Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
At times has been avowed
my enthusiasm gallant
while sparingly endowed
with any useful talent
Hence I’ve barely begun
at age eighty-two
to get hoped-for things done
with some derring-do
But as by now glaringly way too late
I’ll keep playing to my ‘strength’, i.e. prate
Before sunrise he’d be found
like clockwork our rooster
on his fiefdom’s barnyard mound
as his own best booster
Perhaps wound tightly
but hens find him knightly
Comes across sprightly
takes a stance uprightly
Repeatedly he must crow
to hear his own voice inflection
In dedication aglow
offers, as it is, protection
Aren’t we all doing our utmost
while taking good care not to boast?
Smart phone! Don’t we all need one
so we can be ‘with’ someone?
Aren’t we idling in the wings
until phone imposes
listlessly until it rings
then all else forecloses?
In hyper connected times
everywhere a free zone
where lights up & crisply chimes
our exacting smart phone
Long since when that sweet time when dialog was two
now it often takes a three- or foursome to coo
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three- or foursome = 2 persons + 1 or 2 smartphones involved
If you’re part of the admass
lost, beguiled & propagandized
you’re on your ass in morass
unwittingly anesthetized
The MSM ain’t independent
rather the Elites’ co-defendant
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-admass = the part of society that is easily influenced by the mass media and advertising;
-MSM = main stream media
You of course do rashly
pick your privy facts
later switch them brashly
as if artifacts
Using your strong proclivity
for causing others to wince
you lack all objectivity
thus keeps failing to convince
But so what? The paramount choice
may just be to hear your own voice?
Life’s path got gooey
been slowing us ennuied
frazzled by hooey
No longer on path buoyed
All the while mired in a massive flop
we still dream of coming out on top
Our deluded Prime Mover
acts arrogant & contentious
seeking room to maneuver
with pithy prancing pretentious
Readily spouts what’s trite
mixed with random invective
Blindly claims to be right
while facts, logic deflective
Keeps up tiresome tirades tendentious
but aren’t we all sometimes sententious?
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sententious = full of terse pithy sayings & axioms
The careerist know-it-all
with elite tries to blend
with supercilious gall
determined to ascend
He knows how ingratiate
of superiors kiss their butts
flatter, his CV inflate
Of rivals kick them in their nuts
Taps into people’s envy & fear
telling them the lies they wanna hear
Crashing pizza delivery drone
hits customer with nose on smart phone
such is the pedagogy
of ‘talking’ by emoji
Got a taste of drone by AI flown
Obstinacy & Aging
those two intertwined companions
with their hangups engaging
they be yelling across canyons
In perpetual dance
unyielding stays their stance
Their ingrained character flaws
refuse to step aside
whether as result or cause
leaves us worn, bleary-eyed
With Obstinacy one might try engage
while with Aging merely watch its rampage