Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
What’s with all that piling schmear
such sad state of affairs?
Are we now suspended here
wonder in whose crosshairs?
In this precarious mess
seems we’re doomed you & I?
We shall furthermore digress
when realizing why:
‘Free will’ amongst cruel jokes
a most dire delusion
victims of the programmed hoax
of earthly confusion!
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
The day in nature dawns quietly, gently and unhurriedly. The day in the consumer world is impatiently forced open like a screechy metal sliding door on to the storefront that we have allowed society to become:
Screeching cacophony
just noise & rattle
profane, nothing holy
impatient prattle
But then ain’t our span of attention
as short as is long our pretension?
Am writing here yet another verse
of life languished in delusion
In pretense putrid, pallid & terse
persevered in cold collusion
Make no waves, to go & get along
in narrow self absorbed living
Life squandered for a trinket or song
while pretending no misgiving
Earth’s habitat, turned inside out purse
our children’s lives cannot get worse
Planet becomes Humanity’s hearse
they’ll perish in wailing & curse
rse
they’ll perish in wailing & curse.
Got a sweet crush
on robust rush?
The activity junkie
moved by proclivity
ever foraging, spunky
in reactivity
Must keep up the constant clanking
as quiet locomotion
found infinitely more rankling
than noisiest commotion
and stopping to catch one’s breath
would surely be to risk death!
Sleep’s traces much remain
as she rubs her eyes
Awake, alive again
stretch, time to arise!
Out from rumbled sheets crinkly
vision blurred, tussled hair
Ears red, cheeks & nose wrinkly
her voice muffled, face bare
From ‘looks in bed’ to beauty table
embracing cosmetology
From what’s natural on to fable
hardly ‘in depth’ psychology:
Largely by convention hustled
leads us worshiping in line
by glitzy marketing muscled
to mere Skin Deep Beauty’s Shrine
Your demands way gratuitous
so won’t change our behavior!
So ain’t it just fortuitous
Hi-Tech shall be our Savior!
Our likes are inviolable
so let change happen ‘out there’!
Our habits not abdicable
thus change cannot happen ‘here’!
We don’t care if action may redeem humanity
distracted we’ve lost traction mired in inanity
Tranquil lakes caressed by playful breeze
below the surface: Stagnation
While waves chase waives across open seas
below: Acidification
Flora, fauna, nature looted
garbage, debris & tailings piling
land, streams, lakes & seas polluted
while spindoctors spred memes beguiling
Heat waves rolling, parched by drought
groundwater depleting
This we have all brought about
and keep right on cheating …
… our children, their future gone
with nowhere left to turn
Our species now clearly done
left but to churn & yearn
Why are we so cowardly disingenuous
ain’t the challenge worthy of action strenuous?!
År Tvåtusenarton
olycksbådande
nu på nyårsmorgon
till beskådande:
Hur vi förbrukar
avundssjuka
Hur vi missbrukar
så grälsjuka
Bland stora brister
samt med själviska hyss
med grymma tvister
som skylles på en ryss
Men måste vi fortsätta
att erbarmligt leva
finna oss i det orätta?
Kanske går att reva
Men pass på! Bommen kan alltför lätt svänga
å varje kursändrande skalle dänga!
Why let days blur by in caprice
like, glimpsed through train windows, power poles?
There’s only in the moment peace
for our harried hearts & arid souls
Whether dawns again the morrow
or fades yet another day
lets relish joy amidst sorrow
Or tell me another way?
I’d maintain living in The Moment
is Humanity’s best bestowment …