Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
“Then we went there
and that was so great
they liked my hair
and then we all ate!”
Spare me loquacious logistics
with silly shallow heuristics!
In boorish reporting
of meager meandering
while mixing exhorting
with transparent pandering
Mercy, don’t let this pass for life
rather send me strenuous strife!
Proclaim empathy
but mind its action term:
Solidarity
from which we smoothly squirm
For ain’t our druthers
to look away
and blaming others
for any fray?
While caring, sharing beyond the spoken
would entail brave action beyond token!
of many a drug derelict
for anything hinting anodyne
that’s the focus of the addict
Closed minds dazed
snorting a line
dead eyes glazed
how asinine
fleeting the magic
in drugged lives tragic
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aquiline = here: hooked
Clammy hands of anxiety
clasping throats assertively
suspend us in dubiety
keep poking us furtively
Desperate to regain
equanimity
with less thought to attain
magnanimity
Fears embolded shall but briefly fade
unacknowledged they shall resurge
By any disavowal unswayed
while we keep racing on the verge
As long as we avert our gaze
we shall sink deeper in malaise
With plagiarized platitudes
we’re mangling logic, facts
in aggrandized attitudes
by hasty keyboard acts
Our attention span
closes in flash
like glamor at Cannes
makes but a splash
Finding peace of mind & soul ain’t our thing
if we await for a screen to go ‘ting’
In offhand complacence
with little forethought
we offer obeisance
as we yield distraught
Got no appetite for fuming
in righteous indignation
just looking busy consuming
away in resignation
In successive fits of ‘sloptimism’
we pretend: What’s wrong with escapism?
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‘sloptimism’ = (by license) wishful sloppy ‘thinking’; groundless optimism
Aren’t we callow
lacking mature breadth?
Even shallow
while pretending depth?
But no need be concerned
as in these times who’d listen:
Haven’t most of us adjourned
to Self-Absorption’s Prison?
Reducing each other to appurtenant
make others’ concerns at best impertinent
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-appurtenant = relating to something that is added but is not essential
-breadth = an ability to address a broad range of issues
How do such s**t hole nations
scrounge up their silly gall
at their poor, lowly stations
to carry on & bawl?
They’re deemed easily exterminable
despairing of survival choices
while Empire’s clamor interminable
in raucous warmongering voices
Claim feverish minds conceptional
perpetually so in vogue:
“U.S. Nation is Exceptional!”
While it’s Herself who’s going rogue
In the end Empire turns effete
and cruelly goes astray
beats a long overdue retreat
hits cataclysm, fades away
Until such time keeps up Her harsh harangue
on Moscow, Tehran, Beijing & Pyongyang
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-going rogue = here: a state that does not respect international laws, treaties and agreements, and engages in unprovoked indiscriminate warfare
-s**t hole nations = quote by Trump
Time, it’s being said, ‘flies’
passes too quickly
or rather perhaps ‘flees’
cowardly prickly?
For where’s time when we need more
what’s the story on that score?
Watch that tempus
as it ravages
in fierce tempest
as it savages:
Possesses our minds
our lives it mocks
Time never rewinds
as do our clocks
So just ‘fugit about it’
there exist no loopholes
We may sit in the cockpit
but not at the controls!
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-tempus fugit = time ‘flies’ but seems rather ‘flees’?
-‘fugit’ about it = here: forget about it
indulging in shallow cant
hid in wryness from his Norse source
Housed high hopes but findings scant
He had thus subconsciously yearned
for where pure fantasy holds its sway
Made poor use of what little learned
while boasts boisterously in brash bray
He’ll witlessly wander in No Man’s Land
when lacking the courage to understand
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-cant = (not confused with: can’t) hypocritical and sanctimonious talk, typically of a moral, religious, or political nature
-no man’s land = here: a life not settled into due to fear or uncertainty