Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Made poor by ‘neo-liberalism’
but that seems to take the backseat
(as well fear of ‘neo-fascism’)
to the ‘neo-pronoun’ elite:
Stray on the neo-pronoun path
where they self-righteously prance
we risk get mauled by minions’ wrath
in their identity dance
The hunt for the proper pronoun
shall seemingly never slow down
On my weary ears
words effusive
to my loves & fears
found abusive
Intrusive blather
flightily inflated
light foamy lather
forthwith sags deflated
Frantic words be they well-meaning
may well be found over-weaning
It’s these days ubiquitous
the facial ’emoji’
Needs not be iniquitous
still poor pedagogy
In the tongue of my mother
would be ‘känsloikon’
who in my youth came rather
across as känslokall
While little she shared not clicked on from keyboard
men uttryckt muntligt från eget ordförråd
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-emoji = känsloikon (känslo+ikon)
-känsla = emotion
-kall = cold
-men uttryckt muntligt = but expressed verbally
-från eget ordförråd = from (her) own vocabulary
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?
Conversations smooth bubbles
shall easily puncture
burst on to fallow stubbles
at most awkward juncture
All while crashing comity’s concourse
rarely appears engender remorse?
A mere opinion is but belling
when makes no case. Hardly compelling
Where there’s nothing but opinions
our thought process lingers defective
We’re marching as mindless minions
when emotionally deflective
While when mind & heart tuned reflective
we may perceive & learn perspective
Suffering mulish monologue
am trying to interject
wanting engender dialogue
craving for all to connect
While most the time in vain
and for this I’m given flack
Am found rude & inane
by those haranguing their claque
Rarely have I found that such a bore
relinquishes his/her purloined floor
There was this artist named Yana
after inhaled marijuana
rather chomped pizza with extra cheese
than painted another masterpiece
Quaint her take on what’s Nirvana
Most virtue-signaling flags
been hauled down came autumn
Those still up flutter like rags
bleached, frayed top & bottom
Let’s hope they still our conscience nags
those fighting flags with their hashtags
Quips rarely realistic
just trotted out to sound clever
Tending to the simplistic
while ties to truth they may sever
Quips misidentify
meager on meaning
may oversimplify
while good at preening
Cutthroat snappy
who knows benight
Quick & scrappy
while rarely contrite