Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Had hoped for another dimension
of roaring and soaring ascent
trying to stand up to convention
been dreaming of dashing dissent
By now I’m better versed:
found species mainly slighted
Human existence cursed
on plundered planet blighted
While the situation seems hopeless
grant me be courageous and mope less!
With irrepressible intention
Joyce takes off for an intervention
An ever blossoming head turner
steeply she roars off from the house
as if by switched-on ‘afterburner’
Fades behind: a blown over spouse
who’ll be wobbling, gasping
in turbulent wake
from cheering, voice rasping
uncombed, stare opaque
Lost in irrelevancy’s realm
clasping pale at his flimsy helm
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-afterburner = a jet engine power booster engaged to briefly increase speed
-intervention = Joyce works as an (addiction) intervention specialist
Why must I pretend poise
in ubiquitous noise?
Vain the hope that racket turns tinny
so seal doors tight, make walls thicker?
Perhaps move away to New Guinea
or keep numbing up with liquor?
Hold the wild bustle!
Lighten the stomp
Muscle the hustle
Muzzle the romp
Please muffle the clang
and curb the harangue!
The grinder manual
a squeaking jewel
of process natural
zestful ritual
Among machines
manual is ‘end’
that fulfills ‘means’
in transcendent blend
We shall be finding
pure peace of mind
when by hand grinding
New shifts align:
Caffeinated manna
wondrously falls, wends
In pure dulciana
fragile fragrance scends
Let up on the schlepp:
Unclasp handrails
find spring in your step
Check wind, set sails
Clamor for an upgrade:
Transcend life’s travails
in its daily charade
Forge upwardly trails
Do not indulge in sour grapes
on Life’s short promenade
and above all never traipse
in its penny arcade
Proto-verses stuck in queue
cold shouldered by his Muse
stranded instead with a shrew
seems he’s paying his dues
“Am hardly expecting affection
merely had hoped for direction
so will settle for imperfection!”
he versifies in dejection
Amidst twilight’s hue
in the Word Zoos
phrases won’t accrue
to cheers & boos
His cadence jammed
stone-walling
his stanzas hammed
name calling
Had hoped to glimpse words that would stir dragoons
but found mostly those from burping buffoons
Clearly verity
a fading oddity
like charity
& solidarity!
Non-profit? What hilarity:
A socialist contrivance!
Anti-social temerity!
Surely full fledged connivance!
Rather: ‘Love it’ proclivity
for fantasy’s foolery
of monetized activity
unabashed by usury!
Steady stealth inoculations
in market cacophony
by rapacious corporations
in globalized larceny
Any chance they’d take a moment’s rest?
Sure, when the sun rises in the West!
By now dulled by grime their chime
rhymes grinding without cheers
Imposed too many a time
on cornered, hapless ears
To recite brambled rhyme
(obscure its etymology)
is not a victimless crime
Here’s my sincere apology!
but ceaseless the struggle to self-constrain
it shall fail over again & again
Each moment in its brevity
mere blip imperceptible
no doubt throughout eternity
flashes insusceptible
In mechanical traverse
circling on lonesome trek
in apparent Universe
planet Earth just a speck
Nonetheless could’ve proved ample
if we wouldn’t rush & trample
but instead us fleeting flecks
messy guests soon Earth-less
us humans of modest specs
create own mess mirthless
When we use up what is essential to our very survival we shall perish. No distractions shall save us. To ‘consume’ (Latin ‘consumere’) is to take wholly or completely destroy, i.e. to use up.
Consumers don’t just squander
they do obliterate
now and right here and yonder
they do annihilate
Humans are now consumers
of what remains on Earth
we’re the malignant tumors
assuring planet’s dearth
Plainly turning it all unlivable:
The ultimate act unforgivable