Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
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!
When Spring blossom releases
with inexorable mettle
bit like coming to Jesus
amidst bursts of finest fettle?
Unfolding petals lustrous
bursting in anthesis soundless
Contrasting humans blusterous
in their nauseous noise boundless
Ethereally endowed
each staunch bantam blossom
grows eternally unbowed
fulfills presence awesome
While Nature stays in full control
mere arrogance the human role
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anthesis = the flowering period of a plant, from the opening of the flower bud
I did not become that leader of men
that mighty lion roaring in his den
Not pumped up enough my ego
or perhaps lacking gumption?
Feeling too stiff in tuxedo
or bothered by compunction?
Feeling guilty of indulging
while others ail & tumble?
Loath to proclaim with chest bulging
while trying to fake humble?
Too deficient a Philistine
to travel by limousine?
Too concerned with the unforeseen
bored with intrigues Byzantine?
Or perhaps, putz
just lacking guts?
Why flailing in futility
when beckons the other way:
Of living in tranquility
not succumb to racking fray
Why persevere in mimicry
when beckons the other way:
To live in authenticity
not just in escapist play
Why upbraid in ubiquity
when beckons the other way:
Living in equanimity
gathers up Life’s full bouquet
Back then had seemed remote, unknown
would seem like fatuity
when up on to these shores tossed, blown
but since turned fortuity
By winds, were they happenstance
brought me in disaffect
On waves, were they circumstance
in life I was shipwrecked
Back then I was downed, almost drowned
Since then blessed on dry steady ground
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these shores = here: the US Pacific Northwest
Can’t be kind or sentimental
dressed up in our power suit
we must display ‘metal mettle’
empowered to act the brute
Focus on what’s at stake:
To make profits shine
grabbing all we can take
boosts the bottom line!
Swimming with opportunity
while prodded by peer pressure
who can pretend immunity
from turning rabid thresher?
But beware! The greed on Wall Street
is the greed in our own heart
So as we darkly scheme & cheat
ain’t no excuse blame we’re smart
Face when poorly we pay heed
(restraint of course, we dread)
that a heart consumed by greed
won’t stand us in good stead!
As fades this day to evening
did we live fully, well
(not just burrowing, cleaving)
At peace when comes day’s knell?
If on day’s gallop we felt thrilled
were our furrow straight, deeply tilled?
Were we too absorbed to allay
to show heart or others’ plight?
Did we take pause in the day’s fray
of our misdeeds feel contrite?
Have we alighted fulfilled
so our heart now can rest stilled?
Out riding, lightly pedaling
shall still thoughts which percolate
From the workday’s din deafening
freed to calmly meditate
Shall grant rolling latitude
from our life’s churning grind
Fellowship with solitude
when gliding unconfined
Cycling tempers motorized indulgence
ushers us in to quiet effulgence