Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
best shut up, be nice!
Let’s just keep on racing
on lake’s melting ice
Though species are abating
let’s collude: All is cool!
and ain’t polite berating
denial’s nonplussed fool
What’s the need to be realistic
when we can just stay optimistic?
Life’s hilly road winds abstruse
sometimes circuitous
Of what befalls we’re obtuse
shall seem gratuitous
Perhaps fortuitously
not by divine keyboard?
Events evolve furtively
warnings often ignored
Aren’t we oddly innocent of what is untoward
as when what seemed ‘punishment’ later turns out ‘reward’?
Throughout history of cultures
humans have brought agony
Tearing asunder like vultures
and seldom showing mercy
Egos flare while hearts still yearn
to mire us in conflict
now getting too late to learn
to help, and not inflict
Life lost in bickering
Solidarity’s warm lights
have long been flickering
collapse nibbled, now it bites
Even with our planet crumbling
why aren’t our failings found humbling?
Life demands something from us
it does so, persisting
but its doggedness we hush
while keep up resisting
When unwilling to winnow
we’re cowards not to search
Our lives shall remain callow
while we dither & lurch
While at Life’s quintessence we scoff
gladly keep feeding at its trough!
What if we’re just like worms
in their dark bin’s murky muck
each crawls, wiggles & squirms
bragging of their own great pluck!
What says that humans know more
about the Great Unknown?
What may we claim on that score
as Creation’s Capstone?
Never mind how much we boast and grin
don’t we botch it in our ‘brighter bin’?
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‘brighter bin’ = here: planet Earth
On noticing a herd of cows grazing on the edge of a shallow lake:
A herd of brown cows grazing
on grass by the water
short-cut future they’re facing
for goodness sake: Slaughter!
In the now’ heroically
as they’re living on the edge
Noses to ground stoically
while astutely skirting sedge
Let’s be courageous in the now
having a field day like a cow!
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-cow-ardly = here: the ways of cows, incl their courage & rectitude, which prominently lacking in the humans who exploit them.
Could have had solidarity
rather than indignity
engaged in jocularity
rather than malignity
Our Species is lost in denial
thinking we alone in control
but shows us up as suicidal
when created our own sinkhole
But Humans falling extinct
shall rejuvenate Earth
summed up here in phrase succinct:
Nature shall romp in mirth!
My presence turned sallow
gotten gray & old
Insipid & shallow
shuffling like a troll
Seeking out quietude
and tranquility
scrounging each interlude
for sanguinity
Uneasily did plumb
the depth of my soul:
Found it still callow, numb
though perhaps bit droll?
In my youth I held higher hopes
than retire as one of Life’s dopes
Us Humans are a fickle lot
at least the ones this poor Earth got
On our Life’s fleeting one-way flight
fluctuates the scenery
between our chilly mind’s parched blight
and our warm heart’s greenery
With this forlorn Human Race I’m done
Tell, how do I join a steadfast one?
Am a wreck in howling storm:
My old knees bit stiff to fold
poor heart runs chilled & warm
wrinkly hands too cold to hold
With ears worn thin and wary eye
I observe Life’s mystery:
Us humans (although we deny)
do hatch our own misery!
In a next life lets apply prudence
as well as ‘uncommon sense’ shrewdness