Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Could have had solidarity
rather than indignity
engaged in jocularity
rather than malignity
Our Species is lost in denial
thinking we alone in control
but shows us up as suicidal
when created our own sinkhole
But Humans falling extinct
shall rejuvenate Earth
summed up here in phrase succinct:
Nature shall romp in mirth!
We keep suffering iniquity
by greedy ‘power elite’ blithe
Brutish plight predates antiquity
scythed powerless humans still writhe
Implacably each ‘people’s savior’
shall feel uniquely appointed
But let’s assess our own behavior:
We allow being exploited!
True change doesn’t somehow happen out there
but through risk filled action by ‘us’ here
Aren’t facts just too complicated, taking too much time & effort to uncover & verify? Do I need anyone to tell me what MY facts should be? Surely, fairer & easier for each of us just to make them up as we need them:
Read about them in the tabloids
plied by ‘anything goes’ hacks
Elsewhere commonly called factoids
dressed up as we need them ‘facts’
The Net thrills in profligacy
of excitement refulgent
Be it doubtful efficacy
enabling those indulgent
Who’s got guts to be resolute
sort out all that’s annoying
in these our sweet times dissolute
brimmed with the innate, cloying?
Hence we spill what pops into mind
as insight of reflected kind!
Riga straddles the mighty river
for all vitality it’ll give her.
She strides on heels stiletto
elegantly arrayed.
Drools over Rigoletto
cultured through her free trade.
Riga shows spires & beauty
from centuries of booty.
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mighty river = The Daugava forms deep in Russia and flows out in to the Bay of Riga
edited 09/09/21 1805
Like mice scurrying away
off to work & shopping
we’d like all to be OK
with daily fun, whopping!
In our dream house til the bell shall knell
often in neighborhood select
Many a mouse thinks they’ve chosen well
though stuck in a mousing project
Now, ain’t life such a cheerful thrilla
in our so chichi cheesy villa!
Us Humans are a fickle lot
at least the ones this poor Earth got
On our Life’s fleeting one-way flight
fluctuates the scenery
between our chilly mind’s parched blight
and our warm heart’s greenery
With this forlorn Human Race I’m done
Tell, how do I join a steadfast one?
Does our watching those celebs
so wealthy & carefree
clear our drudgery’s cobwebs
thin out boredom’s debris?
Seen how, say, grocery clerks
carry on like show hosts
setting off verbal fireworks
with check-out line ripostes?
Do talk shows model us folks?
Or do talk shows inform
manipulate, joke & coax
us in how to perform?
… keeping up the banter in ubiquity
in a tiresome culture of obliquity
Their ignorance seems foregone
unwittingly adverse
Declaring them a moron
might just make it all worse
Though they aren’t sipping the chalice
of willful and cruel malice
Who thinks those who howl at moons
truly deserve contempt?
Why berate screen-glued maroons
who of insight exempt
but were one of them to feel concern
sufficient then to cause a heartburn?
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maroon: a person ‘marooned’ i.e. stranded or isolated withe little hope of rescue
Turning what’s clear into murky
they digress, they obfuscate
hawk what’s boring as if perky
pounce, batter & inundate
Dogged out-of-breath marketing
intrusive, titillating
in pitches self-aggrandizing
which some find mesmerizing:
Pitching to our cupidity
aided by our torpidity
we’re o so elegant
with such a crisp locution
albeit ignorant
Ours a fantasy cure-all
shiny but shortsighted
superficial with much gall
impotent, benighted
Hence one more ‘pretend solution’
sure to fail in execution