Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Annoyed in silence we sulk
with feeling have been offended
Perhaps glad at chance to skulk
mope in victimhood pretended?
Feel we’re not being treated right?
What if we are?! Here’s what ought unnerve:
imagine how severe our plight
if receive what we rightly deserve
when we’re lashing out at every ‘offense’
in thin-skinned, callow, ego-fueled pretense!
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victimhood = the kind that declares that “if I feel like a victim then I am a victim”
Our son had to evacuate in the recent CA wildfires
No polite little hint
or mere nudge effete
Open your eyes, don’t squint:
Fistful of browbeat!
The wildfire
its scorching flames
deadly, dire
steady its aims
Soon shall burn again
not wise to remain
In all around us collapse
humans best at our worst
In reoccurring relapse
a Species sadly cursed
Our worst foot forward
acting when not knowing
Drifting back shoreward
‘progress’ never slowing
Watch our denial glisten
as we refuse to listen!
Planet like a stressed canine
shall shake itself of fleas
now in self-defense hard line
throwing off Human sleaze
With our fallacies
covetousness
enduring envies
loquaciousness
Restraint we’re sadly lacking
barely perspicacious
We rush, push, seldom slacking
way too efficacious
We keep battling amongst each other
with ferrous fangs & jagged jaws
while united against Earth Mother
Aren’t we Universe’s outlaws?!
Salivating salaciously
our species vexatiously
keeps gobbling up voraciously
defecates ungraciously
I’m since long overdue to resign
to join a species that is benign!
In selfish times when facts downplayed
marked by superficiality
when indulgence knows not delay
we seek virtual reality
Must be found swift & easy
to be entertaining
as well snappy & breezy
If not too constraining
Not only just exasperating
but a culture alienating
edited 10/13/23 1610
Conceited urban cowards
prefer to eat meat & prattle
They won’t holler like cowherds
or ponder the lives of cattle
They lack heart for battle
unless for their steak
Their God-ordained chattel
thus being at stake!
They chew on the road of least resistance
with no thought to cows’ dead end existence
On the occasion of Matt(eo), while staying in Tuscany, visiting Venice. What a Paisan!
Inside a shop in Peccioli
nestled in tight an alleyway
was Matteo munching cannoli?
No, on a Venice getaway!
Deserted hoi polloi
for glitterati
Smoothly he would deploy
with literati
where acing Palazzo dinners
with dizzying crowd of winners
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-paisan(o) = someone, here our son Matt(eo), who understands the significance of simply being Italian
-Palazzo dinner = https://quintessenceblog.com/inside-venice
Dishonesty & cowardice
dressed up, promptly propounded
(disingenuously remiss)
as: Optimism, well-founded!
Better face facts knowingly
than to indulge wishful thinking
Hopeless cajole glowingly
as Reality ain’t blinking!
And cowardly evasion
changes no one’s persuasion
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!
Is a claim of upstanding
while flimsy, most musty
kept alive by grandstanding
with bogus modesty?
While who knows what lurks
in our subliminal
perhaps shirks & smirks
some intrigues criminal?
Or are we just one of many liars
amongst precious few truthful outliers?