Denial hard coated
invariably fractious
obstinately bloated
fallacious, fast & factious
Might ‘work’ within the rare moment
while a dubious bestowment
Pending collapse as if in time-lapse
Must be the fossil fuel
or the biggest banks!
Those from ivy league school
in government’s ranks!
We seldom seem nonplussed
that is never caused by ‘us’
Of course would’ve been unjust
as too busy to discuss
Still makes ‘us innocent victims’ fume
when we’re trying so hard to consume
Disadvantaged but they managed
We hail from people who had to toil
through ages in bleak subsistence
on some miserly morsel of soil
eking out a grim existence
Disadvantaged
but they managed
Now to ‘consumer’ uplifted
infinitely more stuff
How human life has shifted!
Why can’t we get enough?
Words effusive may be found abusive
On my weary ears
words effusive
to my loves & fears
found abusive
Intrusive blather
flightily inflated
light foamy lather
forthwith sags deflated
Frantic words be they well-meaning
may well be found over-weaning
The ramshackle shack emits such pained yack
My poor aging body
a ramshackle shack
Now worn down & shoddy
emitting pained yack
Whenever it moves around
ailments reveal therein
Feels beat down, close to breakdown
that’s life of the has-been
Now it’s only left for us to treasure
how in our prime it bestowed such pleasure
Bi-lingual rhyme may wryly chime
The facial ’emoji’
found these days ubiquitous
en platt ‘pedagogi’
or outright iniquitous
In the tongue of my mother
would be ‘känsloikon’
who in my youth came rather
across as ‘känslokall’
While little she related typed from keyboard
mest uttryckt muntligt från eget ‘ordförråd’
edited 05/29/24 0735
Not invigorated, hope debilitated
At early dawn released, relieved
from limp grip of shallow sleep
coming to on planet aggrieved
facing day’s challenges steep
Not invigorated
mind, conscience shaky
hope debilitated
legs & joints achy
These days sleep since too long adulterated
each morning feeling more attenuated
After beaten black-and-blue escape got overdue
Careless years blown dissipated
lived ignorant of too much
Dull days closed down desolated
leaned too hard on booze’s crutch
I kept on churning on shallow laps
around & around & again
’til sounded inexorably taps:
Plainly mundane, nothing arcane!
For true happiness I’d sung in vain
ignorant of another refrain
Demure lips of restraint
While those demure lips we’d gladly kissed
but as know-it-alls unwilling
to delve into that we may have missed:
Perhaps a life more fulfilling?
It’s reality, not fiction
that voluntary restraint
(while at glance a contradiction)
frees us from feeling constraint
While we’re still keeping up our perseverance
of floundering in rushing incoherence
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-restraint = ‘a cookie abstained from may taste better than one indulged’
If only you know best where does it leave us the rest?
Does each of us think we know best
(though disclaimed in false humility)
though at Human Nature’s behest
ours merely purloined agility?
And if only one knows best
where does it leave us the rest?