Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Poems in English
When in their soil flowers’ grace
flows from rooted stillness
while even in crystal vase
tinged by sadness, chillness
Flowers by their roots profound
picked by purloined human longing
fade in days beyond rebound
wither, lost by not belonging
Why are flowers, which we desecrate
brought to those we want to celebrate?
Find myself apprehensive
of disruptive technology
its claimed blessings ostensive
trade-offs bring no apology
Since ages human hope has been fervent
naively over-optimistic
that technology would be our servant
Now we toil, its slaves fatalistic
Inescapably in its fetters
robbed of last chance of defiance
now also as its hapless debtors
in fine-print, rigged non-compliance
This time we shall have no revolution
that saves us from Species’ execution
From mere species viewpoint we’ve failed
if we think in terms of right or wrong
while Big D has got it nailed:
It’s just a matter of going on!
The Big D bestows ceaseless strife
singly we just don’t matter
Humans among all planet’s life
bore Big D with their natter
Doesn’t care for how any one of us exists
just as long as planetary life persists
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-Big D = The Divine
There’s no longer much stretch left
of our Species’ narrowing path
which, had we back then been deft,
could’ve used to brake the planet’s wrath
Instead we caused Earth to crumble
by our consumption willful
Recklessly kept up in rumble
our feigned ignorance skillful
Unwilling to restrain
we decided to downplay
Little time shall remain
until our Species’ doomsday
Our shuffling so far in dismal dance
assures that our Species stands no chance
There ain’t no society
among folks ‘hubristic’
it’s just a variety
of those ‘narcissistic’
Their ‘rugged individualism’
which they so me-firstly cherish
constitutes no defense mechanism
Unlike some others they’ll perish:
all alone, disaffected
ruggedly unconnected
On the passing of a friend
While of Life’s harshness wary
convivial our Mary
Her heartstrings of harp
her mind saber sharp
Met many like her? Nary!
If you insist go right ahead! Be my guest! Just don’t involve us!
Well, aren’t you persistent
it did happened in the past
may in future distant
But we would still be miscast!
For should it happen in the present
we’d rather stay unaffected!
Such a tiresome & irksome event
must out of hand be rejected!
We avoid things unnerving
enabling us to glide along
on our life path unswerving
no worry until our swan song
Until then we prefer rush headlong
heedlessly, unblushingly headstrong!
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-Sixth Mass Extinction = Over the last half-billion years, life on Earth has been nearly wiped out five times. It’s happening right now for the sixth time. Let’s give ourselves a big hand for so splendidly helping it along this time around!
Letting ourselves be distracted
blind to fallout, while all hellbent on
lame entertainment protracted
Real threats scorned, barely acted upon
Kicking the can down the road
in our anomie habitat
Thus reaping what we are owed
slow motion fascist coup d’etat?
Tell, when was cataclysm ever averted
by hiding out in consumerism perverted?
When we act ’emotionally reasoned’
seems initially to work well
while the approach must left us unseasoned
to stave off the any task’s death knell
While distracted by our own schlock
absorbed in state affective
we won’t hear Reality knock
thus losing all perspective
We can’t be bothered to dissect
what is cause & what is effect
Who would unprompted share
one’s fact-grounded opinions
let heart & mind laid bare
to cliché-spouting minions?
Would that not be to squander
what is for each quintessential
in a frivolous yonder
tangential to life essential?
Unless someone appears sincerely to ask
might we not prefer in a limelight to bask