Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
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
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?
While one cheats in golf putting
other flinged racket in tennis
indicative, off-putting
of their deadly menace:
Benito Mussolini
full blown fascist, brazen
‘Donito Trumpolini’
proto-fascist, phase-in
Their egos dysplastic
spur their speeches bombastic
Their jaws jutting
language crude
postures strutting
manners rude
Died in ’45, Benito
while Donald lacking circumspection
not even close to finito
so runs again for reelection
Because both such slickers
brash, ignorant & tacky
they attract boot lickers
minions in millions, wacky
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-dysplastic = growth larger than normal
-golf, tennis = here: Don’s & Ben’s respective favorite sports
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
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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
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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?