Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Med dem väl litet bevänt
bortsett från uselhet
lögnaktiga, dekadent
i all slags vidrighet
Så hur att förvänta
att makthavarna galna
så grymma, valhänta
skall snart frivilligt falna?
När det bolmar i sågspånen
från de i rännstenen i ruset
till den förflackade fånen
som velar runt i Vita Huset:
Självuppfyllda å manipulativa
Av oss själva så representativa!
Items now in vogue
on screens gleaming
may just turn out rogue
scamming, scheming
But surely we have a choice
faced with a claim hollow
to trust our own quiet voice
not just blink & swallow?
First checking proven facts had once merit
while now vendor’s own sales pitch we parrot!
To think before talking
would be way too burdensome
could cause awkward balking
stymie instant words from some
Freedom must not be infringed
let’s keep up incessant spurting!
Whatever notions unhinged
must not be found disconcerting!
Scant by now any wish to acquaint
ourselves with what smells of self-restraint
When a car drives by
‘Diminutive Doggie’
gives instant chase. Why?
Due to thinking foggy
Feels compelled to chase
she runs off & away
with more grit than grace
looks not much like ballet
While chases with plenty pluck
stirring up dusty buzz
still hasn’t caught a car or truck
And if she ever does:
here we pose a stupendous stumper
would she lick or bite the rear bumper?
In this world newfangled
the roots of inequality
run deep, twisted, tangled
enmeshed in frivolity
Kept the hope of the poor stifled
while by the powerful rifled
Amidst proficiency flagging
easy slide in to anxiety
that shall blindly keep on nagging
in profligacy & piety
But able to write
albeit found as trite
blessed daily rite
Don’t worry won’t recite
while I’ve no urge to abscond
to write righteous rhymes Beyond
Vad andra kallar ‘konstig’
kallar kon ‘vardaglig’
Sin branta, smala kostig
känns, vem vet, behaglig?
När åsikter går isär
uppstår det, av å till, besvär
Lätt att göra nån förnär
så det gnager, kanske förtär
Ibland trots över blott en chimär
för det med sej långvarig misär
Global warming
A bike dealer who mentions global warming may indeed be guilty of the same self serving cheap promotion as the car dealership, which flies an over sized American flag or the politician who presumes to speak for ‘all hardworking folks’.
Be this as it may, the earth is “on the verge of disastrous climate changes that spiral dynamically out of humanity’s control, causing mass extinction, ecosystem collapse and dramatic sea level rises.”
James Hansen, the chief climate scientist at NASA, returned to Capitol Hill in June, on the twentieth anniversary of his 1988 testimony, to indeed warn that the earth is on the verge of “disastrous climate changes that spiral dynamically out of humanity’s control,” causing “mass extinction, ecosystem collapse and dramatic sea level rises.”
Obviously no amount of bicycling shall reverse or by itself significantly slow the spiraling.
Nothing shall. Short of perhaps radical life style changes right now, which clearly ain’t happening.
But for all its horror I’d personally rather know than living in denial of my own betrayal of future generations. Being only one of some 7 billions humans cannot lessen my complicity. I have sadly done nothing beyond mildly inconveniencing myself regarding arguably the greatest calamity that can possibly face life on planet Earth.
Q: “Why are you not putting on a mask?”
A: “I’m not culpable for your health
I’m self-reliant, so do not ask
also won’t be blamed for my wealth!”
If this is how some of us are
how did we stray so deep & far?
Q: “Still thinking we’re better than this?”
A: “We’re no effete Swedes or feeble French
so, World, come give U.S. a kiss!”
(albeit amidst conceited stench)
Thus we keep up the narrative:
Pretending to empathize
high-handed & declarative
averting our empty eyes
Masklessness leaves the Covid threat cowardly vague
while masked have we not faced that we’re all in a plague?
In my erstwhile fast life bested
was constantly contested
Decades since my life crested
still feel oddly untested
As path ahead darkens congested
the present by my past infested