Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
From their luxurious dreamboats
‘calm!’ commands they’re unheeding
elites scramble for the lifeboats
trampling us while stampeding
The elites perform by stealth
elsewhere they’ll disembark
with their self-entitled wealth
as per ‘me first’ hallmark
Those cold-hearted ‘point one percent’ flee first
for solidarity they have no thirst
Fruitless try mess with life’s mystery
humans like trees must shed their ‘leaves’
thus we’re are already history
For now rarely freed from life’s peeves
Although fruitful trying live with compassion
which gives Life meaning, be it out of fashion
On early mornings hares small brownish
and turn-on-dime squirrels forage
seen bolting out from bushes clownish
seeking replenish their storage
While with each pedal stroke
I’ve been spared from: Silliness
blared presumption of ‘woke’
as well PC frilliness
One passing rider even got so elated
that she ventured a ‘Good Morning!’: How outdated!
Planet now gasps polluted
choked by foul breathing fossil fuel
Cannot be restituted
so who are we trying to fool?
If unshackling from what we’re doing
still leaves Earth drained, parched & heated
there cannot be any undoing
how our children have been cheated!
Even if we’d no longer deplete
and agreed upon zero growth
can we put an end to our conceit
& break away from under sloth?
Maybe try out frugality
which does have a winsome knack
instead of the banality
letting shopping have our back?
Better live forgoing
than perish elbowing
Must not spout in staccato
if we truly converse
but to flow like calypso
never try to coerce
Has ‘dialog’ by now gotten so corrupted
that we just compete to speak uninterrupted?
How come that I never tire
pedaling up such steepish hills?
Cause I get to blow off ire
while experiencing these thrills:
A calm mind blessed autonomous
Spared just tagging along sleepishly
on a life’s path synonymous
with over-consuming sheepishly
As well, be it fleetingly, spared the noises
of exigent contrived marketing voices
Sloth congeals the erstwhile heart tender
when mired in petty transactions
misses out on Life’s wondrous splendor
dissipates in dumb distractions
So dare go for that fling
pull hard the bow’s string
decline that gadget thing
avoid the Right Wing
Don’t thoughtlessly conform
or recklessly barnstorm!
I do my best thinking
although won’t be medaling
mostly rinky-dinking
But still by a next pedal stroke
I may find myself in vogue
by having finally turned woke
tired out from being such rogue
And we can’t all have a proclivity
for theories of relativity …
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“It came to me while riding my bicycle”, said Albert Einstein about his Theory of Relativity
Hey, as you’ve noticed, kids
due to your grownups’ misuse
the world is on the skids
Harsh, but what’s your own excuse?
Ponder the wider scope
beyond merely trope
perhaps you can still cope
be it on tightrope:
Ahead lie hard balancing acts
so don’t delay learning the facts!
Earthly life is to suffer
impervious to spin
so we have to act tougher
not merely bear & grin
As keeping on wailing
of ‘leaders’ brutal
clearly unavailing
a routine futile
Unless we deal with this raw deal
our life shall remain an ordeal