Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Think we’re saddled
with Leaders
bumbling, addled
non-readers?
Although they’re not lost at all
merely might have appeared effete
As found abundant their gall
when eager to please The Elite
helping Wall Street get replete
by robbing Main Street deplete
Verifiable objective reality
holds these days little attraction
People rather making things up fancy-free
not bothered by factual distraction
Any genuine search
may prove imbecility
shall risk you get besmirched
as a liability
Finding no satisfaction in social action?
Then best hang back in consumer stupefaction!
Of today’s speech be wary
seldom corollary
ill boding, often airy
hurriedly Hail Mary
Flimsy, fleeting such ‘bliss’
when facts, what’s fair we ignore
in collusion we kiss
Cease & desist, I implore!
Or I’ll wake with hangover hammering
from such ceaseless self-absorbed yammering
No help for victims civilian
by ‘defense’ budgets of a trillion
while The E.U.: crocodilian
NATO: East crawling reptilian
Ever darker clouds race
beyond Humanity’s whims:
letting our lives debase
hope for planet’s future dims
… as we indulge free reins
for hate filled hearts & brains
Have we noticed less yelling
these days in tight traffic
less impudent labeling
fewer gestures graphic?
Do we drive more like adults
with manners to be commended
lessened the need to insult
and slower to get offended?
If so, it might be truth to say
for fear of being blown away?
Sounds so demoralizing
her verbal ritual
Weighed down immobilizing
her yack perpetual
Her dear husband enlisted
for reasons simplistic
Their lives by Empire twisted
yet feel chauvinistic
They’re human raw material
to fill its hapless legions
on harsh campaigns Imperial
in to remotest regions
And so the War Machine
gobbles up recruits
Some eager to convene
to look sharp, salute
Empire’s goals & pursuits obscene
its glamor proves cosmetic:
To search out, destroy or demean
in violence frenetic
Carrying out command: ‘Fire!’
jingoistically
sets in motion outcome dire:
Blow back predictably
Massive entertainment
& the mainstream media
hold us in containment
weighed down by acedia
After being surreptitiously sedated
may find out, if woken up, that we’ve been castrated
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 gone when dialog was between two
now it takes a three- or foursome to coo
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three- or foursome = 2 persons + 1 or 2 smartphones involved
Crisp days freshly dawn
hold hope of perfection
But by dusk forlorn
faded in dejection
Takes guts & strength of mind
never just by fingers’ snap
Sounds like same old tired grind
as joy doesn’t sit on our lap
So if we think it can be achieved
by just staying in the slipstream
we’re allowing us to be deceived
lost in that American Dream
where we’re entitled to score
while putting in less, not more
Refuse defenses
of both ‘panem’
& of ‘circenses’
best just ban’em
They provide spurious easement
distracting entertainment
mere superficial appeasement
in consumer containment
Such ‘adults’ in shorts:
keep celeb name-dropping
shopping, watching sports
snacks with extra topping
Won’t achieve Reality attainment
watching commercials & infotainment