eric sundin

‘Smartphonies’ engage at a flicker
on their ubiquitous gadgets
spouting latest cool banter quicker
regressed in abysmal habits

Hail, Time Gobbling Vulture
of the texting kind!
In virtual culture
why exert one’s mind?

Mindless grazing, gazing
in screens’ greenish sheen
inviting, debasing
shackled to routine

‘Smartphonies’ slavishly lock eyes
with Siren Screens seductive
enticing, devious device:
Crisp, collusive, corruptive

Their attention scatters feathery
while enfeebling human memory

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-Sirens = (Greek mythology) Sirens were beautiful creatures, who lured sailors with their enchanting music and sweet voices to shipwreck on the rocky coast of their island
-‘smartphonies’ = those who traded their pacifier (a gateway ‘drug’) for a smart phone

edited 12/18/24 0930

Why do conversations unravel
and veer off in periphery?
After that someone springs a ‘cavil’
it’s downhill, and not gingerly

Scattered in off-subject traveling
swimmingly darts the ‘red herring’
In all directions unraveling
of logic, reason despairing

The cavalierly cavil
far from the Holy Grail
rather ‘diversion devil’
seldom been seen to fail

Leaves us to hear the verbiage chase
yet one more ‘facts jumps the tracks’ case

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-cavil = petty or unnecessary objections
-red herring = something intended to divert attention from the actual matter at hand

edited 10/11/2026 0805

When replacing what’s factually known
with what’s been unbeknownst Fantasy
ain’t it Reality we thus disown
fawningly falling for Fallacy?

In earthly strife of opaque spec
we’re escaping on each day
our noses in gadgets high tech:
Tap keyboard ballet, ole!

While on screen devices we’ve binged
Human Life keeps getting unhinged

edited 03/13/25 1805

In anchor ring

Edit March 20th, 2014 | Categories: celebrating beauty, environment, neighborhood, short & sweet

Boats huddle awaiting Spring
clattering masts stretch bared
In toroidal anchor ring
crisp frozen starkness dared

Among shades of wet & gray
by waves’ relentless raid
Shivering boats crisply sway
in eerie light arrayed

Grand mountains blurred beyond masts
in bleak wistful distance
Awaiting Spring’s balmy blasts
in thawed warmed existence

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toroidal = doughnut shaped

edited 10/18/23 0640

My poor heart’s own share of weltschmerz
abates by writing each day
While measured still in kilohertz
keeps disquietude at bay

as well when on bike rides
or admiring a flower
then restlessness subsides
dims futility’s glower

Absorbed in a calm pursuit
in and of its own end
whether in itself minute
ain’t that when we transcend?

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-weltschmerz = sadness over the evils of the world, especially as ‘romantic pessimism’

edited 02/11/23 0915

Outlook darkly fossiliferous
of restraint we’re belligerent
In our pursuits carboniferous
of the future indifferent

No mere hubristic vanity
this despairing dissonance
but ’round the bend’ insanity
from which no deliverance!

While Icarus just didn’t watch the wax
we’re giving our whole species the axe

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Icarus = the classical hubris poster boy

edited 06/08/22 0645

Give your proud legs the chance
to warm, to limber
then set out, watch them prance
in cadenced timbre

Pure pedal powering
in strongest mettle
like petals flowering
in finest fettle

Below blossoms gliding
tires spinning, scouring
boundless bounty riding
while miles devouring

Dancing away on the pedals
in purest joy mystical
beyond mere racing for medals
Living movement lyrical!

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cadence = the measure of rhythmical motion; cycling: the number of revolutions of the crank per minute

edited 06/25/23 0945

We’re wilting in complacency’s shades
lost in gutless conformity
On frequent refrigerator raids
indulgent of deformity

Lassitude has kept us callow
from solidarity strayed
Each morning’s fresh hue turns sallow
by torrid crassitude swayed

We’ll be found too light when weighed
our erstwhile souls debased
Surely this whole jam self-made
with gone sour aftertaste?

edited 01/16/23 1635

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

edited 09/06/23 1445

Here’s a story that rocks
for persons with feet
who are wearing out socks
Here details replete:

Involves a old married couple
their romance erstwhile torrid
Neither bodies or minds supple
shuffling in socks un-florid

Socks not blown off any longer
but no surprise still worn through
spotted, when peeled off to launder
without alarm or ado

Her socks wear first at the toe
without an exception
while his heels the first to go
By clearest perception:

Sock sorting thus infallible
merely check where’s found the hole
The couple’s union affable
in perfect sorting control

edited 04/03/24 0640