Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Fall’s last leaf quivers
in duty most steadfast
in chilled winds shivers
determined to outlast
The last leaf on the branch
to past Summer hanging true
A rousing rear guard stance
or just blind loyalty’s glue?
When loses its gallant grip
last one to abandon ship!
With riches ill gotten
they now claim entitled hots
(ethics best forgotten)
for more mansions, art & yachts
While the poor ‘ill begotten’
have most essential hots
for meals less thin & rotten
and to sleep on clean cots
On each poor the rich make but a penny
but it adds up because they’re so many
A father’s advice to his son of marrying age
Whether a ‘lounging’ heiress
find one with spiritual depth
or an ‘on feet’ hairdresser
Insist on sweet soul, mind of breadth
(Not, if newly, a divorcee
or a just released parolee)
One shapely with good looks:
A compelling muse
one who adeptly cooks
doesn’t watch tv news
A woman hard for you to match
and one not too easy to catch
We’re told that granddaughter Ellie, on a NYC field trip, craved tasting a ‘real’ bagel. While waiting in line (snaking half-around-the-block) to Katz’s Deli she ‘elliequently’ burst out: “Is this place any good?”
“Did she sweetly get nervous
fearing that the long wait
was just due to slow service
not bagels being great?”
The other year Ellie visited the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem, and is said to have made this ‘ellitist’ remark:
“Well, it’s wholly holy
but of modest scale
in height rising lowly
but go ahead: wail!
So that’s all:
an old wall?”
On the same NYC trip as when Ellie snaked around Katz’s she also visited Wall Street, and perhaps congruently she reflected:
“Be it where they scam & cheat
where displaying grim gall:
Just another city street
lacking parking. That’s all!”
She’s the Katz’s meow!
O Bella, ciao!
Splendidly gallop our horses
below glimmer of sabers
in bravely fought lost good causes
thus found stillborn our labors
While briefly providing
gushing feelgood rush
way too soon subsiding
that compelling crush
Thusly often runs the course
of many a ‘noble’ cause
Only found out yesteryear
when soaked by waves of fears
when it became crystal clear
that I’ve been old for years
Had already lost my stride
long before realized
had turned oversized my pride
which by then ossified
Been trying hard to hide
that I then replied
with “I take it in stride!”
Well, back then I lied
Happiness but cloying
pinkish ribbon flown
flimsy & decoying
by fickle winds blown
While embracing Peace of Mind
steadfastly us anchor
Life’s most impeccable find
knows calm joy, not rancor
Happiness dallies in distracting
Peace of Mind lets us live exacting
Humans selfishly devolved
into self-absorbed, complacent
Of obligations absolved
only sparingly complaisant
Turned inconsiderate, smug
Unless there’s something gained
barely a glance or a shrug
towards others deigned
Cluelessly protesting: “We’re blameless!”
Conniving, scheming, seeming shameless
So tingly tactile:
tripping on an anthill
dancing a quadrille
working in a steel mill
Instead we vainly preen:
leaned on the Net’s crutch
as watching on a screen
keep us out of touch
Yet we butt in prone to pronounce – come on!
although we know so little from hands-on!
What’s of essence won’t be understood
by merely verbal explaining
in Hollywood films, in Womanhood
or automotive retraining
What if insight happens unasked
but instantly fully grasped
finding ourselves jolted aghast
fully captivated, gasped?
So don’t cowardly sit out the dance
as Life may offer us a fresh chance!