Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Under Internet’s spell
we snappily yap
away on our crisp cell
headless it’s a trap
Those lustrous slim smart phones
which we adulate
(as do your on-screen clones)
do alienate:
We’ll come to regret the barren blight
on what seems now ‘safe connection site’!
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‘safe connection site’ = alludes to ‘safe injection site’ where addicts can ‘safely’ shoot up
Never thought of as mere trivia
when there’s something that we lament
manners dispatched to oblivia
leaving us unrestrained to vent
That pebble on our path
turns into mighty mountain
precipitates our wrath
spewing from ire’s fountain
Does trying to hide away in what’s trivial
create but fleetingly a mood convivial?
Been traipsing in to Fascism
in brash American style
on filthy rug of Racism
spouting sick sentiments vile
Are we finding this ‘acceptable’
(from which erstwhile had been shrinking)
thus to cruelty susceptible
as we look at barely blinking
But all ain’t lost thanks to Kakistocracy
for we’ve been saved from Social Democracy!
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-kakistocracy = government run by the vile & worst, least qualified & most unscrupulous citizens (from Greek kakistos: worst)
With valiant perseverance
in one united voice:
“We brook no interference
with Consumer Choice!
We march blindly in lockstep
while anger & planet smolder
We prattle, whine, chase & schlepp
Cassandras get the cold shoulder
Sillily we’re beaming
unbeknownst benighted
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Cassandra = one who warns in vain then subsequently proved right
O, humanity’s attraction
albeit just reactive
to ceaseless din of distraction
irresistibly tractive
Discord rarely averted
when our opinions brawl
amidst invective blurted
stretching the endless sprawl
Is rob Paul to pay Peter
merely ‘sound’ greed, no gall
thus no one is a cheater
for just wanting it all?
Merely business as usual
robbing Peter to pay Paul
only bottom line is crucial
so let’s try to rob them all!
Wrapped in impatience itchy shawl
splashing through Life’s icy squalls
letting mundane pursuits enthrall
gliding in fallacious valse
Turmoil churns nocturnally
contorted internally:
Flooded by angst at night
Clock on night table stands still
No way out, left or right!
While under thick blanket chill
After toss & turn til dawn
face the day, get a grip!
Though eyes blurred, facial hue wan
must try to right the ship
Rising in to the day’s noise
we must try to gather poise
“Hey, just some quick research on the Net, and I’ll hold my own against any expert in any field! Advanced degrees & years of practice is just for the slow learner!”
Many a Net acolyte
goes from sheer neophyte
to solidly erudite
by mere keyboard tap light!
Thus she or he presumes
by unique prerogative
to learn from iffy fumes!
Ain’t that too rebarbative?
Not just naively superficial
but to sound outcome prejudicial!
Collapsing cultures
bring wordy vultures:
Slipshod sentences keep churning
words wobbly, promptly crash land
leaving us puzzled and yearning
to connect and understand
Language perishes by drought
meaning lost, while we lose clout