Wide tires look so cool

Think wide car tires look so cool
and who says they waste gas?
Should not make us vain a fool
or a science slack ass!

They’re part of our urbanity
of which tires aren’t just incidental
Not a case of mere vanity
and ain’t to others detrimental

It’s not what we actually steal
It’s all about how is makes me feel

It’s still Sweden, yes SwEDEN

Clearly too powerful a pastiche
of the stolid Kingdom of Sweden
to persuade itself to unleash
from seeing itself as an Eden:

Where was that Swedish predilection
for well ingrained circumspection
when joined NATO without election
in untoward genuflection?

Swedish deliberations may seem esoteric
to the surrounding, less advanced, world barbaric

Each blessed moment its own bestowment

Now’s the time to be strong minded
While the past always matters
when by flashbacks am reminded
I mustn’t drown as it splatters

Rather stretch to my boldest stance
in each new moment’s fraction
am offered yet another chance
with short time frame for action

as resolve tends to fade too fast
never known to loiter & last

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?!

Indulging lives silly

We stop & go & turn
for hours bumper to bumper
tempers flare as we churn
Minds melting, bodies plumper

Showing for others slight concern
for fear of us being scammed
Can’t learn from what we don’t discern
with hearts chilly & minds jammed

Thus we hide away in lives silly
taking dead-end paths willy-nilly

Partir c’est mourir un peu

Originally written after just returning from a visit to my country of birth

From a privileged voyage
over distance, in quiescence
amidst confounding buoyage
slid right back in to senescence

Took from fantasy’s cup a quick sip
now just back from yet another trip

 

Finds no time to ponder the wonders yonder?

‘Lack time’, we lament
but distinctions get lost
when much time misspent
searching for lowest cost

It’s such sad inertia silly
by choosy Ace Consumer
descendant from Ancient Philly
lacking vision & humor

They keep chasing all hell bent
just can’t slow, pause or relent!

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Ancient Philly = the area of Philistia. These days a ‘philistine’ is a person who not only ignores all conditions of life which are not her own but also demands that the rest of humankind should fashion its mode of existence after her own

Slouches on couches?

Aren’t we obstinate slouches
when try hide from our deepest fears
on Life’s pillows & couches
where we’re sinking down to our ears?

Are we thoroughly deflated
or effectively effete
or only sadly stalemated
lacking courageous heartbeat?

Why not bravely pursue what’s life-giving
rather than consume mired in misgiving?

Brittle leaves take flight from tree

Brittle leaves, yellow, cerise
swirling, sailing, glowing
in boisterous chilly breeze
mischievously blowing

Flashing sun rays dash around
lightening Fall in dance
Intrepid trees soon ungowned
below sky’s swept expanse

In windblown farewell leaves leave worn
bare branches left to stretch forlorn