Listen to the dryer

Churning dryer
means the wash
has been done

Churning mind
means the thought
has been minded

Churning washer
means the idea
has been gone

for a long
- long time

Turning the tuner
means the music
has been changed

Turning the music
means the time
has passed

Turning the time
means the past
has been d/gone

for a long
- long time

An oldiess choice

Sleepless nights
awakening at 12 am
3 am - 2 am
estrogen deprived
however - when
an oldiess awakes
and her mate is
snoring next to her
two choices appear
she can have sex
or go to sleep on
a sofa, a bed,
anywhere else away
from the snoring.
Not all the time
she will be ready
for sex but
it sure beats
a loudly snoring
mate!

The Vølva ressurrected

Vigga the Vølva who was
the one there never was
only in the poetess
imaginary world
but she lived for her creator
who could not let her go
she became real
a embalming friend
ending up controlling
her diminutive mindset
with different kinds
of loaded or unloaded adjectives.
So she did not
walk off into the sunset
but is still roaming the earth
to observe the foolish
lovable hatred of mankind
for what purpose we create
wars and murder and mayhem
boiling down to only
lack of understanding and
education with a unhealthy
pure egotism built in.

No worries she will be back
with a volvatic vengeance!

Twilight memories

Twilight on a November afternoon
shows me the memory of youth
was it when I said goodbye
to you the first time or the last
that doomed silvery reddish sky
before you left for home
I truly felt - never again
and yet now I wish for years
that I never had
or will have
futility and yet fertility
in the poet's mind
because out of chaos
comes a blip and out of
a pop ... a chimera...
a vision of long forgotten
very hot desires -
a passionate embrace
if only in the deepest dark

Twilight when I was young...

Skype haiku

Tonight I shall see
my grandkids on Skype and we
shall talk the no talk

hardboiled eggs

Hard boiled eggs
ham and jam
is the breakfast
I don't need
I just eat
a 'nana and yogurt
but truly sometimes
I wish I could savor
ham and eggs
and all the jolly fat
instead of relishing
my meager meal
yet I should not pout
but sing joyously
cause I get food
when others don't
therefore
hardboiled eggs
and ham and jam
you are fluff
and that is all

Running virus

Runny nose rules me
Runnymede rules alas
murder mayhem rules the world
scarred and sacred is the population
of viruses yet they proliferate
in me they battle
outside the poetess they fight
who will win?
the virus or the human?
The nature of the vira
grows virulently
in all directions
it could be a band, it could be a commune,
it could be dance or a protein,
what a virus is not
is a peaceful endeavour...
Runnymede's Magna Carta
written in blood of generations past
my virus today fights my body
running away - running amok
running - running - runn...