘versifier’ callow
who does his own in foot shooting
writing rhyming verse shallow
A superficial spin drier
of phrases oddly acquired
Just dressed up in pretend attire
for yet a show uninspired
Proclaim prim ‘poetry fellows’:
“Let’s send that versifier
off to illiterate gallows
that foul, faux falsifier!”
But while ‘poets’ opine with such gumption
what if they’re just sloshing in presumption?
Doesn’t make an intellectual
just ’cause on mundane life’s path
he’s clumsy, ineffectual
or does not do well at math
No oratorical giant
when merely didactical
only impressing those pliant
dreamers most impractical
So before in verbiage he basks
best wait and see if anyone asks?
jams speedometer needle
in floored intensity
unaware of own wheedle
To-do list incompressible
flashes iridescently
in manner irrepressible
complies acquiescently
Locked-on she performs
brainstormingly
stirring up dust storms
barnstormingly
Her comportment audacious
at peak pursuit tenacious
How we whip up the batter
amidst spills & splatter
with clanks & clinks & clatter
shall tastily matter
May frantically fiddle
watching out for mistakes
by the sizzling hot griddle
shaping up the hotcakes
Can the essence be found, sweet or awful
solely in the eating of the waffle?
May a crackling fire roaringly warm our chilled hearts
thaw our icicles of brittle self absorption.
A gallant gale scatter the heavy thoughts
howling through the dank caves of our darkness.
A brisk river douse our seething anger
firmly sweep it out onto the calm sea.
A gentle swell cradle our gnawing fears.
A hot summer sun dry our soggy soul.
May we not toss in anxiety and constraint
but float lightly in the restful peace of restraint.