Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
My sweet childhood culture
made me feel much guilt
vexed me like a vulture
daily, to the hilt
Got me uncertainty inbuilt
of something vaguely guilty
left me watch all self esteem wilt
down to limp fish gefilte
Such rearing brought me to adult life
where it’s causing awkwardness & strife
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gefilte fish = a limp, soft dish from grinding several species of fish
The unfeigned hypocrite
lies cavalierly
senses not counterfeit
as fakes sincerely
When clouded our perception
lying becomes ingrained
When can’t sense own deception
our claims flow unrestrained:
Creates one endless reckless game
of blame, denial & points lame
We ‘signal virtue’
so to ingratiate
like those in church
who self-felicitate
As we in presumption
lay claim to be ‘woke’
then with purloined gumption
in pretense we cloak
It takes temerity
to fake sincerity
Our keen shopping ideologue
in her gushing travelogue
pours over every catalogue
for stuff with apt epilogue
Ongoing bacchanalia
found at IKEA
of sharp paraphernalia
So here’s the idea:
That if she can snag
that which is plain out-sized
(except its price tag)
then she’ll be idolized!
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-epilogue = here: a purchase that fleetingly pleases – but not for long as that would slow down further purchases
The bosom left untouched
delights utterly
While the one been retouched
may bulge udderly
Still produces rapture
in the gaping fool
held frozen in capture
with unseemly drool
Much rather than the jounce
of breasts enhanced unsightly
I laud the innate bounce
be it scant, that flows lightly
Here kids: The planet Earth
long time now since was replete
Circles, rotates in dearth
with you while fully deplete
Wondering if ours were plain theft
draining the planet hollow?
No, no, no need to feel bereft!
Just carry on! Go wallow!
Simply the generational dance
Earth ain’t wholly overheated
Have faith in ‘techno fixes’ perchance
who says you are being cheated?
Kids, keep up the winning same
piling profits by extraction
Self indulgence brings no shame
just tune out, hide in distraction!
Am writing here yet another verse
of life languished in delusion
In pretense putrid, pallid & terse
persevered in cold collusion
Make no waves, to go & get along
in narrow self absorbed living
Life squandered for a trinket or song
while pretending no misgiving
Earth’s habitat, turned inside out purse
our children’s lives cannot get worse
Planet becomes Humanity’s hearse
they’ll perish in wailing & curse
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they’ll perish in wailing & curse.
Got a sweet crush
on robust rush?
The activity junkie
moved by proclivity
ever foraging, spunky
in reactivity
Must keep up the constant clanking
as quiet locomotion
found infinitely more rankling
than noisiest commotion
and stopping to catch one’s breath
would surely be to risk death!
Sleep’s traces much remain
as she rubs her eyes
Awake, alive again
stretch, time to arise!
Out from rumbled sheets crinkly
vision blurred, tussled hair
Ears red, cheeks & nose wrinkly
her voice muffled, face bare
From ‘looks in bed’ to beauty table
embracing cosmetology
From what’s natural on to fable
hardly ‘in depth’ psychology:
Largely by convention hustled
leads us worshiping in line
by glitzy marketing muscled
to mere Skin Deep Beauty’s Shrine
Your demands way gratuitous
so won’t change our behavior!
So ain’t it just fortuitous
Hi-Tech shall be our Savior!
Our likes are inviolable
so let change happen ‘out there’!
Our habits not abdicable
thus change cannot happen ‘here’!
We don’t care if action may redeem humanity
distracted we’ve lost traction mired in inanity