Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
From our body we may learn
beyond what mere words can express
what our mind may not discern:
To hold on would be to digress
Old age slips of grasp & grip
may only be appearing so
as we do not at all slip:
Just loosening & letting go
No need cower before What’s Next
just stay calm, let’s attempt unvexed!
So rejoice, nothing is amiss:
Aging is indeed the balmy breeze
soon now we’ll bridge that Great Abyss
to swing on Eternity’s trapeze
Are us Humans worms in ‘earthly bin’
lacking in context, perspectives
experts only on the ‘mud’ within?
Not sages, at best detectives?
Are we about ‘volition’
conclusively assured
or merely apparition
just anxiously allured?
Is ‘understanding’ a joke cruel
just nothing beyond illusion?
So perhaps I’m but a programmed fool
deeply tangled in confusion?
Still blessed in earthly life when in peace
when restraining ourselves from caprice
Of practical tasks at hand
we’re deftly discerning
thus in impressive command
we keep right on churning
Humans clever on ‘how to’
while on ‘wherefore’ muddled
thus we’re careening askew
solidly befuddled
Soon to become an extirpated race
due to our endless greed & frantic pace
His life’s edging catastrophic:
Seldom hoisted a trophy
Spouted but faux philosophic
Wrote no endearing strophe
Field of ‘talents’ left too long fallow
guts now weak, motivation shallow
Still calls for resuscitation
tries stagger ahead full bore!
No time for procrastination
tries charge with a last gasp roar:
As better a bullet in one’s heart
than fleeing and shot in one’s rear part!
Of rosy hued vigor drained
off course veered, dropped anchor
‘Just’ causes no longer feigned
subsided rush, rancor
Hearing himself he cringes
pompous in the arcane
Laboring on the fringes
struggling with the mundane
No longer plagued in the throes
of fables lastly shorn
About nothing much he crows
gray, worn – but not forlorn
She left ’Solidarity Among Workers’
of Russian People generous and tough
joined here ‘Me-First Apolitical Shirkers’
eager devour abundant, gleaming stuff
Yana’s road steep, long & hard
on feet, bags & credit card
Ever since setting that noble goal
of Costcoite she’s persisted
been excelling in her newfound role
quick, astute, shrewd & tightfisted
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-Costcoite: an ace category shopper at Costco
-Muscovite = in this case our neighbor Yana, formerly of Moscow, where her giggles still echoe in its abandoned streets
Corporation’s stock ‘worth’ billions
while people down on their luck
CEOs ‘make’ untold millions
while workers squeeze a last buck
Once solidarity gets ignored
those in need shall be derided
as lazy, feckless & untoward
Their grievances found misguided
Integrity by now denuded
to slick pretense we got inured
How did we become so deluded
from justice so easily lured?
Sally’s nose, prose & fashion
how she’s just too cloying
Frank’s political passion
ain’t he too annoying?
But bothering with affinity
surely pure prickly vanity?
Best left to saints & divinity
not fallible humanity
We shan’t change them: She’ll sally forth
while he’ll keep on thinking he’s Njorth
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Njorth = (Njörðr in Norse mythology) god of the sea, winds and prosperity
Some 50 percent of U.S. dogs and cats are now overweight or obese shows a recent study conducted by the Association for Pet Obesity Prevention. But dogs and cats do have some catching up to do. The Center for Disease Control and Prevention reports that the percentage of human adults age 20 years and over who are overweight, including obesity, now stands at 69.2 percent (2009-2010)
On their chomping paths unswerving
lazy pets & owners self-coddling
plumb bodies waddle, out-curving
in ‘putting on weight’ role modeling
Hey humans, wheezing, grasping:
“Eat less, walk & don’t kvetch!”
Hey pets, out of breath gasping:
“Get up, out, run & fetch!”
Clearly pet & owner both
of diet & workouts loath
Soaked in Autumn’s chilled squalls
from communing skies
trees sway in windy brawls
Pendulous allies …
… wholeheartedly plunging
Daring dance enthralled:
branches wildly lunging
though clashes forestalled
Howling gusts stir up leaves on ground
Dark clouds tear through branches ungowned