Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
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.
We are on a mission
self-centered, all-out
in blazing volition
blinded to fall-out
That’s how the human neighborhood
by self-will been sent crashing
Who looks out for the common good
amidst all egos clashing?
Solidarity ignored
or even outright rejected
can it ever be restored
when we’re scattered disconnected?
Leaving each other in the dust shamelessly
while we’re trying to hog it all, blamelessly!
Are we on a mission
self-centered, all-out
in blazing volition
blinded to fall-out?
That’s how the human neighborhood
by self-will been sent crashing
Who looks out for the common good
amidst all egos clashing?
Solidarity ignored
or even outright rejected
Will it ever be restored
when we’re scattered disconnected
Left each other in the dust shamelessly
while we try hogging it all blamelessly!
While in erstwhile hushed times
we were allowed to slow down
sounds of lingering chimes
listened to with smile, not frown
Those were the days of reflection
by humans of circumspection
“Just ride it out”, says my cheery wife,
“watch a video, write a verse
enjoy your late life without the strife!”
Until carted off in the hearse
But spared suffering, struggle & strife
how can humans live well in life?
If trivial coasting til last breath
we’re not alive before our death?
And how to pretend Life is smooth sailing
while throwing up bent over the railing?
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railing = here: a ship’s (hand) rail
Faces may look ashen
of cyclists vintage
look as out of fashion
as penny mintage
But on self-selected rounds
cyclists rarely feel repletion
as riding the ups & downs
rarely results in depletion
But they find life off the bike middling
movement without pedaling: piddling
A tree will grow
almost anywhere
perfectly slow.
Of what, whom aware?
We cannot you or me
thrive between boulders.
Lacking unlike the tree
patience, behold hers!
By Nature’s fashion bedight
chilled or damp shade endures
as well in blinding sunlight
stoically inures.
Imperceptibly stretches
the tree shall persevere.
On faintest skyline etches
foliage crystal clear.
While trees shiver in still silence
humans rage in chain saw violence.
While us mediocrities much maligned
viewed as hapless maidens dowry-less
humans see matters clearer when sidelined
uninvested, as well powerless
What presumption of the Power Elite
skewed sense of selves & cluelessly effete!
Do our character flaws
whatever the cause
detract like tearing jaws
or mere scratching paws?
Flaws shall keep us estranged
make us seem deranged
and while feeling shortchanged
still persist unchanged
Human Nature unruly
which we ought but abhor
it keeps us ensnared cruelly
Just doesn’t work to ignore
Keeps persisting immutably
while doing so inscrutably
In sweet voices lilted
while vocabulary wilts
communing gets jilted
very language itself tilts
Why is it presumed painful
in case word-flow slows to standstill
to ‘conversation’ baneful
when cliches pile on as ‘word fill’?
Mutter not in soliloquy!
Select words which dance ballet
most willingly and willowy!
Shun words when served as buffet:
Insist instead to see the full menu
or you shall be cast as the ingenue
A person’s unique essence
in human interaction
business views as excrescence
treated as infraction
But scripting won’t make us sincere
(sincerity needs no script)
puts up but a flimsy veneer
in obsequious prescript
Leaving our hapless corporate cog
to plod on in soulless workplace bog