Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Since morning’s crisp elation
we walk, head down, in daze
Tangled up in frustration
lost in Life’s dead end maze
Yet another day wasted
in mean meanderings
too lightly smelled & tasted
on wobbly wanderings
Are we too mired in anguish
to grasp our heart’s warm language?
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-mean = here: small-minded; ignoble
When to others’ hardship resistant
aren’t we failing in compassion
when just on own comfort insistent
ain’t our empathy on ration?
Our eyes glazed, as fear we smell
we act disdainfully
of all those faring less well
rather than humanely
Thus we dismiss them indignantly
while blaming others malignantly
The clueless White House ambit
emanates from Empire’s
odoriferous armpit:
Absurd acts of ‘high wire’
This (must we not suppose) is:
National psychosis
with full free fall prognosis
by brashest hypnosis
Trump aggrandizes
fantasizes
He tantalizes
scandalizes
Done with can’t-help-himself flair
brazen cruelty laid bare
To express oneself by stanza
ain’t (as some may try purport)
just merely extravaganza
but provides structure, support
Easy to wax expansive in Prose
while virtuously pithy Verse
for Prose to pontificate verbose
while quatrain must read quaintly terse!
Try verse, if we must sound off at all
at least keeps the format brief & small
At first they were both derided
for appearing quite misguided
Off to such weak start
both Trump & Bush
mere blips on the charts
Then without blush …
… they chose (absent all qualms)
path precedential
which: Drop missiles & bombs
get ‘Presidential’!
Patriots are now deferential
of their new leaders quintessential!
Thinning hair ruffled
Slow feet stumbled
Noise shrill while muffled
Same days jumbled
Yarns spun garrulous
Headlights gone dimmed
on roads perilous
Life’s sweet cream skimmed
Been carrying on too long
Ready for the last round: Gong!
Yet another rant
of Trumpler cant
with profligate slant
Admirers chant!
While many a sycophant
(be they scammed, ignorant)
growing ever truculent
Of hope indifferent …
… as the Trampling Orange Elephant
a mere Dabbling, Deranged Dilettante!
when spared caprice?
Blessed why
in perfect peace?
What wondrous bestowment
awake in the moment!
Found restful affinity
in a routine austere
with restrained sanguinity
across every frontier
Am at peace in episodes
when in context coheres
I mitigate overloads
by pulling in low gears
While not lounging in The Holy Trinity
perhaps loitering in its vicinity?
Well anchored in the mundane
a kindly well wisher
won’t worry about methane
was never a phisher
A good parishioner
proudly pragmatic
never a missioner
vaguely dogmatic
Another human afraid & flawed
seeking shelter in a world of fraud