My heart to dance
Her hair like flowing wheat
abundant, windswept
field fresh & earthy sweet
brimming of affect
Green eyes, cheeks in blossom
colorful splendor
smile of cheery caution
tender & slender
Since back when our first glance
my heart was brought to dance!
Base consumer ace not bound by boundaries
Whether buying socks or crockery
it’s about deliberation
Making right choice or face mockery
a taxing preoccupation!
Stuff made in sweatshop
makes for low price perfect!
Heady feel atop
with power to reject!
Total waste to try and humor
any purchase quandary
that’s faces our base consumer
who knows not of boundary
All opportunities acute
for a consumer resolute
Prudence never found too minute
for a consumer who’s astute
If wrung drained, filled with misgiving
Day dawns in anticipation
morning opens up ‘wide screen’
There’s fleeting exhilaration
as off to work we careen
But soon fades the day in routine
stuck on the corporate track
where indignity and caffeine
afford little joy or slack
If at the day’s end we’re found drained, filled with misgiving
shall we still be counted among the truly living?
%) Seeking shiny ribbons
The consistently failing but still not changing U.S. foreign policy: Why don’t they ever learn?!
On the contrary! The Power Elite has learned only too well from their ‘mistakes’ & remain ever so determined to repeat them. These ‘mistakes’ feed their heady hubris and float their depraved delusions while amply providing notoriety, power, profits, careers, ribbons, pensions.
Steeped in inequality & iniquity, the Elite cannot be much bothered about the dire & deadly consequences to other people at home or abroad.
Before the tales of Gibbon
humans swung like gibbons
off to war, way quickly gone
seeking shiny ribbons
Since our Species’ dawn
man pounded chest
with taunt, flexing brawn:
“Who’s the bravest?”
The Elite gets People excited
about foreign machinations
to trust propaganda benighted:
We’re upholding laws of nations!
Though the Elite doesn’t have People’s welfare in mind
it can carry on – as we’re a cowardly kind
It shall end the same way it did five times before
Our Species’ great distinction
is to precipitate
the Sixth Great Mass Extinction
which just won’t mitigate
It’s been portending
trending since long
Soon it’ll be ending
horridly wrong
Here is what it shall entail
no mere innuendo:
‘going out of business’ sale
in screeching crescendo
Whether found untoward
still Apocalypse
in climatic discord
Then Necropolis
In the final crunch
we’ll be checking plugs, cords
(cluelessly lack hunch)
in vain pounding keyboards
Amidst the climate collapse
all left is to implore
in a last breath bugling taps:
“It used to work before!”
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-Sixth great mass extinction = The planet has gone through five ‘great mass extinctions’ over the past some 440 million years, each of which is thought to have annihilated anywhere from 50 to 95 percent of all species on the planet. We are now well into
When life glowers try to dream with flowers
Try to dream with flowers
let them be it all
filling the dark small hours
staunch in rustling squall
Silently thunderous
by winds blown lustrous
frugal while generous
flowers grow wondrous
When our life glowers
try dream with flowers
Färdigkrattat men ej färdigskrattat?
I belånade hus hopklämda
i slö trafik inklämda
Politikerna ostämda
mens så käckt oförskämda
Åt utvattnade skämt
ej färdigskrattat
Känns vår Livslopp utskämt
å färdigkrattad?
Hörs ångerns fotsteg på grusgången?
Av oss låtsaslejon färdigrutet!
Raspig hörs den senaste sången
bortslösat det sista torra krutet
Klimatet ödesbestämt
Framtiden obestämd
Men tack å lov att alltjämt
vår mobil är finstämd!
My subjectivity is true objectivity
While open to critique
I’m of course quite unique
You must let me bespeak
with responses oblique
And I do declare
let me ensnare
I do not forswear
being unfair
For my subjectivity
is surely, I declare,
the true objectivity
Beyond that should I care?
Smart phone seemed lost but then was found
When your phone seemed lost
prima facie
didn’t you blame, accost
going crazy?
Then found! You were returned
from despair’s deepest canyon
No longer were you spurned
by your Dearest Companion!
How you had yearned to be prompted
back in ‘phonily’ graces
charmingly enticed & wanted
held in torrid embraces!
You may find it condescending
if labeled ’smartphonistic’
though hopefully not offending
but simply sybaritic?
Now you’re back in Reality
in cool nuzzling normality!
Twisted like acrobatic acts
to engineer outcomes perverted
opinions offered up as facts
then glibly, haughtily asserted
On recklessness binged
in forward pose
pours on claims unhinged
anything goes!
These days seem veracity
as well as morality
eclipsed by mendacity
in foam bath banality
In times erstwhile weren’t we restrained
by facts as being impregnable?
Perhaps too old to be retrained
for when few norms are detectable
Now floating away dazzled
from Reality’s shores
we’re too creaky & frazzled
to keep pulling the oars
Thus on waves of distraction we’re drifting
when did we last do something uplifting?
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facts = “Factual evidence, since it is an impediment to what we desire, is banished” – Chris Hedges
edited 08/15/24 1730