Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
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
as am all-fired
(not for my honeymoon)
and verse-wise inspired
Deeply now engaged in quatrain
swimming in my deepest dream
striving hard to clinch the arcane
Not just splash in shoal prose stream
Let’s instead meet at some other time
when I’m 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
Relished the smooth ride home from the shop
trip home with steep hills seems just a hop:
Crystal crisp the shifting
Crankset, gears ticking
Handlebars uplifting
No foreign clicking
Tires whirl p.s.i. correct
hum of the well-oiled chain
Seating position perfect
I glide in the arcane
Wheels well spoked
tightly drawn
Pedals stoked
by brash brawn
All this combine to sweetly
boost the ride home most fleetly
I’ve arrived at a stage
when finding most ‘news’ canard
of small use at my age
being somewhat a blowhard
What merely simulates
no longer stimulates
The wide world no longer
entices with what’s out there
While pulsating stronger
my heart & mind both right here
Staying calm around home, so far unbarred
while feeling wayward beyond my backyard
There exists no stronger fealty
in our late stage capitalism
than for example to realty
as entitled opportunism
Lost in stock market goosery
watching transactions careen
Splashing awash in usury
indulging profits obscene
By justification spurious
while to multitudes injurious