Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Background music obtrusively
coddle days flap unflagging
keep on churning elusively
prodding, nagging then sagging
Been seeing our hopes quelled
though flashed fleetingly
tantalizing til knelled
then fade cheatingly
If on our life’s path we’re dawdling
what on earth are we modeling?!
edited 06/21/22 1010
Why must I be bored daily
told sports metaphors frail
celebrity quotes gaily
and commercial quips pale?
How does the majority
sunk in deep nescience
think they’ve the authority
to demand compliance
with their endless tedious prattle
spouting threadbare cliches & tattle?
These days it seems too much work and/or there ain’t enough time to untie the laces before removing one’s shoes at night. If so – here’s for those of you who struggle with putting them on the next morning:
Hope eternally springs
for AI laces made right:
Self-loosening shoestrings
opens up shoes with foresight!
But til such time here’s a cue:
Must it cause much outcry
if you don’t remove your shoe
until first you untie?!
Or do sneakers get tight
just resting over night?
“Why’s everyone in my way
while I’m never in theirs?
Why do they drive so astray
with only me who cares?”
Impatience turns rampageous
hurls us down that black hole
while patience is contagious
and leaves us in control
When one’s ego bigger than the car
seem we can’t help rant, honk, speed & spar!
The car fleetingly lends power
to a driver who’s lacking
whilst on foot meek as a flower
timid, weak-kneed & slacking
Ponder: You’re not stuck IN traffic
You ARE the traffic, Seraphic!
What if we’re just like worms
in their dark bin’s murky muck
each crawls, wiggles & squirms
bragging of their own great pluck!
What says that humans know more
about the Great Unknown?
What may we claim on that score
as Creation’s Capstone?
Never mind how much we boast and grin
don’t we botch it in our ‘brighter bin’?
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‘brighter bin’ = here: planet Earth
We found our mailbox crammed
brimmed with discontent
Poor thing been stuffed & jammed
pouring out lament
Her plastic sides bulging
while overflowing
readily divulging
sad contents showing:
Though a lonesome magazine
found no private letter
Advertising byzantine
‘how to stay a debtor’
Gushingly touted
quite breathlessly!
All restraint flouted
quite fecklessly!
The box didn’t gorge itself
instead invaded
it’s just a lidded elf
pounced on, degraded
On leaving our homestead in Anten, Sweden, inspired by Joyce’s eyes moistening over:
Parting’s cool morning thronging
with borders to be crossed
Unrequited her longing
ailed in lingering lost
The old farm an indelible part
lodged lovingly in her tender heart
Like mice scurrying away
off to work & shopping
we’d like all to be OK
with daily fun, whopping!
In our dream house til the bell shall knell
often in neighborhood select
Many a mouse thinks they’ve chosen well
though stuck in a mousing project
Now, ain’t life such a cheerful thrilla
in our so chichi cheesy villa!
These days rarely get together
talking (while coffees gets cold)
with erstwhile friends of fair weather
to go over ‘the same old’
But ain’t their fallibility
that owns the culpability:
Palpably tired of listening
to my pontificating psyche
those middlings in discourse piddling
interspersed with vague harangues spiky
So having heard myself for seven decades:
enough already of such tiresome charades!
Does our watching those celebs
so wealthy & carefree
clear our drudgery’s cobwebs
thin out boredom’s debris?
Seen how, say, grocery clerks
carry on like show hosts
setting off verbal fireworks
with check-out line ripostes?
Do talk shows model us folks?
Or do talk shows inform
manipulate, joke & coax
us in how to perform?
… keeping up the banter in ubiquity
in a tiresome culture of obliquity