Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Our quick, impatient words
flapping in ad lib
like flocks of ‘take off’ birds
swift, screeching & glib
Our phrases cheerfully poured
over facts, rationale
‘cleverness points’ to be scored
regardless of morale
‘Rolling off tongue’ phrases
sink without a trace
scattered in odd places
as bystanders brace
While endless subjects of banality
keep splashing amongst the plurality
Birds’ color schemes
each flawless
distinctly gleams
brings solace
More elating a smidgen
mere glimpse of a Wigeon
or observing a Pigeon
than finding religion?
While birds of all colors soar
wingless humans largely bore
Why be effete
scurrying eyes down
on tender feet
in self-absorbed frown?
Down blind alleys
in another fray
Same old sallies
just another day
On craven path
indulged, too well fed
still silent wrath
keeps racking my head
Is life really worth living
if of self we’re too forgiving?
Does it succeed the strategy
to seek bliss in ignorance
with heads in clouds of fantasy
dreaming of deliverance?
As we’re mired in mortality
must not our flesh & bone feet
stand firmly in reality
on coarse earthiness concrete?
So when Life glares
endure its stares!
These days it seems too much work and/or there ain’t enough time to untie the laces before removing one’s shoes at night. If so – here’s for those of you who struggle with putting them on the next morning:
Hope eternally springs
for AI laces made right:
Self-loosening shoestrings
opens up shoes with foresight!
But til such time here’s a cue:
Must it cause much outcry
if you don’t remove your shoe
until first you untie?!
Or do sneakers get tight
just resting over night?
Drawn on my years of observation of how my spouse has perfected this artful undertaking, viz.:
“Do not rush me, Time!
I need you to slow down
right now on the dime!
Just pulling on my gown!”
“I need you to wait!”
Her cheeks all flush
“I’m lavishly late
in frantic rush!”
By now Perfected Exit
after starting out slow
builds momentum til hectic
Now that’s a fire works show!
Steadily recurring drama
mere minutes til dressed from pajama
While to others would cause trauma
mere swift smooth routine for Grande Mama!
Plays out like a scorcher
with dashing deporture.
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-deporture = deportment: demeanor; conduct
-Time = to others inexorable while to my spouse time ought to instantly expand or contract perfectly synchronized to her shifting needs. Now that can’t be too much to ask for, can it?!
Images of their lives short & wretched
then slaughter’s horror for animals
indelible impressions sizzle etched
From where springs our human animus?
Aren’t we bereft of compassion
raising them as mere food ration?
Clearly meat eating replete
with daily cruelty?
Mustn’t chewing ‘factory meat’
place hearts in truancy?
Which goes for swilling dairy
if on human behalf
should we not all be wary
unless a nursing calf?
“But we like meat & dairy!” Good grief!
Won’t you grasp animals aren’t our beef?
Instead thrive on flowing wheat
lustrous, delectable
and the fresh & brimming sweet
fruit & vegetable!
“Why’s everyone in my way
while I’m never in theirs?
Why do they drive so astray
with only me who cares?”
Impatience turns rampageous
hurls us down that black hole
while patience is contagious
and leaves us in control
When one’s ego bigger than the car
seem we can’t help rant, honk, speed & spar!
The car fleetingly lends power
to a driver who’s lacking
whilst on foot meek as a flower
timid, weak-kneed & slacking
Ponder: You’re not stuck IN traffic
You ARE the traffic, Seraphic!
Whether buying socks or crockery
it’s about deliberation
Making right choice or face mockery
a taxing preoccupation!
Stuff made in sweatshop
makes for low price perfect!
Heady feel atop
with power to reject!
Total waste to try and humor
any purchase quandary
that’s faces our base consumer
who knows not of boundary
All opportunities acute
for a consumer resolute
Prudence never found too minute
for a consumer who’s astute
The consistently failing but still not changing U.S. foreign policy: Why don’t they ever learn?!
On the contrary! The Power Elite has learned only too well from their ‘mistakes’ & remain ever so determined to repeat them. These ‘mistakes’ feed their heady hubris and float their depraved delusions while amply providing notoriety, power, profits, careers, ribbons, pensions.
Steeped in inequality & iniquity, the Elite cannot be much bothered about the dire & deadly consequences to other people at home or abroad.
Before the tales of Gibbon
humans swung like gibbons
off to war, way quickly gone
seeking shiny ribbons
Since our Species’ dawn
man pounded chest
with taunt, flexing brawn:
“Who’s the bravest?”
The Elite gets People excited
about foreign machinations
to trust propaganda benighted:
We’re upholding laws of nations!
Though the Elite doesn’t have People’s welfare in mind
it can carry on – as we’re a cowardly kind