Bail-out haiku

caliginous arch
brumous flowering trellis
hazy rich bail-out

Eleanor Roosewelt - and I

I once had a rose named after me and I was very flattered. But I was not pleased to read the description in the catalogue: no good in a bed, but fine up against a wall.
Eleanor Roosevelt

this first lady was - as I - not pretty
but she had guts - she had spunk
so what I will do for my remainder
is - pardon my Frankish language -
I will not give a fiddling fiddlesticks
for what anyone says about my opinion
I shall respect theirs, of course,
but if disagreeing I shall use
elegantly disguised phrases that
not even a currently sitting president
would understand - obsolete words
I shall seek - still learning
until I die - a worthy goal
of an hexagonically challenged hecate.

On the scale

somewhere in the world
somebody is studying me
a grieseous grande dame
some place in the world
someone is scrutinizing
my rumbustious filial fruit
mayhap we are sagacious
pedestrian or subaltern
whatever whomever decides
about anybody else - my advice:
your psyche should be nobody's call
but your own with mansuetude
gentility and jocosity

Orators' crafts

comma comma period dash
commences an old Danish
children's rhyme
dash comma period comma
the art of orators' crafts
deftly combine
comma period dash comma
Aristophanes' colometry
and politicians' designs
period comma dash comma
their mellifluous voices
describe their kinds
comma period comma dash

Commemorating Aristophanes of Byzantium

Ode to odd words : a challenge

A grieseous fubsy mansuetude
embrangles the agrestic olid recrement
exuviating a nitid roborant skirr
and vaticinating the apodeitical abstergent
of fatidical caliginosity villipending the whole mulierbrity
this mansuetude - should not have a compossible periapt
but end like a niddering malison with oppugnant caducity.


Elincalime sent me a link:
http://entertainment.timesonline.co.uk/tol/arts_and_entertainment/books/article4799560.ece
This is a rough translation into a more understandable English.

a grayish squat gentleness
entangles the uncouth foulsmelling waste matter
shedding a bright increasing grating sound
and prophesying the unquestionably true cleansing
of prophetic dimness treating (with contempt) the whole the condition of being a woman
this mildness should not have a coexiting amulet
but end like the cowardly curse with antagonistic perishableness

The troubadour's nemesis

a poet's lot
would weed words
overwhelmingly so
nailing only
a fleeting fervor
or an abiding agony
merely to discern
that the words
bleedingly found
would not matter
to anybody else
but the bard's ego

Decades decay

To-day is a special day
a decade has decayed
a new one stands - dismayed?
I will not fear the gray
but embrace it in every way
as if it were my last say
come whatever may pass.
I won't yearn for the soiree
but look back upon the last
gleaming over the portrays
in rosy colors of bouquets
of experiences - aghast.
The decades of fine ballets
will forever be dossiers
of musical notes and essays.

Enchanted encounter

thinking strongly
of a kindred soul
makes her appear
magically
before me in person
our connection
unbroken
despite
having not spoken
for three years!



To Betty V.

Genes!

I found somebody sleeping on the floor
instead of in their bed
hubby reminded me of me
so the fruitcake is not far from the core

alas, those genes we carry
will forever tarry
in our limbs and minds, what a chore

Concritism

A dear mistake
to make
wake
up
shake
the quake
a deep partake

Forgetful

Renaissance fair - revisited -
rest assured that every year
in outrageous outmoded garb
we trot our weary feet
to savor the flavor
of melodious "oldness".
Yet the antiquity we seek seems
boldly new - the dew on beer mugs
entrenches what we think
we would have been back then
when the truth be told
we would have been enslaved
by our social standing
as kitchen wrenches or
jousters for the earls -
so few back then had any hope
of a glorious shining future,
yet today we met a lot
who thought they were the lot
who played lords - ladies -
lassies and lads for a day
we forgot that we are still
enslaved - but enchanted - to-day.

Blue moon

Full moon palavers
friends' idea of partying
starts a new tradition
where you see them
once every month
and even twice in
a blue moon!

Morning haiku

Streching like a cat
oxygenates my old limbs
nimble flower stem

Pale sorrow

White roses on a white table
surrounded by white walls
newspapers spread widely
a morning's pale sunlit
candescent sorrowful email
of a premature passing -
how beautiful every day is!

Lost in translation

translating my own poetry
takes millions of whirls
in my grey cells -
toiling with my own words
taunts my very being
in my chamber
travails of my vocabulary
teaches my brain
in my cage
imprisoned I have to battle
my own incompetency

Later

A long trip
lack of sleep
ear drums pop
belatedly

Real Words?

words of youth
words floating
swirling drops
of poetry - love - hopes
visual - virtual - unreal
life in our letters - will
always be our world of - love
unreal perhaps - but real in our minds.

My grandsons

Last day in Oz
with grandsons
a saddening moment

oh, see them grow
follow them
in their tracks

it is possible
due to modernity
pics and sounds

to grasp stolen
minutes in their
little days

will never compare
to flesh and blood
alas, I must go!

Nightmare

Red wine induced slumber
created a nightmare
where running around
trying to find somebody
on a golf course did
not yield anything but
getting lost in the woods
never to find the person -
waking up utterly sad!

terribly

blown kiss
drop of bliss
accepted
terribly

Black swan

encroaching one
simple clutch
evolving into
a full fist
striking midnight
wonbat hour
or if you wish
kangaroo moment
of hitting fast
and furious
of the mellow
black swan
not mating
screamin' her
frustration
yet happy in
her choice
what could have
been was not.
The princes
never reach her
only
she was alone
and the choice
was hers - for ever