Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Att kura i feghet
inför naturens grymhet
mänsklighetens glupskhet
vårt eget hjärtas bryskhet
Irra otåliga på genvägar
i stället för att finna utvägar
Från gråblek misantropi
bråk & kakofoni
fullständig idioti
ber jag nu: Sätt mej fri!
Om inte varit så livsoerfaren
hade jag inte slösat tid i baren
On days sloshing way below the brim
am mired in torpid emptiness
Just hobbling along aging’s path dim
cobbled with paltry pettiness
Then scope blows in by writing verse:
Found humor in what had seemed curse!
Finding humor in what I curse.
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
The violence that the empire inflicts on the far reaches of the realm keeps returning home in ever fiercer vengeance, here a.k.a. ‘blowback’:
Empire forcing itself afar
implacably & scheming
Generals lust for that next star
Dark killing machines gleaming
Poor cultures obliterated
through mechanized pure evil
millions get ‘depopulated’
Now brings home the upheaval:
Empire has begun coming apart in whimper
Long overdue that its breezy smile turns simper!
Ending endless wars the sine qua non
for the reining in of the Pentagon
Still we’ll perish in climate collapse
part of the Sixth Mass Extinction
Even if changing as in time-lapse
won’t forestall Species’ eviction
We warred & consumed at our best
clinched Oblivion for the rest!
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-sine qua non = a prerequisite
-Sixth (Great) Mass Extinction = In the last half-billion years, life on Earth has been nearly wiped out five times. The planet is now entering the Sixth. Let’s give ourselves a strong hand!
-time-lapse = done by means of time-lapse photography
Läget nu akut
Trots hissat varje klut
seglar vi bakut
Torrt ej längre vårt krut
Sliter bland för lite vila
många grunkor att dyrka
Börjar vi kanske förtvivla
hur vi ska orka yrka?
För inte får den lov ta slut
vår snofsiga livsstil, vet hut!
From those vapid repartees
please do deliver me!
None of them Life’s apogees
just annoying whoopee
So let’s not suffer such banter:
The ruckus & raves of the ranter
The meddling of the supplanter
trying out-cantillate the cantor
Those jarring voices just lessen & lambast
when I’d rather see quietude be amassed
Since he aged wizen:
curbed his cupidity
not felt much frisson
dialed down turgidity
Instead finds daily adventure
popping the prescription pill
avoiding chewing his denture
Foot still tapping sitting still
All while lucidity
fades with rapidity
Jovisst, res du gärna till Riga
så länge som du kan tiga
om hur Sverige brukade kriga?
Nu säkrast att le å niga!
Medan USA å Ryssland proxy bråkar
med allt fler större å dödligare påkar!
Minnes du när du var så glad
å inte alltid bunden?
Inte steg i (ja, du vet vad)
sånt lort som gjorts av hunden!
Säg, vem är i grunden
fri och vem är bunden?