Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
The Latin ‘vincit qui se vincit’
(‘he conquers who conquers himself’)
frees us only when we evince it
as won’t just happen by itself!
When of risk-takings we may be lukewarm
let others take’em should they care
If they need so badly to transform
then let change take place – but ‘out there’!
While we of course retain the right to reprove
those, who imply that we should need to improve
Watch our contrived smiles beaming
flooding the feigned community
see our well-brushed teeth gleaming
All relished with impunity
With entitled importunity
we’re elbowing in fake freedom
for abundant opportunity
like found in erstwhile Yankeedom
While life’s very essence seems since been wrung
what we now stand for may thus be unsung
Enjoyed youth’s wits
Then in my senescence
wits called itself quits
Such now my quintessence:
Been left but with whits
showing up in mere fits
now unmoved by glitz
ain’t moping in the pits
Now dwell in my life’s sunset
in most tranquil a mindset
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whit = a tiny or scarcely detectable amount
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!
Right wingers march in neo-heimat
breathe out air & thought pollution
To ignore the collapsing climate
appears their preferred ‘solution’
How shall this mess, surely soon, end
as false cheers drag us in abjection?
Pernicious threats makes deadly blend
in consumer dreams, wide selection:
Wars been raging without ceasefires
as do now global floods, wildfires
Nations lacking sense to back down
prance at very edge of nuclear war
they war game ‘limited’ showdown
while ‘suitcase bombs’ may blast through backdoor
Too close to the edge we totter
in political meltdown
by the self-styled ‘genius’ plotter
revealed himself vile a clown
Economy precariously
fumbles while greed’s ruthless prophets
on Wall Street most nefariously
amass usurious profits
Enabled by our own inanity
we’re perishing amidst insanity!
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‘genius’ plotter = Trump