A quip of wisdom or abyss dumb?

Quips rarely realistic

we trot them out to sound clever
Tending over-simplistic
so ties to truth they may sever

Quips misidentify
meager on meaning
may oversimplify
while good at preening

Cutthroat snappy
who knows how benight
Quick & scrappy
while rarely contrite

 

Tittle-tattle in Seattle

Haven’t we got quite the knack
for freely shooting the breeze
for endless boorish yak
above pizza dripping cheese?

I’d rather hold out for the arcane
hoping to get bit more evolved
than being dragged down in the mundane
by someone soundly self-involved:

Spottily bit snottily
naughtily or haughtily

Does our ‘witticism’ hide criticism?

Underneath our ‘witticism’
on occasion it seems
lurks unkindly criticism
even lies & grim schemes?

As long as we don’t bore
or taking purloined pity
on those hapless we gore
what’s wrong with being witty?

Have we not learnt that life is unjust
so why do we still react nonplussed?!

Starved of conversation?

If you hunger for conversation
shall ‘customer service’ phrases
(in copious canned aggravation)
restore the art to good graces?

Rather than a slipshod stroll
mongst hackneyed words teeming
don’t we want to fill our soul
with something redeeming?

What might punctured phrases instill
beyond piling up as word fill?

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-conversation = a talk, especially an informal one, between two or more people, in which news and ideas are exchanged – with emphasis on ‘exchanged’

How shrillness electronic made stillness anachronic

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?

Howling strong in projection

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

Happily hounded

How happily I’m hounded
by persistent a muse
so gratefully astounded
enthusing out the blues

Am a tree happily barked up
by inspiration infused
It’s brimming over my cracked cup
foamy verbiage suffused

Verses may be pathetic
in pace peripatetic
The language mere cosmetic
both opaque & bathetic

Delivery homiletic
its effect anesthetic
While response found apathetic
why be apologetic?

Very few poets a Byron
or Shakespeare or Neruda
Very few women a siren
and few gurus a Buddha

So what? Won’t us short on talent
at least attempt to be gallant?