Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
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
Am craving solitude
Platitude detracts
as likewise certitude
when flimsy one’s facts
While I try allay
compunction’s millstone:
“Don’t linger, go away
leave me to bemoan!”
Am trying to atone
for my turpitude
trying scrounge some backbone
but lack rectitude
Leaves me fending off despair full-blown
by keeping my nose to the grindstone
Spent its vitality
winter’s worn dulled paws
scratching in rivalry
with Spring’s fresh crisp claws
Ushers warmth’s renewal
along roads drying
Blossoms in accrual
while snow melts crying
Spring’s playful winds so tender
have now begun to blow
sweeping that budding splendor
where hope & flowers grow
Elites stir up the howling storm
amidst mellow middling calm
as their interest in us lukewarm
causes them not slightest qualm
Drawn in to empire’s slipstream
amidst paralyzing suction
Another gut-wrenching scheme
inescapable the ruction
As long as the elites aspire
us common people shall expire
The celeb culture vicarious
we imitate in limp ballet
as our own talents but scarious
we ape in mawkish cabaret
A hapless homily
but no anomaly
Kunde jag blott fått ändå
bo kvar i mitt Livs Höst
hade gärna fått pågå
skulle varit sån tröst!
Blev rynklig nu som korinter
en maskros bland hyacinter:
Insnöad i Livets Vinter
nu hjälper inga finter
Jag dillar, irrar å slinter
i ålderns labyrinter
Men enär som ung jag var redan svagt insatt
märks ingen större skillnad nu i hur tafatt
Did I at Poetdunk learn verse?
At no university
but since child enjoyed verses terse
which Mom found perversity
Am, it seems, an autodidact
lost in our culture’s group think
Who knows, perhaps to counteract
consumer culture’s hoodwink?
Hence never enrolled in class
just tapping my inner sass
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-Podunk = any small and insignificant town
-Poetdunk U = (taking license) any liberal arts college in such town
En främling i naturen
bortvillad i skogen
Hans längtan helst framburen
till ljusen på krogen
Så låt det Vilda leva i frid
Stadsbon har ej hjärta eller tid!
With their careers at stake
our ‘leaders’ lie & fake
Feeling all entitled
why would they concede?
The elite unbridled
in atrocious deed
They’re hawking ‘give & take’
means ‘they take, we give’
Gladly devour our cake
grimly combative
When faced with our demands
they wave, smile & shake hands
On noticing a herd of cows grazing on the edge of a shallow lake:
A herd of brown cows grazing
on grass by the water
short-cut future they’re facing
for goodness sake: Slaughter!
In the now’ heroically
as they’re living on the edge
Noses to ground stoically
while astutely skirting sedge
Let’s be courageous in the now
having a field day like a cow!
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-cow-ardly = here: the ways of cows, incl their courage & rectitude, which prominently lacking in the humans who exploit them.