Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
“To really understand something is to be liberated from it. Humanity’s greatest ally is the self-educated individual, who has read, understood, delays their gratification, and walks around with their eyes wide open.” ― Ross Ashcroft, Renegade Inc
It got out of hand
got us captivated
if we’d understand
we’d be liberated
But such a detachment (by other word)
can’t happen while we stampede in the herd
Eager to get back to normality
where venality had turned banality
where normality was feudality
the by The Elite imposed modality?
We must refuse to rebuild a society
of such inequality & anxiety!
Claims she’s a ‘happy medium’
while seems on life’s tepid voyage lost
Self-corralled in tired tedium
chasing distraction at any cost
Too long mired in routines repetitious
to try launch any changes auspicious?
The frazzled frayed old man
in light breeze shivers and creaks
Sensing end of lifespan
fuzzy his thoughts, paled his cheeks
Did he ponder too much about human history
rather than enjoying his life’s daily mystery?
While us mediocrities much maligned
viewed as hapless maidens dowry-less
humans see matters clearer when sidelined
uninvested, as well powerless
What presumption of the Power Elite
skewed sense of selves & cluelessly effete!
President Trump flagitious
merely the latest shoot
on Empire’s bush pernicious:
One more brazen galoot
Of The Exceptional Nation
the repeated tired narration
‘Vincit qui se vincit’
a pursuit salutary
One for which requires grit
on steep road solitary
But ain’t Life’s only bestowment
one step in each fleeting moment?
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-vincit qui se vincit = he conquers who conquers himself
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
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?
When in 2016 my spouse tried to get me to adopt a smart phone I told her that I already had a pacifier as a baby, that I hoped to live out my last year(s) head held high – not with my nose stuck on a tiny screen, and it’s ring being my command.
Turning me a smartphone
run-of-the-mill clone
good grief, I moan & groan
What’s next? A small drone?
Hyping of cyber connection
how’s that an act of affection?