Al a Da Li

Portraying surre a listic ten den cies
an d ero ti que grot es ques
a la DA li
requires more than automatic writings
it de mands perfection
ala daLI
but in Figueres in Cat a lo NIA
you c an fi nd j u s t t h a t
a LA d ali
Where the pai ntbr u sh met the can vas
whe re the mas t er' s struck
AL ada LI
Min atur es - m An o FL amanc Ha
lots of p ORT raits of g aLa
a lada li
O nly d Eat hsto pp ed the pha ntas mic
moto risa tions oFh is wiiiiinnnnngggsss
alaDalI

A mouse

In my little French house
lives a little French mouse
it eats my cheese and bread
but when I leave it dreads
that it cannot be fed
and it turns into a grouse
growing thinner and thinner
it pines and it screams
it is absolutely no winner
then when I return to Cazouls
it grows bold and demands
that I satisfy its cravings
with sausages and moules
it holds so thight the food
with its little hungry hands
that I to my face saving
gives it everything it needs
then the mouse and I are at peace.

(beginning a poem a la dr. Seuss

Cazouls

Cazouls dans la pluie
entre deux nuages
l'hiver a Noël
mais la chaleur interne
dans mon corps
brûle comme un jour d'été

Sad Christmas story

A man at the next table
Christmas day sunny
he commanded another glass
of white wine - then
he struggled to get up
talked in a beautiful language
yet - stone drunk
fell down struggled to get up
sad and lonely -
got slightly abusive
with the owner- who promptly
removed the man's mobile
- he calmed down - drank a little
and paid up - never saw if
he got his phone back
- a sad Christmas story
from a small town somewhere

Copenhagen

My beauty of a city
a battle cavorting
too much cauterisation
of our civilization
much less concern
for all the world's countries
a too grand compromise
the democratic chattering
for our deliberating climate
where was Churchill
with his demands of cooperation
in view of the greatest calamity
we all lost in Copenhagen

Reality check

would I be going far back
when the building of the pyramids
took place
would I be forwarding to a
distant future on a faraway planet
would I be there in the renaissance
with Leonardo and the biggies
or would I be part of Mozart's entourage
singing my head of in the Magic Flute
would I be a Celtic wise woman
or a Nordic ditto
would I be a slave on a ship
going from Africa to the States
would I be an English proper
lady married off to an Australian
would I be jet-setting with the
Fitzgeralds on the Rivera
none has my fate - no one will
anybody would not be - nobody - me
somebody could say she was
me - and that someone is I

Sleep school

In far away Aussie
they have sleep school
for newborns and their parents
how come that oldies
like me who is awake at 2:58 am
cannot go to sleep school?
It is inconceivable
that it can be that difficult
to go to sleep and stay asleep
Granted with the lack of
a certain droplet in the system
I cannot go to Morpheus' realm
Oh to be a baby again
and snooze long hours
Oh to be a teenager again
and doze off in never never land
I wish I could
I wish I would
Toot - toot - toot

Steve

Far away in France
So near in my mind -
a human light went out,
an accomplice in life -
a friendly, complicated
soul of flamboyant bent
with an old school tie
sense of humour and
wicked ways,
but underneath the finish
an unpolished direct
heart of humanity
accepting not his final lot
still fought recklessly
for a fairly long time.
Far away in France
close to home -
Ave Cesar - morituri
te salutant.

ISFP!?

Introvert
looking for reasons
within myself
going the extra mile
to see why
Sensor
earth mother I am not
but having two feet
on the ground
a tad too much
Feeler
of respect to others
knowing almost what
they will say before
they say it
Perceiver
flipping more sides
of the coins
to make a sensible
decision for all
And this will
make the portrait
of an artist????
Where are the dares
in all this?
Where are the unfits
to the mold?
Where are the crazies
in the yield?
Where are the zealots
in the world?


(Inspired by the poetess taking
a personality test)

More mindless morning

I found the missing boots
they were behind in the closet
where they belonged
I need sense or I posit
that my hubby and I
could not find the waders
tearing - looking
all over for the evaders
where will it all lead
to the grave we heed
I cry and laugh - so minute
this scheme of nil - en route
Walk the dog - clear the mind
smile - you are one of a kind
on the mindless morning where I found the boots
maybe it was the elf in cahoots
with the house to teach me a lesson
end of this crazy - story - session!

Mindless

Lost - clueless
which I bought
and have searched
ever-which-where
for a month
but the item
is gone - not there
nor here
so I have to
rebuy the boots
because winter sets
in with cold and frost
my old toes need
the warmth - yet
I am out in the cold
cannot find them
at all, I am sure
I hid them - so
my mind has begun
to go - alas
I am mindless!