Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
While she was quite resolute
maybe not all that astute?
Canning industry she chastised:
“Insufficient space between!
Way too crowded!”, she agonized,
“for each little canned sardine!”
Too narrowly focused
blazed away on her warpath
protests wreaked like locust
until grasped in aftermath:
Surely there’s more sardines crave
than mere space in their tin grave!
be the sole ‘adults’ these days
those who rarely are heard grumble
those few who’d rather shun praise?
Shouldn’t those ‘faking being modest’
be deserving of our wrath?
These days invasive as sawdust
how they’re clogging up our path!
Who is propelled by humility
when comes to piling worldly excess?
Tailwinds push truculently
on many roads avaricious
wide, they gleam luminously
leading to dead-ends pernicious
Seems mere flash of futility
when pushing too hard for success?
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-‘adult’ = an emotionally, mentally & socially mature person – seen many recently?
The sibilant sound of the ripe apple falling off the trees are amplified in the perfect stillness of our homestead at Anten:
Sweet apples in their ripe prime
nature’s rites elegant
Summer brings on its show time:
Hark, plunges eloquent!
When weighed down by their sap
apples’ tender stems snap
They drop in sound sibilant
flight path most fleetingly
in wind stirred up jubilant
by apple subtlety
Amidst silence distinctly
a falling apple’s thud
shall be echoed succinctly
even on grass or mud
Every Summer’s wondrous story
no event purely perchance
but of perfect trajectory
part of nature’s flawless dance
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-Anten = a small community by the lake with the same name near Alingsås
While short time now remaining
got all time presently
(in real-time, without feigning)
to listen pleasantly
While I was listening
to understand too harebrained
my heart wasn’t enlisting
back when ample time remained
Could only have playacted
as feeling compassion
when so blithely distracted
not the youthful fashion
I’ve been clueless of a lot
but right now my ear you got
Horrid hearts beat unmanly
what we touch we deplete
Humans clamor inanely
each other we browbeat
Nature in overdue evolution
lashes back in rightful retribution
As humans act abhorrent
our misrule Earth contests
so with fierce fire & torrent
She cranks up her protests:
No longer upstaged!
With storms She howls
Ire flairs enraged
from Her bowels
Humans have turned Planet’s deadly disease
We’re getting shook off like, from a dog, fleas
The ‘One Nation Exceptional’
now resoundingly unmasked
while ‘Greatness’ just conceptional
still being pitched unabashed:
Ready for another bait & switch?
He’s prickly, prone to toddler fits
This time around plays in mega kitsch
short on manners, knowledge & wits
Howls in a hurricane of glitz
klutzy & shallow clamor
disingenuous repeat fits
A narcissistic scammer
A vainglorious con artist
from reality unhitched
Voters not informed or smartest
being too easily sales pitched!
Mindless consumer minions
though can’t be bothered with facts
entitled to their opinions
as propaganda distracts:
whether in The Beltway or backwoods
sadly they buy a sick bill of goods
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-The Beltway = the Washington, DC power elite
-One Nation Exceptional:
“The United States has always been corrupt, savage and brutal. It has always been wildly dysfunctional and hypocritical. But now, thanks to a president-elect who is loudly ignorant and utterly devoid of impulse control the mask is off. The horrible truth about the United States can no longer be denied. Trump epitomizes truth in advertising. We’re a nasty, crappy country. President Trump suits us fine.” – Ted Rall
BACK THEN those who resisted & bravely persisted:
For a ‘just vision’
they lost their jobs
landed in prison
beaten by mobs
Cruelly confined
gruesomely grilled
majorly maligned
some even killed
Still courageous & strong
stood against what was wrong
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WHILE NOW in these splendid times:
Such actions quaint
would involve restraint
might make us faint
so favor complaint
Habitat we extirpate
while keep slapping high-five
from duties we abdicate
while Species takes nosedive!
What?! Slowing global warming
through ‘personal’ action?
Few, despite plenty warning
seem adjust one fraction
In these thrilling times ‘morality’
suffers high rate of mortality
Finner vi prosa mer trim
än versstrof med klämkäckt rim?
Bland nätets glitter och twitter
kanske vi helt enkelt inte törs
undra på vad vi försitter
om vi förbiser något på vers?
Bortkastat att sej besvära
med att föreslå dagsvers
till mänskor fint litterära
som läser högre slags vers?
Kanske diktarn själv blev för egenkär
å med dagsvers ställer blott till besvär?
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-dagsvers = “En dagsvers är en kommentar till det som nyss har skett, en snabb replik, ett syrligt svar, ett infall rätt och slätt” – Lotta Olsson, vars vers en gång i tiden kunde finnas regelbundet i bl.a. de stora dagliga tidningarna
Do we dare search for ‘Reality’
certain that we do want it found?
Shan’t it be abject futility
in our culture fantasy gowned?
‘Reality’ has turned plurality
awash in all sorts inanities
Ain’t it then just fumbling futility
trying sort from among vanities?
Not being guided by what’s objective
we got lost in reams of dreams subjective
I nominate as emblematic
while Flora & Fauna glower
of Society symptomatic:
The ubiquitous Leaf Blower
Its credentials are compelling:
* Viciously vociferous
* Dust stirring jet, fetid smelling
* Exhaust carboniferous
Factually there’s no disputing
it’s to Nature quite abusive
being so profusely polluting
and to Neighborhoods intrusive
It replaces rasping raking
of erstwhile such enjoyment
and while by ‘techno fix’ faking
it creates unemployment
Its shortsightedness enigmatic
does not provide a solution
Of our carelessness symptomatic
just shifts dirt in winked collusion!
So by pretense are we then absolved
though the core issues remain unsolved?