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For some of us saps … it’s taps

Erstwhile restraint all gone
guts soft, hearts hardened
Attempting every con
foul fallout pardoned

Society’s strands frayed
way beyond hope of repair
From empathy’s path strayed
face down in ditch of despair

Sunk in our armchair
‘thinking’ now as the herd
Watching the fanfare
until our vision blurred

Been living sardined
soon dying demeaned

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-fanfare = here: the ostentatious political lies, media propaganda, endless entertainment, commercials etc
-sap = (slang) a fool; sucker; dupe
-sardined = in cramped, hampered conditions, here: as far as outlook, perspective, context

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Find a woman hard for you to match!

A father’s advice to his son of marrying age

Whether a ‘lounging’ heiress
find one with spiritual depth
or an ‘on feet’ hairdresser
Insist on sweet soul, mind of breadth

(Not, if newly, a divorcee
or a just released parolee)

One shapely with good looks:
A compelling muse
one who adeptly cooks
doesn’t watch tv news

A woman hard for you to match
and one not too easy to catch

 

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Gushing feelgood rush

Splendidly gallop our horses
below glimmer of sabers
in bravely fought lost good causes
thus found stillborn our labors

While briefly providing
gushing feelgood rush
way too soon subsiding
that compelling crush

Thusly often runs the course
of many a ‘noble’ cause

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Aren’t most of idiots truly in these times most unruly?

‘Idiots’ are we not truly
in Athenian word sense
if in these times most unruly
we’re just sitting on the fence?

With economy now in free fall
while society collapses
time to mitigate (though can’t forestall)
before short time left elapses!

Why don’t we try our utmost
as Earth does turn burning toast?

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idiot = from ‘idios’ (private, one’s own); an ‘idiot’ in Athenian democracy (500 B.C.) was someone who was concerned almost exclusively with private, as opposed to public, affairs – not seeming to grasp how they are intertwined! Declining to take part in public life was largely frowned upon – considered dishonorable even. ‘idiots’ were thus seen as having poor judgment in societal matters (now, really!)

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Distracting vs exacting

Happiness but cloying
pinkish ribbon flown
flimsy & decoying
by fickle winds blown

While embracing Peace of Mind
steadfastly us anchor
Life’s most impeccable find
knows calm joy, not rancor

Happiness dallies in distracting
Peace of Mind lets us live exacting

 

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Weakly we preen watching a screen

So tingly tactile:
tripping on an anthill
dancing a quadrille
working in a steel mill

Instead we vainly preen:
leaned on the Net’s crutch
as watching on a screen
keep us out of touch

Yet we butt in prone to pronounce – come on!
although we know so little from hands-on!

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Memories stoked by pedal strokes

Memories glaringly stoke
turns the Past over as by plow
while seems every pedal stroke
distracts me away from The Now

Riding the bike ‘memory machine’
brings on wondrous recollection
as if shown on refulgent wide screen
in stern fiat retrospection

Whilst as long as rotate the wheels
my mixed Past unflinchingly squeals 8

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squeal = to inform on

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When disquietude brims, the outlook dims

Attempting life uncomplicated
in today’s screeching world unhinged
more so by each day, inundated
finding myself ever more fringed

Near drowning in dubiety
from which never sounds ‘all clear’
still lessens my anxiety
when in verse I persevere

Or when my disquietude brims
when shallow restlessness spikes
or whenever the outlook dims
I jump on one of my bikes

Quatrain strophes, pedal strokes allay
fleetingly nudge doomsday thoughts away