Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Items now in vogue
on screens gleaming
may just turn out rogue
scamming, scheming
But surely we have a choice
faced with a claim hollow
to trust our own quiet voice
not just blink & swallow?
First checking proven facts had once merit
while now vendor’s own sales pitch we parrot!
When a car drives by
‘Diminutive Doggie’
gives instant chase. Why?
Due to thinking foggy
Feels compelled to chase
she runs off & away
with more grit than grace
looks not much like ballet
While chases with plenty pluck
stirring up dusty buzz
still hasn’t caught a car or truck
And if she ever does:
here we pose a stupendous stumper
would she lick or bite the rear bumper?
Amidst proficiency flagging
easy slide in to anxiety
that shall blindly keep on nagging
in profligacy & piety
But able to write
albeit found as trite
blessed daily rite
Don’t worry won’t recite
while I’ve no urge to abscond
to write righteous rhymes Beyond
Armored in dressed-for-success clothes
limbering our lashing tongue
cleansed out our bargain-sniffing nose:
Ready reach for the next rung!
Sharpened our elbows
we’re ready to impose
if need be bulldoze
in order to foreclose
Brashly we sally, again, out the door
never mind still clueless of what’s the score
I regularly pedal up a steep, narrow, winding, two-way, two-lane road occasionally ‘causing’ drivers to wait due to oncoming traffic before passing me. Judging from some cars ‘riding my rear fender’ & the rare occasional driver’s remark or gesture perhaps I’m viewed by some drivers as an annoying traffic impediment? Others may perhaps be capable of ‘feeling my pain’ (here in aging legs & lungs), while by most ignored? So goes our human experience at large.
One irate driver yelling
“You’re obstructing traffic!”
on mission Cyclist Quelling
then adds gesture graphic
While another in civil quirk
rather cheers my modest pace
by affably calling “Good work!”
with welcomed patience & grace
Thus the human clash goes
between those empathetic
and those in restless throes
sounding off homiletic
Of course up to anyone exposed
to try act safely & stay composed
“To really understand something is to be liberated from it. Humanity’s greatest ally is the self-educated individual, who has read, understood, delays their gratification, and walks around with their eyes wide open.” ― Ross Ashcroft, Renegade Inc
It got out of hand
got us captivated
if we’d understand
we’d be liberated
But such a detachment (by other word)
can’t happen while we stampede in the herd
‘Leaders’ now talk about the Covid-19 struggle as ‘war’. If so – a long overdue change from the gruesome practice throughout history of sending the very young out to fight & die. Fairer now when the old folks at home become the casualties. Still what remains the outrage is how ‘essential’ workers (many poorly paid with few benefits & poorly protected) are sent out to work & die.
In most wars the young
were sent out to perish
most often unsung
or cheered with praise garish
The old folks at home jingoistic
of soldiers horrors euphemistic
Now in the Covid ‘war’
with its surreptitious gore
Lady Justice keeps score
shredding such mythical lore
Now the young live for another day
while the old folks keep dying away
As we blew the chance of controlling
the Virus from gaining traction
When copped out on masking, patrolling
Mother Earth took cogent action:
She let the Virus do for its survival
what Humans ought to have done for its own
Failing to learn from our Species revival
we’re left pretending: ‘How could we have known’?
Yet again the Price of Neglect rarely
gets imposed timely but always fairly
If we hide in a comfy niche
we’ll fade attenuated
risking wake up wet in a ditch
pretty humiliated
While mired in same old rut
domesticated
tempting to staying put
stuck obligated
So why grin in stale attire?
Let’s dress to our heart’s desire!
True change is implacable
trade-offs it shall extract
often proves intractable
with long lasting impact
So leap gallantly, gladly
or we’ll forgo Life badly!
Eager to get back to normality
where venality had turned banality
where normality was feudality
the by The Elite imposed modality?
We must refuse to rebuild a society
of such inequality & anxiety!