Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Under 2014 rapporterades en del snabbköp stölder av s.k. kundpinnar.
I asocialt vansinne
bar iväg till snabbköpet
för att ‘låna’ en kundpinne
Men denna gång i stöpet …
… för på vakt med sin batong
å gömd bakom knuten
bak en hylla med buljong
med handbojor: Snuten!
Arresterad, fick böta
i orättvis rättsröta!
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kundpinne = den ‘kundavskiljare’ som lägges på bandet i kassalinjen
What’s our pleasant ‘small talk’
but schlock while lolling?
Keeps humming, spiked by squawk
boorish & galling!
Seldom turns elevating
those leisurely oozings
of whiny ventilating
self-victimized musings
Mostly regurgitating
that not much worth saying
How tiresome, aggravating
much like brainless braying!
Small talk like cloying pies
whose flavor fading hasty
Expectations belies
beyond sugar, flour pasty
Inside hooey crumbly crust
gooey, gluey filling
for which lips & taste buds lust
rarely found fulfilling
Is not small talk a pie
over which we should cry ?
Throughout history of cultures
humans have brought agony
Tearing asunder like vultures
and seldom showing mercy
Egos flare while hearts still yearn
to mire us in conflict
now getting too late to learn
to help, and not inflict
Life lost in bickering
Solidarity’s warm lights
have long been flickering
collapse nibbled, now it bites
Even with our planet crumbling
why aren’t our failings found humbling?
Here they go to war again
to make up for policy flawed
The pretext this time Ukraine
sending in military awed!
Narrative but forlorn fiction
with handy excuses mostly thin
Reaction same old addiction
to militaries who rarely win
Empires’ machines sparkling
in patriots’ eyes callow
their fickle hearts darkling
while peace fades ever sallow
Steeped in deep ignorance
hooked on obsession
Haughty the arrogance
of blind aggression
Still on victimhood they’re insisting
in mulish denial persisting
Life demands something from us
it does so, persisting
but its doggedness we hush
while keep up resisting
When unwilling to winnow
we’re cowards not to search
Our lives shall remain callow
while we dither & lurch
While at Life’s quintessence we scoff
gladly keep feeding at its trough!
The scam & sham of COP 21
where delegates flocked as vermin
ain’t of climate change a coping one
or healing a planet squirming
A mere shirking ‘pretend solution’
of verbiage infused delusion
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COP 21 = the 2015 United Nations Climate Change Conference held in Paris
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
Mytiska nitiska Kassandra
hon kan spå framtiden korrekt
Men om den ej passar oss andra
kallar vi hennes ord suspekt
För vi vill väl ha en ursäkt
fastän falsk i feg språkdräkt
slippa höra det som otäckt
Gör väl vem som helst förskräckt?
Eftersom vi gör vad vi vill
hur än galet å hur fräckt
hur än vi stökar, ställer till!
Om det råder det endräkt
Framtiden spår ju Kassandra felaktigt
var gång när syns för oss ofördelaktigt!
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Kassandra = (Grekisk mytologi) fick gåvan att förutse framtiden korrekt men samtidig förbannelsen att ingen skulle tro henne
Off to a slow start this morning? You’re not the only one. Tells here an airplane even:
Taxiing, creeping
something ailing
fuel in tanks seeping
Prospects paling
Fuselage sagging
wing tips drooping
til nearly dragging.
Forget looping!
Jet engine’s breath
held bated
a Shibboleth
ill fated
Anguish inflated
as tires deflate
landing gear weighted
controls frustrate
Squeaky in rust
who’s nonplussed?
Baby breath thrust
stirs no dust
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shibboleth = a common saying or belief with little current meaning or truth
edited 09/09/22 0810
Är vi trötta på dumheter
av all reklam som vill oss fresta
å alla falska profeter
som bara ljuger för det mesta?
Inte många år kvar
Vem kan förespå
hur, med vem eller var
ska sen försigå?
Efter allt världsligt tramsande
vore de väl jättesynd
efter allt reklamramsande
om Himmeln saknade fynd?
Men vem vet? Måste vi ej först avlida
innan vi kan kolla Himmelns hemsida?