Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
The ‘peace dividend’
since fall of Mastodon
seemed a heaven-send
in 1991
But the Pentagon
please try to cotton on
can’t but carry on
needed to bear down on
Despite it’s vainly bloat
it just won’t concede
a single tank, plane, boat
or other war steed
seemed at time providential
turned out inconsequential
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-cotton on = understand, or begin to understand
-1991 = the collapse of the Soviet Union (here: Mastodon)
First Humans by God created
but then God decided to outsource
which turned out largely ill-fated
caused overpopulation of course
It blurred the line
of procreation
would more incline
to recreation
Is the purpose of Human Life
mainly to create more life
bringing more humans into strife
to suffering ever more rife?
As being swept away by passion
always an obstacle to ration
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first humans = Adam & Eve
While those demure lips we’d gladly kissed
but as know-it-alls unwilling
to delve into that we may have missed:
Perhaps a life more fulfilling?
It’s reality, not fiction
that voluntary restraint
(while at glance a contradiction)
frees us from feeling constraint
While we’re still keeping up our perseverance
of floundering in rushing incoherence
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-restraint = ‘a cookie abstained from may taste better than one indulged’
Does each of us think we know best
(though disclaimed in false humility)
though at Human Nature’s behest
ours merely purloined agility?
And if only one knows best
where does it leave us the rest?
Dawn fades in auspiciously
that’s how Universe turns
Doesn’t flow in capriciously
by how emotions churn
How to know this with certitude?
While I can’t know if am I
mere prisoner to attitude
bestowed when, by whom & why?
Surely I can’t be such big of a deal
that the very sunrise knows how I feel?
As a cyclist I get numerous opportunities to speculate on why the drivers who pass me leave such varying space between their car and my bike:
If ego of the ‘driver ace’
is bigger than their whatever car:
Then rarely enough passing space
as such driver entitled by far
While going to be plenty room
if smaller ego than the auto:
Then passing goes smooth without vroom
unless driver on phone like blotto
But needs not cause a glitch:
If from roadway cyclists switch
to their much safer niche
of riding down in the ditch!
Cognoscenti
with their acumen
twenty-twenty
us to illumine
Daze & frazzle us, and how
to the extent we allow
How come they know what’s what
that hangs on the wall
whether it’s art or smut
better than us all?
Heeding what others claim to know
may just end up as our owned woe
‘Lack time’, we lament
but distinctions get lost
when much time misspent
searching for lowest cost
It’s such sad inertia silly
by choosy Ace Consumer
descendant from Ancient Philly
lacking vision & humor
They keep chasing all hell bent
just can’t slow, pause or relent!
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Ancient Philly = the area of Philistia. These days a ‘philistine’ is a person who not only ignores all conditions of life which are not her own but also demands that the rest of humankind should fashion its mode of existence after her own
Aren’t we obstinate slouches
when try hide from our deepest fears
on Life’s pillows & couches
where we’re sinking down to our ears?
Are we thoroughly deflated
or effectively effete
or only sadly stalemated
lacking courageous heartbeat?
Why not bravely pursue what’s life-giving
rather than consume mired in misgiving?
Wondrous solace of stillness
eludes us without fail
when electronic shrillness
pierces through nature’s veil
Might one of those clueless clods
(who with such hapless abandon
plugs in their stylish ear pods)
find for Net surfing a stand-in?
How without stillness & solitude
shall we re-connect with rectitude?