Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Withdrawn, detached at life’s end
in most wondrous isolation
Sweet as blessing Heaven sent:
bestows in stillness elation
In Life is yearned
emotions clarified
Speech not just well-turned
but by thoughts edified
We may enjoy life well-disposed
when isolation self-imposed
There was this clever fellow Richard Jon
who felt technology was too far gone
So he gave up emailing, phew!
Instead left notes in his church pew
which is working well as he’s skilled hands-on
Lättlurad trots tror sej kompetent
kanske i vaggan oförnöjd
stökar å ställer en konsument
tills av bördor å ålder böjd
På andlig livstig fördröjda
Helst av massvis grunkor omhöljda
fast mestadels i flyktig fröjd
får sällan känna oss helt nöjda
Ej heller tål vi konsumtion försenad
känner oss av minsta dröjsmål förmenad
Verifiable objective reality
holds these days little attraction
People rather making things up fancy-free
not bothered by factual distraction
Any genuine search
may prove imbecility
shall risk you get besmirched
as a liability
Finding no satisfaction in social action?
Then best hang back in consumer stupefaction!
In verses callow
heart beats warm, cold
Mind mush marshmallow
body creaks old
Now mostly just found headlines sifting
gone the days of own heavy lifting
För vankelmod djupt upplagd
när som ungdomlig sprätt
hans arma själ isbelagd
levde han inte rätt
Tror att han nu förstår
att i alltför många fall
under för många år
fegt nog gjorde han avkall
Men var finns det någon till fullo genuin?
Nere på Hallandskusten: Min egen kusin!
Of today’s speech be wary
seldom corollary
ill boding, often airy
hurriedly Hail Mary
Flimsy, fleeting such ‘bliss’
when facts, what’s fair we ignore
in collusion we kiss
Cease & desist, I implore!
Or I’ll wake with hangover hammering
from such ceaseless self-absorbed yammering
There’s this Seattle man called Dave
whose sweet wife gets him to behave
while his politics
still keep us transfixed
Of his blithe helpfulness we rave
There was this woman outright pernickety
while mired as well in habits persnickety
She’s excelled stirring up the dust
leaving us all feeling nonplussed
Stemming from our own low standards rickety?
Nu en stelbent jycke
gammal men hittills
i ett komplett stycke
men glesnande päls
Åren har flutit undan
för en fyrbent knatte
mestadels i skymundan
av husse å matte
När det kvällas släpas den kvarteret runt
av mänska som på mobilen snackar strunt