Poetry readings

A friend of mine asked me to come
to a poetry reading - I did.
Now I know why I avoid these things
like the plaque
I could not always hear
what was said.
Maybe it is me.
Poetry is a solitary act
unless slamming it out
(in which case it is meant to be
part of a whole in an open setting).
One student with dreadlocks
and baggy pants I asked
what he did in his spare time
and he said writing rap songs
I told him - I am a poet too
he looked at me -
a new concept that his rap
is poetry - just of a different kind
so whether you are a rapper
or a lyricist
or just a house word smith
we are all poets
and our readings may bring
the reader what she needs or not
it makes no difference
but to the writer of these words
it is karma or therapy
no money - in solitude.

More on politics

If a senator without reason
can block a nomination
not being obstructed anyhow
by the committee members
and actually is recommended
why should the public not know?
Obfuscation and party loyalty
on the damned Capitol Hill
seems scarier than I thought
Alas, all politicians can be bought!

Wall on Federal Hill

Wall Street bankers' greed
with the Federal Reserve
common man is nil.

My olfactometer run over by pinesol

Odors of strange kinds
bothers my sense of smell
overly to the extreme sensitive
to overpowering perfumes
or other icky scents.

Yesternight gagging
due to hubby's cleaning
- his use of pinesol -
threw me off and still today
I can barely breathe, yet -
because of this season
(allergies are the reason)
windows will be closed
to me and by me.

Therefore I postulate:
my human olfactometer
would be better than
the electronic nose
used as a gadget for
measuring the odorific* market
telling at least
manufacturing mega corps
that they have to clean up
their emanation act
and stop that "so-called
clean house" stench.

Clearing companies
to coin a new act
should be me and my nose
sniffing out the trails
of strong putrid
public and private scents
because smelling a rat
makes me sniff and puke!


(With the excuse to all the natural rats
doing what rats do)

*odorific: new word: signifying
a terrifying or a terrible or a terrific odor
depending on the eyes of the speaker or beholder!

Modern classical

My youngest, the clarinet player,
sang with his instrument last night
making stunningly modern music
most of it sounded great
and of course pride in my progeny
welled in my "motherly" brain
observing that I never knew
Hindemith sounded so classical
almost like Mozart -
a valuable teaching from a child
to an old one -
yes we can still evolve -
and do it every day.
Thanks for that lesson in music!

Unity

Unity in Juan Gris'
"Violin and Playing Cards
on a Table" is lacking
my student postulated
alas, I do not agree
but how to get her to see
that the violin he created
split an atom whacking
that is an avant-garde's
view of still life's unity.

p-words

As an account holder
you have to have a
password
another for your bank
account
oh
the tax man wants
you to sign in
electronically
more than one email?
never use just one
word
badies can get hold of
it/them
try remembering just
half of the words
and all of your accounts
I sometimes cannot
even remember
who I am?
but
yous39012344567tink!

Wrinkles

Botoxing wrinkles
would be great
if it were not
for one feature
poison into my body
does not entice
after all my wrinkles
are me -
more than anything
having had them
since the age of 15.
They have grown
with me, got one for
each time I fell in love
each child gave me plenty
and the death of parents
yielded more -
fights - sadness - joys
grand kids add a few extra
proud of my wrinkles
I am not but
they tell my story
as well as anything.

White page

White page
either paper or screen
starring humorlessly
at my tired eyes
demanding nothing
but attention
hey girly -
why don't you scribble
something worthless

you do that
all the time so
why not today, hey?

heart problems
of any kind do I care
I am white - bland -
anonymously ?
search for an adjective
finding none appropriate
the moment has passed
hey - lady
who calls yerself a
poetess - how flighty
the terms seem to erase
scrape - scatter
the letters over
the rainbow-lined sky

you are nothing but
some measly letters
put together in randomized
so called order
nothing that a monkey
would not eventually
come up with!

Ap(bc)elady - collect yours
and zoom off to
the land of no return
where you can say
all the words you want
but they have no
meanings whatsoever

return to the white page
and start all over
every time you feel like it
it ain't gonna be better
than last -
except for you.

me - I care not -
I just am....

Thi's timagain

Hurrah Hurrah
it's spring again
with that comes
sniffle snuffle
of the noses
not like a truffle
but of roses
in bloom
yet only to my doom
in April, May, June
hell breaks lose
a nose is like a pasha
my hope - alas - in vain
that once it will stop...
alas, not until I drop.

A hare's hop

First fine fit
flimmering flit
fairy, Harry
hail, not tarry
stop and wop
sing a string
over the rainbow
fling fling fling
where in the world
will Willy Nilly go
with a hop and a drop
and a red nose toe
up and down and
all the ground
will be a wee
bit sound bound
the hare whose hair
is floating on air
will grin and bear
willy nilly hare
goes a long way
to hear the thunder wonder
and flings his ears
for years and years
away with the tears
dropping from his eyes
he dries them and
so do I.

(Crazy poem a la Seuss)

Childhood friend

We grew up
you and I
next door
you were blond
I was darker
you followed
I led
or I followed
you led
so totally
different in
temperament
different in
styles
different in
tastes of
men
of choices
yet
through the years
you are my
chosen sister
because
you are the one
to whom I turn
when I want
to put over me
a well-worn
and much loved
security blanket
because you
never once
judged me!
A truer friend
there never was!

(To Hanne on her... ahem ..60st)

Telltale time

Terrestian terrors
of magnifying magnitudes
seem far off the horizon
when you live within
four walls of family visit
and the only people
who matters are of your blood
of your genes of you
One easily recognizes
the sameness of situations
familiar to every human being
living their part of the chain
nothing new - yey
all is altered because
the train keeps plodding
along so whatever little twist
changes from one time to the next
within itsself -
the reaction of years
differ - had I known
what I now possess of wisdom
then I would maybe have done
the deed differently -
this is futile speculative
idiocy of idosyncrasies
one can never go back
and rectify - and even if I could
the outcome may have been
differently diverse
or not....
Never go for the devlish
solution to wishful thinking
- only a foolish female
of romantic notion would still
want in her wildest dreams
but...
luckily little did she know
hallowed hello from her
utterly crazy girlish guilttrip.
lay off lady- get real
beckocning beat of a wayward
wind of the hell of a heart

Aussie lessons?

Kids running all over
wild little Aussie children
healthy and sound
not really caring about
whether the world's catastrophes
the politics, the sports,
only about their immediate surroundings
their parents, their toys,
their house, their cat,
nothing else matters,
on occasions their extended
family members -
Maybe we should all care
more about the people
close to us instead of
the politics of whatever
the bigger picture
creating fractals of our
own little neighbourhoods?

Genes R us

Genes are strong
much more potent
than I thought
they will now determine
my life forever
whether I fight it or not
I can no longer deny
that my father's heritage
live well within me
the bloody heart!

Little feet

Near the water
in and out of the blue
grandsons playing
on the beach
building sandcastles
destroyed by little feet
walking along the bay
soothing waves surrounded
the little family
on a holiday away from home
enjoyed the setting
and for sure the people
sound of the little feet
waking me up every morning.
You forget that sound
and now I hear it again.