Bacchanalia of paraphernalia

Our keen shopping ideologue
in her gushing travelogue
pours over every catalogue
for stuff with apt epilogue

Ongoing bacchanalia
found at IKEA
of sharp paraphernalia
So here’s the idea:

That if she can snag
that which is plain out-sized
(except its price tag)
then she’ll be idolized!

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-epilogue = here: a purchase that fleetingly pleases – but not for long as that would slow down further purchases

 

Innate bounce vs enhanced jounce

The bosom left untouched
delights utterly
While the one been retouched
may bulge udderly

Still produces rapture
in the gaping fool
held frozen in capture
with unseemly drool

Much rather than the jounce
of breasts enhanced unsightly
I laud the innate bounce
be it scant, that flows lightly

Latvia fades below

Sun rays gleaming, bolting through
streaked clouds down to foaming sea blue
Sandy crescents fade below
shimmer in nostalgia’s hue

Our turbulence shook plane is winging West
giving for now Baltic folklore a rest …

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sandy crescents = here: white sandy sweeping, curving beaches of the Latvian coast

 

Here kids: Whatever is left is all yours to deplete!

Here kids: The planet Earth
long time now since was replete
Circles, rotates in dearth
with you while fully deplete

Wondering if ours were plain theft
draining the planet hollow?
No, no, no need to feel bereft!
Just carry on! Go wallow!

Simply the generational dance
Earth ain’t wholly overheated
Have faith in ‘techno fixes’ perchance
who says you are being cheated?

Kids, keep up the winning same
piling profits by extraction
Self indulgence brings no shame
just tune out, hide in distraction!

In blurry mind ‘film clips’ of the ceaseless kind

Watch the mind meander
ambushing, springing
skirting facts & candor
us along-stringing

Mind hatches impudent plots
draws responses oblique
Cause & effect tied in knots
same excuses antique

Blurry mind clips squeak rudely
Like rusty shears of fear
whirl & creak & clack crudely
through tender feelings tear

Not until curbed the mind’s confusion
shall the heart beat in warm effusion

What if It had proved ‘profound’?

‘Insight’ bolts out from under a bush
like a hare, catching it too hard!
Unfazed it jumps, twists in frantic rush
baffling the long suffering ‘bard’

Couldn’t write it down, lost in a flash
what if it had been ‘profound’?
Might it beyond fevered dreams rash
have impacted with resound?

But then how likely a deep loss to Humankind
something springing from a mere versifier’s mind?

As we grow older high time to grow bolder

Life’s narrowing path now turns steeper
our strides shorter on feet colder
Glimpsing the shadow of The Reaper
we turn, in vain, the cold shoulder

Our breath wheezing & shallow
gotten deaf to light sounds
Ages since we were callow
though still may act like clowns

While as our ego-driven selves fade
we’re freed up from the urge to persuade