Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
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?
Years rushing by her
without slowdown
faster & faster
goes the countdown
Even without disaster
life is the hard taskmaster
So why live in blurred hurry
when to live well in the moment
with its own joy & worry
remains life’s greatest bestowment
Others’ proclivity
for shameless self-pride
and dull naivety
keep get things cockeyed
So you, know-it-all minion,
won’t let any verified fact
influence your opinion
or allow fairness to detract
Can’t undertake introspection
when howling strong in projection
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projection = (psychiatry) a defense mechanism by which your own traits and emotions are attributed to someone else
In this splendid age
he’s a house guest
on the ‘new faith’ stage
in urgent quest
hoping to learn from his son
as society comes unglued
how brazenly to end run
in times of cataclysm prelude
Above all take religions
(of rancid rituals morose)
away from those quack wigeons
brash mega pastors bellicose
they don’t know it’s done through micro dosing
that’s how people find new faith engrossing
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wigeon = a dabbling duck, which feed mainly at the surface rather than by diving; a fool
Written when the promotional idea for vaccination was floated that people taking a Covid shot should be automatically enrolled in a $ lottery.
“A shot for my health
why my concern?
But for my own wealth
that I discern!”
Won’t Public Health by $ lottery
sadly show up our souls as watery?
By refusing vaccination
we lack solidarity
in communal abdication
clueless insularity
“It’s freedom
to be a bum
Te Deum
jabs, who need ’em?”
While we can’t let it be our lot
to humor this kind of crackpot?