Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Had hoped for another dimension
of roaring and soaring ascent
trying to stand up to convention
been dreaming of dashing dissent
By now I’m better versed:
found species mainly slighted
Human existence cursed
on plundered planet blighted
While the situation seems hopeless
grant me be courageous and mope less!
With irrepressible intention
Joyce takes off for an intervention
An ever blossoming head turner
steeply she roars off from the house
as if by switched-on ‘afterburner’
Fades behind: a blown over spouse
who’ll be wobbling, gasping
in turbulent wake
from cheering, voice rasping
uncombed, stare opaque
Lost in irrelevancy’s realm
clasping pale at his flimsy helm
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-afterburner = a jet engine power booster engaged to briefly increase speed
-intervention = Joyce works as an (addiction) intervention specialist
The grinder manual
a squeaking jewel
of process natural
zestful ritual
Among machines
manual is ‘end’
that fulfills ‘means’
in transcendent blend
We shall be finding
pure peace of mind
when by hand grinding
New shifts align:
Caffeinated manna
wondrously falls, wends
In pure dulciana
fragile fragrance scends
Let up on the schlepp:
Unclasp handrails
find spring in your step
Check wind, set sails
Clamor for an upgrade:
Transcend life’s travails
in its daily charade
Forge upwardly trails
Do not indulge in sour grapes
on Life’s short promenade
and above all never traipse
in its penny arcade
Clearly verity
a fading oddity
like charity
& solidarity!
Non-profit? What hilarity:
A socialist contrivance!
Anti-social temerity!
Surely full fledged connivance!
Rather: ‘Love it’ proclivity
for fantasy’s foolery
of monetized activity
unabashed by usury!
Steady stealth inoculations
in market cacophony
by rapacious corporations
in globalized larceny
Any chance they’d take a moment’s rest?
Sure, when the sun rises in the West!
Here’s a story that rocks
for persons with feet
who are wearing out socks
Here details replete:
Involves a old married couple
their romance erstwhile torrid
Neither bodies or minds supple
shuffling in socks un-florid
Socks not blown off any longer
but no surprise still worn through
spotted, when peeled off to launder
without alarm or ado
Her socks wear first at the toe
without an exception
while his heels the first to go
By clearest perception:
sock sorting thus infallible
merely check where’s found the hole
The couple’s union affable
in perfect sorting control
We’re wilting in complacency’s shades
lost in gutless conformity
On frequent refrigerator raids
indulgent of deformity
Lassitude has kept us callow
from solidarity strayed
Each morning’s fresh hue turns sallow
by torrid crassitude swayed
We’ll be found too light when weighed
our erstwhile souls debased
Surely this whole jam self-made
with gone sour aftertaste?
Give your proud legs the chance
to warm, to limber
then set out, watch them prance
in cadenced timbre
Pure pedal powering
in strongest mettle
like petals flowering
in finest fettle
Below blossoms gliding
tires spinning, scouring
boundless bounty riding
while miles devouring
Dancing away on the pedals
in purest joy mystical
beyond mere racing for medals
Living movement lyrical!
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cadence = the measure of rhythmical motion; cycling: the number of revolutions of the crank per minute
My poor heart’s own share of weltschmerz
abates by writing each day
While measured still in kilohertz
keeps disquietude at bay
as well when on bike rides
or admiring a flower
then restlessness subsides
dims futility’s glower
Absorbed in a calm pursuit
in and of its own end
whether in itself minute
ain’t that when we transcend?
I’m not fearing to tread
as My Very Own Celeb!
Won’t fail to get ahead
soon gone viral on the web!
Never mind solidarity
must star in My Own Story
Forging on with temerity
I deserve all the glory!
Leaving politics to the Elite
affords time to stuff my own shed
So what that usurious Wall Street
if helps me feather my own bed?
For I won’t hesitate at the gate
of the Only Life Worth Living!
Must not let my beguilement abate
which would turn out unforgiving
Watch me take aim
ready in crisp dress
to claim my fame
a chunk of success!