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Watch me, Mom!

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Baby Anton Oct 2013 in his stroller with Eric leaning over

Anton, aged one, seated in his elaborate stroller and Eric, his old neighbor & ground crew, meet for a morning chat, while Anton reflects:

Mom, Mom watch, watch me, Mom
handsome, unruffled.
Staying serenely calm
by binky muffled.

Mom, Mom watch, watch me, Mom
in my spacecraft seat.
With greatest of aplomb
hovering off street.

So cool by console, at controls
by all adult doubt unfazed.
Topping the baby pilot polls
my many enemies dazed.

But it can’t be a breeze
for my poor ground crew.
Eric leaning in askew
on his aging knees?

We’re two gregarious chaps
who banter when we meet
sporting similar slick caps:
The neighborhood elite.

(p.s. Mom:)
Admirers all keep rushing
squeaky voices gushing.
How do I avoid blushing?
Celeb’s role bit crushing.

 

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The true cost of fleeting convenience

What’s the true price of ‘convenience’
beyond just the purchase sticker?
Add in cost of our self-lenience
and it hastily turns sicker

incurred by a ‘wheeled fortress’ car
‘starter castle’ residence
frequent air travel wide & far
current clueless President

And in this nation most obese
we keep ordering extra cheese!

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Escaping from what? Searching for what?

In every port city
blown above ship hulls
eerily the ‘ditty’
of screeching seagulls

Thus welcomed the seafarer
who soon senses constrain
and the Sea, the ensnarer,
lures him back to its reign

So with eyes teary
sailors depart mournful
of port nights weary
of landlubbers scornful

 

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How smugly incurious!

Our stinginess with language
as we gush emojis, cliches
ought it not augment anguish
over a deepening malaise?

Won’t we see how incurious
how mired in inanity
we’re when spouting claims spurious
in know-it-all vanity?

Ain’t it easily perceptional
that we’re nowhere near exceptional?

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Clinging to inanity

O, how smugly incurious
in our vapid vanity
when facts we declare spurious
clinging to inanity!

Smooth snappiness in language
emojis, tropes, cliches
Cannot conceal our anguish
of deepening malaise:

such as we’re The Nation Exceptional
always indistinctly conceptional

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Inget har doftat så tryggt som Mormors kofta

Vad jag då än ämnade
hur eller någonstans
så beklagligt lämnade
för dårskap utomlands

Inget tycks dofta
av varm trygghet
som mormors kofta
i all skygghet

Ingen vind har susat
som i min barndoms skogar
ingen dans har tjusat
som på ungdomens logar

Om jag kanske får leva ännu en gång
ska jag lyssna bättre till hemlandets sång

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‘Reality Show’ Democracy

Blustering bully clown
the unhinged ‘junker’
Trump just won’t hunker down
in White House bunker

but carries on conceited
in full blown narcissism
indulges in untreated
racism, neo-fascism

His volcanic vanity
pounds in profanity
Incessant inanity
sprains human sanity

‘Reality Show’ Democracy
bestowed on us: Kakistocracy!

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-junkers = the landed ‘nobility’ in Prussia. their great estates (in Trump’s case: golf resorts, hotels & casinos) are worked by those with few rights
-kakistocracy = government by the vile & worst, least qualified or most unscrupulous citizens (from Greek kakistos: worst)