Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
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!
My worn mind kept on churning
jaws clenched in face paling
ears & cheeks hotly burning
relived every failing
Aged humiliations amassed
kept The Now cruelly harassed
I could not bear in time left
to be held captive by The Past
Then, at last, found strength to heft
rebelled in too long suppressed blast!
Since having tamed The Past iniquitous
The Now been blossoming ubiquitous
Memories glaringly stoke
turns the Past over as by plow
while seems every pedal stroke
distracts me away from The Now
Riding the bike ‘memory machine’
brings on wondrous recollection
as if shown on refulgent wide screen
in stern fiat retrospection
Whilst as long as rotate the wheels
my mixed Past unflinchingly squeals 8
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squeal = to inform on
Attempting life uncomplicated
in today’s screeching world unhinged
more so by each day, inundated
finding myself ever more fringed
Near drowning in dubiety
from which never sounds ‘all clear’
still lessens my anxiety
when in verse I persevere
Or when my disquietude brims
when shallow restlessness spikes
or whenever the outlook dims
I jump on one of my bikes
Quatrain strophes, pedal strokes allay
fleetingly nudge doomsday thoughts away
Thanks so much, delighted
but am chasing the arcane
Glad to be invited
but mired knee-deep in quatrain
Right now inopportune
find myself all-fired
(in lasting honeymoon)
and verse-wise inspired
Fully engaged in quatrain
frolicking in my deepest dream
striving to clinch the arcane
Not splashing in shallow prose stream
Let’s instead meet at some other time
when been cold shouldered by muse & rhyme?
Walking Life’s path
more or less fulfilled
by Life’s own math
attitudes instilled
Passions few & unwilled
our ambitions mild
ruled by those iron-willed
who have us beguiled
Throughout ages people altruistic
been pushed around by those agonistic
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agonistic = combative; polemic
Who misses peace of mind
when feeling invincible?
Towards change disinclined
simply not convincible
How breezily we’re self-reliant
on course set obliviously!
Of solidarity defiant
while grabbing lasciviously:
Fleetingly our bodies do subsist
while our hearts & souls on the sick list