Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
As we contribute zero
in these days the Poltroon
(not that intrepid Hero)
is the one we festoon
Though own lives uninspired
(both in dull play, work drudging)
we’d hoped to be admired
so now others begrudging
Were it only once in a blue moon
that we carried on like a buffoon!
Are they being overwrought
in Military Paradise
those bemedaled Argonauts
who keep exhorting sacrifice:
for Freedom & Democracy
to flow out the barrel of the gun?
The life quenching hypocrisy
that the Argonauts shall never shun
Their faces don’t show pallor
while humming Te Deum
their proclaimed Christian Valor
contrary to Freedom
To secure empire Pentagon
handles wars of premeditation
It remains the sine qua non
to what’s needing annihilation
Leaving us to watch the Pentagon roll on
over the next small country it bears down on
Erstwhile kids, now grownups
galloping wildly
standing in own stirrups
Long now since childly
Ought not be arcane
let them be who they are
So give them free rein
and the chance to go far
Do free them, or would you rather
that they turn out like their father?
Defenders’ strong resistance ignored
by Sam in dazzling, rushed attack floored
Of opposing team awless
he served a pass so flawless
that even his Farfar could’ve scored
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-Sam: Our grandson, who provided the pivotal pass in the close 1-0 victory
-Farfar: grandfather in Swedish
Flower’s stalk bows bent
face down, pose dejected
but does she lament
her being rejected?
While I admired her entranced
who else might have noticed
spared but the briefest of glance
or feeling remotest?
Why would a single real life flower need to be seen
when several thousands can be pulled up on your screen?
The careerist know-it-all
with elite tries to blend
with supercilious gall
determined to ascend
He knows how ingratiate
of superiors kiss their butts
flatter, his CV inflate
Of rivals kick them in their nuts
Taps into people’s envy & fear
telling them the lies they wanna hear
In stillness we need not strive for more
as its wind embraces in warm whisper
The past doesn’t whimper, future doesn’t roar
Thoughts may blur, while emotions feel crisper
Into stillness we’re gladly brought
it’s a place where we may be taught
Others we hate or fear
and regard with derision
We carry guns & sneer
amidst growing division
Facing constant suspicion
we’re piling up the munition
Self-defense our sole mission
sensing no need for contrition
Under the law of ‘stand-your-ground’
go ahead, fire another round!
Even when finding
pavement coarse
and street lights blinding
on Life’s course
might as well let it run it’s course
as not much we can change, of course
In her chair she’d swivel
pontificating
with much inane drivel
alienating
But as she’s the boss
I make my eyes glisten
can’t handle job loss
that thought jolts in frisson
and so goes yet another day
in the cutthroat corporate fray