Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
So let us trudge along
gulping mega fudge
trying hum freedom’s song:
‘Mustn’t ourselves begrudge!’
while mired in deep despair
not going anywhere
Over diverse diets
getting ourselves mesmerized
Emotions run riots
by repeat failure chastised
Such is life in consumer cultures
where nothing is ‘overdoing’
while life as insatiable vultures
clearly assures our undoing
Takes so much more for us to lose weight
than by what we don’t serve on our plate
Were I able to stifle
my clabber blabbering
spouting tedious trifle
smattering, jabbering
Then you’d be spared erred earfuls
of fumbling foolishness
saved from such silly eyefuls
of mucky mulishness
But short of you pointing a gun
I’ll sadly keep at it again
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-clabber = milk that has soured and thickened
Hoping to escape but all in vain
cannot handle Reality
Instead we’re rattling bondage’s chain
whining dejected hyperbole
Helpless to abstain
flying high, smashed
Frenzied to deplane
before we crash
How our lives darkly constringe
when fueled by pills or syringe
Daunting the hypocrisy
when ruled by plutocracy
or by kakistocracy
Both pretend democracy
How dismissively they act
to any thorough search of fact
Quite unable to react
beyond emotional impact!
Shrill the whistles of delusion
in music played by calliope
Minions marching in effusion
to music of faux reality …
… amidst fellow bewildered minions
hurling out their fact-free opinions!
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This poster https://kiiarens.com/products/kamala-vote-joy triggered this verse
Unfazed by our own pretension
grasp of issues flagrantly hazy
Hard to listen, pay attention
when intellectually lazy
Fleetingly attracted
we find what’s brief protracted
Swiftly we’re distracted
too much from us exacted
Triggered as if by bump stock
with scant effort to aim
we keep spraying our stump talk
through story line so lame
Relieved when can finally defect
hopping on to a next fresh subject
hold it there, slow it!
uncorking the Moet
might overdo it
Calling oneself ‘great friend’
or ‘great at one’s craft’
part of self-absorbed trend
once unseemly daft
Like for self briskly clapping
would once been an aberration
as erstwhile own back slapping
frowned on as self-nomination
Now why wouldn’t it be our druthers
let any praise, come from others?
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moet = contrary to French grammar ‘moet’, when in Moet & Chandon champagne, is pronounced mo’wett
Dog eat dog
while cats scratch cats
frog jump frog
rats rat on rats
While animals are absolved of blame
might not humans gain from owning shame?
Humans to humans inhuman
nefarious plots thicken
Stirred by uncaring acumen
from rectitude we chicken
Through infallible perversity
humans create own adversity
May a crackling fire roaringly warm our chilled hearts
thaw our icicles of brittle self absorption.
A gallant gale scatter the heavy thoughts
howling through the dank caves of our darkness.
A brisk river douse our seething anger
firmly sweep it out onto the calm sea.
A gentle swell cradle our gnawing fears.
A hot summer sun dry our soggy soul.
May we not toss in anxiety and constraint
but float lightly in the restful peace of restraint.
Like light winds shifting
blowing across the pond
lazy thoughts drifting
awed, by escapism spawned
Unmoored our minds flap
as plunged stones or dipped oars
stir small waves which lap
expediency’s shores
Minds in the mundane adrift
to most else giving short shrift
In every port city
blown above ship hulls
eerily the ‘ditty’
of screeching seagulls
Thus welcomed the seafarer
who soon senses constrain
and the Sea, the ensnarer,
lures him back to its reign
So with eyes teary
sailors depart mournful
of port nights weary
of landlubbers scornful