Radiators - What?

Decisions about a new radiator
in a another language
is for the layman a challenge
on top of knowing zilch
about such gadgets.
Yes, I have searched both
internet and consumers advice,
but, honestly, still it is a blur.
I can only be thankful
that I have an expert "in situ"
so to speak - not further away
than a little click - .
So eventually we shall know
whether I made a seemingly
right decision - following
the local electrician's advice.
Random radiator thoughts.

Melon haiku

mellowing melon
juicy orangy moisture
delectable joy

Tempting Templates

Every time I open this blog
I get a message : New Colors
new form - new you?
Never mind the content!

Would I rather show in blue
polkadotted background
a smiling dancing frog
I do not give my consent

My blog may be boring
in outlook and such
my poems are the meat
this is my daily lament!

Languedoc Brotherhood of Wine

Medieval brotherhoods
(with sisters in between)
sanctioned by the church
for the good of the wine
Bacchus even mentioned
from the Catholic pulpit.
The ancient Dionysian rites
to the wine-tasting of now
urge to drink it
(albeit in moderation)
ever so often to imbibe
(just do not drive).
Paganism invested in believers
a conviction of un-principles
mixed with cheer joy
a return to the wedding at Cana
a celebration of every day
as if it were your last
in an absolute mixture of
costumes and vivid colors.
From old to newly created fellowships
with only one common goal:
Ye drink the noble wine
of the grapes of Languedoc,
once mediocre and common
(filling the everyday need
for at least two centuries)
now becoming a new old classic
and branding them smartly
with trickling your palates.
The smells of the garrigues'
lavender, poppies and rosemary
compete on the world's stage.
Such a vision of wisdom
was given to-day in an aura
of solidarity for the content
of your well-being combined
with the marketing and viva voce
of unique feeling of sense.
When a good wine enters
first the smell, the taste,
the fine texture of the aroma
filling the nostrils and mouth
until finally gently elegantly
disappears down the throat
leaving a response of awe.
Such is the true kinetic kinship
in colors of white, red, and rose.

Arch melody

An arch from the 14th century
shorter than it used to be
any road leads to eternity,
from the ancient stones
to more recent bones
from Greece to powerful Rome
where does this artifact fit
into my itinerant life's jig
the clocks of Cazouls tick
every heartbeat echoes
the rocks metamorphose
our fates an instant transpose.

Wind on toes

Wind makes the curtain
whistle slowly -
its movements reflects
shadowy on my toes
its air brings cool
breeze to my being
energizing the lazy self
one more time.
My feet taps to its rhythm.

Enigmatic Adalais

Enigmatic Adalais
Why did you donate
your castle to the church?
Didn't you have
anybody else to give this property to?
Your son died
and were you a secret bonne femme
who thought - her whole village
would suffer the same consequences
as the inhabitants of Beziers?
Did you not have a nephew?
An uncle to whom you could have given
your little castle, inherited from
your husband who died on the
road to Jerusalem seeking
holy blessings with his king
his royal highness of France?
Was it a ballance act -
to throw sand in the eyes of the inquisition?

No castle is left but a small chamber
what secret did it hold?
Or did you believe that the church was good?

Was it to prevent a power play
from happening in our gentle town?
What motives did you have?
Did you think that if you gave
the rich church your wealth
you and your loved ones would go to heaven?

Questions comes faster than ever?
Adalais de Cazouls - daughter of Sauvian
I shall try to find you in your deeds
it may take me a long time -
you have me captured.

Donjon dormant

Casouls a un donjon
epoustouflant et rond
mes speculations opportunes
tout pres d'Enserune!
Un sarcophage captif
une ecole pour les hardis
une cachette des Cathars
une caserne par hasard
un entrepot des foins
ou un vestige romain?
Une chambre qui fait rever
et pour moi j'aurais aimer
y danser et m'amuser
avec des fantomes d'antan
Pierrette a son Harlequin.

A ghost story

Somebody sent a ghost story
on the coast of Maine
but I have an equal one
from the region of Languedoc
I know there have been people
living - in the place we now own
they have had all the feelings
of a lifetime of 2000 years
there have been nuns, but before that
the castle people enjoyed cooking
and when I cook I feel as
if somebody peeks over my shoulder
approuving if I try hard
to make autherntic French food
and in between the nuns and me
several hundred years worth of souls
float before my eyes...
and the amount of food eaten in
this tiny place has been tremendous
so ghosts or not I am just part of them.

Long distance 2-year birthday

In far away Aussie
my redhead grandson
to-day is two
an important day
in anyone's life
he has been out
doing what he likes
he doesn't know
his farmor follows
him in his thoughts
good wishes follow
him from around
the globe and reaches
him, albeit a little late
cause telepathy might
not be as fast as Skype
but just maybe it is
sending you hugs
kisses and sweetiepies.

Twingofife!

Twingo twingo running bright
on the road to somewhere right
you are just a great machine
running down the lavine
up and down where I chose - you go
round and about - I know
that you are truly my car
because we travel near and far
to what end we both will come
you will twinkle like a star
in all red colors - in the great bazar
you are such a cute little chum
whereas I will end up in the grave
you will shine and recycled pave
away for another kind of life
forever you shall play as a fife.

Le vin parfait

Once in a blue moon
one will taste a wine
of a certain kind
which bouquet
will haunt your buds
not often - just
this rare occasion
where the blend
of the grapes
will scent your palate
and send you off
to a secret paradise
of friendship or
just companionship
to-night that rich
round earthly bloom
of an touching pat
swirled itsself down
the throat of you
and you sensed it.

Oven dreams

I cook something - a dream
a mix that I have made
it will never be the same
because that's not my game
a foodie's mascerade -
just filled with cream.

Musings of a sorry kind

Sitting in my little room
far away from everybody
I have to -
to get my writing going
but it ain't going anywhere
cause each day is new
with new joys/sadnesses/
persons/animals/
views/introsppections/
so discipline has to be found
if not today
maybe tomorrow
although...
bad excuses/sad idiocies/
maybe after lunch
in siesta hour,
the I shall attempt to..

Summer days - no ending

lazy summer - shot
anyhting done - not
wild vines - green
footsteps - seen
cleaning - nil
writing - quill
of the daze - out
get moving - about
continued - not
because it's too hot

Shoulds-woulds-coulds?!

Shoulds coulds woulds
all words tempting the
my bad conscience
I should clean, for instance,
I really do not feel like it.
I could go for a walk,
more likely.
I would like for somebody
to turn up on my doorstep
with a genie and then finish
whatever I was struggling with,
not going to happen either!
So shoulds woulds coulds
go away for now today
and let me live in peace
but tomorrow you may turn
up again for all I care,
although you are coming
nagging me in the night.
My coulds, woulds and shoulds
be with me anyway now
you always will until
the end of my days!

A sneeze

Sneezing in he road
it could have been me
but instead it is somebody else
whose nose talks in spurts
achoo - achooo
- achoo

A sneeze is something
strange- you cannot hide
it has to come out - somehow
somewhere in a house in a street
bless you we say
but

what does it really mean?
thank goodness it is not me
making that awful noise bothering
everybody - anybody - anywhere
me be blessed
not