Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
The unfeigned hypocrite
lies cavalierly
senses not counterfeit
as fakes sincerely
When clouded our perception
lying becomes ingrained
When can’t sense own deception
our claims flow unrestrained:
Creates one endless reckless game
of blame, denial & points lame
Sent to a friend encouraging her to get on with her painting:
Wonders she: what’s the big rush
what’s this your nagging plaint?
Won’t there always be a brush?
Won’t there always be paint?
Thus cheerfully we chime
by lingering lure:
There shall always be time!
But can one be sure?
Such hope may prove mere delusion
Don’t attempt another feint
and waste talent in confusion
Don’t tarry, get going paint!
Go ahead, show us your heart
do stare down your easel
allow us enjoy your art!
No more words of weasel!
edited 03/21/22 1020
We ‘signal virtue’
so to ingratiate
like those in church
who self-felicitate
As we in presumption
lay claim to be ‘woke’
then with purloined gumption
in pretense we cloak
It takes temerity
to fake sincerity
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
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
Lacking all constraint
humans fervidly binged
pillaged in war paint
until all got unhinged
Soon now there ain’t much left
besides suffering
Our children left bereft
lacking buffering
Still not our fault they weren’t born earlier
did not grow up faster and burlier!
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: 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!
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
‘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?