On days sloshing way below the brim
am mired in torpid emptiness
Just hobbling along aging’s path dim
cobbled with paltry pettiness
Then scope blows in by writing verse:
Found humor in what had seemed curse!
edited 02/14/22 1725
With my rhyming goof
I don’t hold any sway
Just ever more proof
of having zilch to say
Suspect I’m but a fool
probably prideful
Had hoped witty or cool
even insightful
Lies not here the opportunity
of picking a path harmonic
to great relief of community
and turn ever more laconic?
edited 04/18/22 0740
On noticing a herd of cows grazing on the edge of a shallow lake:
A herd of brown cows grazing
on grass by the water
short-cut future they’re facing
for goodness sake: Slaughter!
In the now’ heroically
as they’re living on the edge
Noses to ground stoically
while astutely skirting sedge
Let’s be courageous in the now
having a field day like a cow!
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-cow-ardly = here: the ways of cows, incl their courage & rectitude, which prominently lacking in the humans who exploit them.
-sedge = a hard-to-chew grass that cattle avoid
edited 03/29/22 1250
He’s dreaming of her green eyes
the ways she’s lovable
in sobriety’s kind highs:
Alluring, huggable
She’s the vivacious bouquet
that bounces his heart’s ballet
edited 01/28/22 1300
When in 2016 my spouse tried to get me to adopt a smart phone I told her that I already had a pacifier as a baby, that I hoped to live out my last year(s) head held high – not with my nose stuck on a tiny screen, and it’s ring being my command.
Turning me a smartphone
run-of-the-mill clone
good grief, I moan & groan
What’s next? A small drone?
Hyping of cyber connection
how’s that an act of affection?
edited 02/12/22 0830
With their careers at stake
our ‘leaders’ lie & fake
Feeling all entitled
why would they concede?
The elite unbridled
in atrocious deed
They’re hawking ‘give & take’
means ‘they take, we give’
Gladly devour our cake
grimly combative
When faced with our demands
they wave, smile & shake hands
edited 03/05/23 0840
För några år sen prövade vi sätta potatis på vår svenska gård:
Efter att planterat potatis
(förstås ett angenämt bestyr)
fattar jag inget kommer gratis
ej utan valkiga blessyr
Vad som springer från varje grodd
har vi stadsbor uppfattning?
Men att av naturen berodd
har jag nu viss uppskattning!
Så fylles djupt den stundliga tidsramen
med glädje å frid för själ å lekamen
edited 05/18/22 0825
En främling i naturen
bortvillad i skogen
Hans längtan helst framburen
till ljusen på krogen
Så låt det Vilda leva i frid
Stadsbon har ej hjärta eller tid!
edited 02/27/25 0750
Did I at Poetdunk learn verse?
At no university
but since child enjoyed verses terse
which Mom found perversity
Am, it seems, an autodidact
lost in our culture’s group think
Who knows, perhaps to counteract
consumer culture’s hoodwink?
Hence never enrolled in class
just tapping my inner sass
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-Podunk = any small and insignificant town
-Poetdunk U = (taking license) any liberal arts college in such town
edited 10/25/23 0735
Kunde jag blott fått ändå
bo kvar i mitt Livs Höst
hade gärna fått pågå
skulle varit sån tröst!
Blev rynklig nu som korinter
en maskros bland hyacinter:
Insnöad i Livets Vinter
nu hjälper inga finter
Jag dillar, irrar å slinter
i ålderns labyrinter
Men enär som ung jag var redan svagt insatt
märks ingen större skillnad nu i hur tafatt
edited 06/21/24 0850
