Once upon a fairy tale

Fairy tales of childhood
carry a light burden
they tell truths about us.

Ever afters of maturity
profess a profound wisdom
they tell tides of turmoil.

Legends of old age
return to telling stories
of "once upon a time".


Inspired by seeing "Into the Woods".

Souls in Space?

Black branes - gauge bosons
space time - 11 dimensions
not just the 4 included in
Einsteins theories -
string theory - mathematically
formulated - but not exact
what do they explain to a poet?
The usual humbling "factoid":
We can never know it all,
so when we die - do our souls
become part of polarization
of the worldsheet's memory?

Again thanks to Leo Abernathy.

Female sadness.

Feminism gone all wrong
Dating "Unhook'd": read:
To help young women succeed!

Competition very strong
between sexes now
women will want to it win!

Give and take what joy of love
the hook'ed yin and yang
sadly but in spirits drowned!



Reading "Unhooked" by Laura Sessions

Sitting with friends

Sitting with friends
all of a sudden
alienation
sitting with friends

chatting with friends
one evening
disaffection
chatting with friends

becoming quiet with friends
presently
secession.
Becoming quiet.

Daffodil Rubicon?

Daffodil: an epigram?
not in my word book!
A dazzling spring floret
hidden in my mind chest
my green Rubicon
of mixed carnal feelings.
Yet each budtime since
the wonderous jonquil
ships me to my crossroads.
Daffiness: the quip on me!

Thursday treasure

Last night was a treasure
you played and sang -
the surprise for me was
that you had mastered
some skill - brand new
that I did not know
you had acquired.
What a grand jewel
to get on a Thursday.

Cultivate righteousness

Cultural differences
cultivate divergent responses
from diverse personalities;
how come some wants
to curb your disparity
while claiming they are right?

Melting Dutch evening

Evening tide
chocolate time
craving
of a special kind
this need stems
from way back when
I was a child
and in our hutch
some wondrous
melting sweet Dutch
dark and tasty
wolfed well down
without a thought
to calories abound.
To this day when
dusk turn to night
my childish craving
returns full might.

Four years ago

Four years and umpteenth lives ago
a war
to keep the wheels going
on an assumed presumption
a war
four years and umpteenth lives ago.

Four years and umpteenth people ago
a war
to preempt a strike
on a nation full of oil
a war
four years and umpteenth people ago.

Four years and umpteenth souls ago
a war
to combat a puppet
put in by yourself
a war
four years and umpteenth souls ago.

Four years and umpteenth spirits ago
a war
struggling soldiers
on perilous ground
a war
four years and umpteenth spirits ago.

Four years and umpteenth zombies ago
a war
myriad civilians dead
harmed forever
a war
four years and umpteenth zombies ago.

Monday score?

Mortality ricochets calmly
in any medical statistics;
it is just that on Monday mornings
moribundity messes up
my weekly outlook.

Meekly posing the pale point:
how do the medical people
deal with the finality of death
without lumbering everyone
into a staggering score?

War song?

Oompapa Oompapa
Oompapa Oom
today was a good day
We drank a keg of rhum

Oompapa Oompapa
Oompapa Oom
Today was a good day
We twisted another's thumb.

Oompapa Oompapa
Oompapa Oom
Today was a good day
We killed another lump.

Oompapa Oompapa
Oomapa OOm
Today was a good day
We launched a dirty bomb.

Oompapa Oompapa
Oompapa OOm
Today was a good day
We had the grand triumph!

Stress and you

Stress provokes auditory loss.
Stress kindles visual impairment.
Stress results in undercurrent harm.
A nutcase ready for the funny farm?
No, a human fogging up a body
with sadness, anger, dismay - toss
it away - your (s)way!

Stewed soup

Life is the hometown
where I am not.
Yet homesick
for the treats
that I once got:
Tastes all abound.

Why do I summon
what I cannot
savor and chew?
Comfort me
with love and prod
my childhood's common.

Is love yonder food
when I cook up
brio and zest?
Daring me
to eat faerie's cup
of maturity stewed.

So my childish dreams
of treats galore
sweets and tang
will drown me
in fool's encore.
Yet the past still gleams.

Love survives?

"How can love survive?"
A theatrical duet.
The music hammers
the inner ear and eye.
2 years after suddenly.
Why?
An elderly balding man
belting the words
Patrick - the kind guy
who believed in
his partner strongly
That's how love complies!

Mindless mindset

Forged in childhood
perceptions of the world
unconsciously or deliberately
of our parental role models
are hard to combat.

Framed in adolescence
comprehensions of the matter
carelessly or calculatingly
of our learned perceptions
are harder to fight.

Flounced in adulthood
conceptions of tolerance
lackadaisically or unscrupulously
of my own obstinate notions
are the hardest to resist.

Pain

Shoulder pain
from somewhere
inactivity pain
from everywhere
psychosomatic pain
from nowhere?

Presidential Forgiveness

Presidential forgiveness
forges premeditated
predatory familiarity.
Perilous footpath
fairly prevalent
in political farces.

Librarian's lament

Overload of info
out on the net
help - what to do?
To limit my quest
to spot the find
precisely
concisely
is an eternal bind.

Always - never

Always look on the positive side of the knife
Macheath, the henchmen from hell
is a symbol of modern world's wit.

Always look of the positive side of the lie
we not ever whispered the words
find more scapegoats who fit.

Always look on the positive side of the strife
we kill each other more in toto
it was never us who started it.

Thanks to Eric Idle and Monty Python

Mutatis Mutandis

Dillettante:
Mutatis Mutandis
for the world I wish
with AL and his truth
showing the cause root
CO2 and greenhouse gasses
dwindling ice cap masses
that US Congress would wake
before it is way too late

The Earth:
Mutant Mensches
mend my dying fences
I cannot breathe
so therefore I seethe
tired - mired in dirt
I do not want to be your Earth.
Find another place
in the greater space!

Ashley

Völva Vigga viciously unwell
seeing to what infinite end
parents can doctor their flesh
under the guise of help
for their growing kin.
Taking the buds of breast
transmogrifies the child
of their own loins
under the screen of balm
for their bursting bairn.
Extracting the she-stuff
revised the being
of their little poor girl
to protect her from
future predatory raptors.
Boosting her androgens
to inhibit the formation
of the exceptional woman
for their fervent surmise:
a unique elfin - finer service.
Völva is trembling in distress
what did the doctors ponder
when operating on the chick,
their sacred hippocratic oath
or their names in med paper?
Vigga the Völva went to Sophia
her highborn sister - wisdom
and asked where will it end?
Uttered softly Sophia wrinkling,
"Vigga, you will have to forgive".

Judge the idosyncrasies?

Judgement
signifies the firm presumption
of superior knowledge.
Slant
gleans the twisted hypothesis
of latent preference.
Bias
presupposes the flawed inclination
of feeble idiosyncrasy.

Exceptional!

Exceptional children
you call the handicapped
I am one of those.

Peculiar children
you name the unfortunates
There are many of us.

Abnormal children
you label the commoners
We are all humans.

Fight

The same old fight
fighting with fists
not
fighting with wit
but
better is fighting
with wit
than with fists.
Wit is the wherewithal
of every fight.

Miasma

Retroviruses
a gallery
of greedy
RNAs
getting into
DNAs and
trouncing
the good genes.

Lentivirus -
slowpoke of
retroviri
is dormant
until it decides
to divest
its domain
and have a ball.

Thanks to
Elencalime!

Opera shortstop

Heroine howls
to be heard.
Hero hawks
his repartee
full of hauteur.

Hero hoots
his hankering
too tardy.
Heroine hums
her harmony.

On seeing the Met's Live Perfomance
of Eugene Onegin by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky

Stark reminder

Death endears
- assured of -
unconsciousness
evermore.....

Physical/psycho puff

Physical pain
heart's heave
spurts shock
releases reality
psycho-secrets
stoop stops
canned cavities
open obstreperously
still sojourn
painful paroxysm.