Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
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 stock ‘worth’ billions
while many down on their luck
CEOs ‘make’ untold millions
while others squeeze a last buck
Once solidarity discarded
those in need shall be derided
as irresponsibly retarded
their gripes dismissed as 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
Past thinning trees ablaze
on roads wetly glaced
In sunlit lukewarm haze
hills pumpingly paced
Slim tires splashing
through leaves stockpiling
Cyclists dashing
on rides beguiling
Linger the last Autumn days
lustrous, crisply tender
Under Winter’s furtive gaze
fades Fall’s cerise splendor
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pumpingly = as in pedaling hard, i.e. ‘pumping’ the pedals
They used to all together
peskily be swarming
flew in all sorts of weather
as well farm ‘barn storming’
Now one buzzes alone
feebly, risking stall
by cold, shifting winds blown:
The Last Fly of Fall
Flight pattern erratic
dropped altitude
traumatic, near static
down on attitude
Hark jarring vibration!
Horror! Airspeed drops!
Fatal vacillation!
Tail spin, then fly flops!
It has crashed, feet in air:
its worn wings wrinkled
lit emergency flare
shows fly parts sprinkled
A fly whom the Gods love dives young
still vivacious, hellacious!
Those who fly too long live unsung:
turn loquacious, vexatious!
Who might you be to berate?
Hold your holy holler!
My sorting aim simple, straight:
paper clips by color
To you perhaps a clip mere wire
cavalierly curved metal
its ingeniousness won’t inspire
or found lacking its mettle?
While to me colored paper clips
strew paths like do rose petals
May distract like succulent lips
Prove gallantry like medals
But then I, like the clips, I consent
am as well of a peculiar bent
My tepid thoughts shiver
quintessentially
Its conclusions quiver
inferentially
Then like light squall
sweeping gust
in fleeting thrall
comes distrust
Gathering breeze
brings a chill
more ill at ease
than ill will
Is my mind chagrined
by happenstance
scattering downwind
by circumstance?
Or just dueling with dementia
while distracted by dyslexia?