Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Have we noticed less yelling
these days in tight traffic
less impudent labeling
fewer gestures graphic?
Do we drive more like adults
with manners to be commended
lessened the need to insult
and slower to get offended?
If so, it might be truth to say
for fear of being blown away?
Smart phone! Don’t we all need one
so we can be ‘with’ someone?
Aren’t we idling in the wings
until phone imposes
listlessly until it rings
then all else forecloses?
In hyper connected times
everywhere a free zone
where lights up & crisply chimes
our exacting smart phone
Long since when that sweet time when dialog was two
now it often takes a three- or foursome to coo
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three- or foursome = 2 persons + 1 or 2 smartphones involved
A limerick on a birthday of a neighbor who’s both an accomplished scientist & in his youth gymnast:
There was a youngish man called Igor
who treats all he meets with ardor
a man of great science
with strong self-reliance
Among Norse gods resembles most Thor!
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Why Thor? Because they both rather swing a thunderbolt hammer than just sit around and yammer
A Limerick on the occasion of Conner, a grandson, returning home to Sunset Hill in Seattle after serving as a paratrooper with the IDF.
There was a young man from Sunset Hill
with many talents & of strong will
As a paratrooper Conner
served IDF with honor
For now, I suspect, he’s had his fill
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IDF: Israeli Defense Forces
Where property claims trump common good
we’ve an unjust society
it ought to be discernible you’d
end up with impropriety
Quality of life has devolved
For in a society
from commonality absolved
brings us deep anxiety
You just take a quick look around:
Distraction, denial abound
Others we hate or fear
and regard with derision
We carry guns & sneer
amidst growing division
Facing constant suspicion
we’re piling up the munition
Self-defense our sole mission
sensing no need for contrition
Under the law of ‘stand-your-ground’
go ahead, fire another round!
We hail from people who had to toil
through ages in bleak subsistence
on some miserly morsel of soil
eking out a grim existence
Disadvantaged
but they managed
Now to ‘consumer’ uplifted
infinitely more stuff
How human life has shifted!
Why can’t we get enough?
There was this artist named Yana
after inhaled marijuana
rather chomped pizza with extra cheese
than painted another masterpiece
Quaint her take on what’s Nirvana
Along with other woke tag lines
the campaign ‘Black Lives Matter’
has seen taken down its yard signs
while White lies still do smatter
Signs a snug way to get involved
and largely leave issues unsolved
Haven’t we got quite the knack
for freely shooting the breeze
for endless boorish yak
above pizza dripping cheese?
I’d rather hold out for the arcane
hoping to get bit more evolved
than being dragged down in the mundane
by someone soundly self-involved:
Spottily bit snottily
naughtily or haughtily