Der Wanderer bin ich nicht

Ich gehe auf die Erde
ein wenig wie alle andere
leise und stille
ohne Macht zu suchen.

Ich freue mich uber
meine Kinder und Enkelkinder
dass sie uberall sind -
sie gesund und lebhaft tanzten

Ich bin eine Wanderin -
aber weiss noch immer
das Gluck ist ja - hier
wo ich bin, nicht da drüben.

(In an answer to "Der Wanderer" )

Around the world...

In our little village house
quietly on the first floor
or
second one to some people
I just Skyped my beloved
of
so many years in the States
and asked him to call our son
on
the dot on the other side
of the antipodes- in Australia
via
Skype to then call me here
in the little town of Languedoc
shock
my father would have been in awe
of this technical evolution
an
amazingly fantastical spree
of human endeavour and wit
it
is a grand leap of ballet
alas our son is not available
cable
from my hubby in form of a text
I now can go happily to bed.

(Thanks to POUL)

For the Danes

What is it having a nationality?
Is it a language?
Is it a culture?
Is it having a country somewhere?

Yes to all those and more,
you see, the Danes have a Royal family!
Though it is an irrelevant institution
in today's world of presidents
dictators and whatnots
I think many people who are Danes
will tune in from all over the world
for the first time to hear
the Queen's new years speech
because now we can!
For the first time the Danish National Radio
a very powerful monopoly
will not block the emission.
Therefore, you will find me
at my laptop tomorrow eve somewhere
listening in -
she speaks a beautifully Danish
She is part of our culture
and she is our head of a state.

(According to Oprah we are the Happiest
people on Earth- go figure)
((Apologies galore, this is not a true
poem - just an immediate, intermittent thought))

Good writing comes once or twice

Sometimes you read a book
or two - both earth scattering
the one a totally off-beat one
about a young girl and how she
fell into being a terrorist
not by herself of course but
by somebody who recognized
her moods for what it was
a lack to belonging
a missing out on love
brilliantly written
with all the newness and
slang of the young ones
viewed from the sidelines and
from inside.
The other opus was just
a chilling analysis
of four financiers around
the world crack - such power -
scary - when it is happening
again and again and again.
The last book took the author
ten years to create -
Lucky to have read both
too bad the exhilaration
of reading such good stuff
only comes onces or twice a year.

(Reading: Apocalypse bebe and
The lords of Finance.)

Same old stuff

Reading a book about the young uns'
the drug culture of Europe
of how sex and waywards teens
try to make sense of their world -
is it different from mine?
I know I was protected
in more ways than one
maybe naive - perhaps I avoided the trap
because I knew that if I gambled
I couldn't stop - if I drugged
I wouldn't be able to stop
granted I still have a vice or two
but who hasn't
if you didn't I'd worry
then you would not be human
and I claim to be one.

Every day in the village

Ten o'clock in the morning
I am still sitting in my pj
it is a different lifestyle
it is a relaxed, boring day
where anything can happen
earth scattering, or not
a heart attack, a chance meeting
a walk, solve the Gordian knot
whatever it may bring
of good tidings or bad
I shall cherish it forever
because it is a day to be had.

Decisions - New Year??

What good does it do
when you turn into the other you
and change into strange forms
nothing to the current day "norms"
we know that their range
flips like stocks on the exchange
each median is preferred
although I truly wish I deferred
a behavior is detrimental
to myself - a change transcendental
is needed to become who I am
a wise mature, not crazy,a funny femme.

Taste or no?

The deserted almond tree hangs heavily
with its oblong fruits of lore
to a non botanically inclined
it looks like somebody forgot the almonds
but knowing that there are two kinds
the edible ones and the bitter ditto
it is possible that they are the poisonous ones
Although walking along the almond alley
it is tempting not to pick some of the fruits.
They lie all over the trail, just like the
olives that are now black and if you try
to munch on them they taste horrible.
A fault of nature? Or like herbivores
we should take care what we eat.
Strange emotions going along this trodden
wintry blazing morn seeing so clear
the mountains from afar - a moment
where the earth, wind and fire bred
water in the mouth - yet I resisted
and only dreamt of those coming before
and those coming after - a Faustian moment
almost - it was too cold for that.

Pompei's ruins

Money siphoned suspect
from maintenance every day
so the House of Gladiators
fell due to neglect,
said the old curator.
On the UNESCO list
of worthy antiquities
rather than saving the decay
dig down - find newsworthy stuff
who cares about what we have!
This is an attitude - enough
of infamous lackadaisial apathies
from the authorities of Rome
what if is were St Peter's dome?

A Yule -wish

The yuletide was here - everything in place
except the spirit - she was not in the mood
she was anything but - tomorrow it would come
these festive days of family and friendship
yet something was missing this time
and Vigga the Volva wanted so badly for it
not to materialize - like another tide
where somebody else's spirit left the earth
she was not usually praying
but this year she almost wished
she could - wait until the new year
to join the brigades of all who went before
cause so many were dependant in some way
stronger than any of the clan -
due to free flying ways with no strings
and yet - she mused we all have these
strange wondrous ties swirling around
our utterly egotistical egos
wherewithall we bind ourselves to
our free-for-all chosen friends
or for better or worse our families
whom we cannot choose in any way.
A Bergen-Belsen prisoner-of-war
was equally thin to our dear friend
fighting beyond - the doctors warrant
no more can be done - unless a miracle
and who truly believe in those
once you have gone through a lot of time
Vigga the Volva groaned inwardly;
no prayer - just action of some oddball
genetic function of medicine
plus the patient's belief to be better
although we all know which way
we are happily going towards
and whether death was a he or a she
or an it - it was for every gene
the only possible outcome of life -
consequently she bowed to the great mother
and said these slim, slender words,
Please do not let him suffer needlessly
and let him expire when the sand
in your glass runs out - although
she smiled through tears
her friend would probably had put it -
let me go when the last drop
of the gorgeous mellow red wine
has run through my throat
and I have savoured it fully.

French food

Why do the Americans rarely cook
with spirits and wine
but use sugar and starch
when the job could be divine
food should be an art
we eat and we depart
food and fun entwine
surely by hook or by crook.
The French have a la carte
it is now truly enshrined
on the intangibles dines
just look at their design
for simple calorie chart
it may not go by the book
but oh how it tastes sublime.

More on toes

Wine drinking "a l'ancienne"
will do bad things
if you forget to drink water
it will hurt - bing.
Whatever you do swallowing
that beauty of Faugeres
be sure cleanser is following
"old time" gout can you impair.

Triple sec!

Triple occasion to celebrate
400 years ago - today
winter solstice
full moon
lunar eclipse
full of mysteries
Triple occasion to celebrate
100 years from now
again it will happen
to be alive
on this day is a gift
full of enjoyments
Triple occasion to celebrate

Toetally Holiday Time

An infected toe hurts much
so instead of a productive night
I spent it with foot in water
in front of the telly -
just when I needed to run around
and prepare for Christmas
So whatever will be it will
be a toetally holiday.

Your wish my command!

Lasagna, mama, would be nice
ok what else for tonight?
something easy for dessert?
a sweet and juicy concert
consisting of apples galore
a spirit blend for the corps!
so dinner has to be started
whether or not tried uncharted!

Angels in the Village

There are angels all over
but most of all in our village
people care - they mind
they are just one of a kind.
Their good deeds glow
warmly, snugly, a silage
holiday spirits intertwined
with jolly local wines!

Her majesty our dog!

Shopping with daughter exhausting
nothing fitted either of us
we tried - we laughed - we (almost) cried.

We did get one item - for the dog
four little shoes for her cold little feet
for her morning walk when it is too cold
and she refuses to go more than one house away.

Great success - two adult women could not
put one shoe on the bitch
she only wanted to rip it and them apart.

Just like us she did not like the fit
and we had a big discussion
whether they would be pink or purple
to lessen the embarrassment factor.

She just got herself four new purple chews
and not for her cold feet - four new shoes
did not get approved by her majesty!

A hand in it all

Serious interlude at the hand specialist'
A violinist couldn't play the instrument
due to overuse, bad playing schedule
and just plain mismanagement -
another broken arm in soccer a young girl
whose dreams of popping the ball went haywire
a guy who was one of those charmers
that you just had to see in action to know
that he was like silly putty, you could never
hold him down - under no circumstance
come to find out that due to his wife's disease
he is actually trying to care a lot.
Another who had Lyme's disease and arthritis
tried hard to do what the specialist required.
The latter's story was also interesting
both she and her brother got involved
in trying to soothe anybody's hands
due to their mother's terrible fight with
arthritis and hopeless situation.
We are what we grow up to become
nothing more nothing less - amazingly simple,
something so easily picked up most handily!

Today December 9

Today is the day in math
when my son is half as old as I am
or I am double his age
it will never happen again.
Strangely wonderful
or oddly horrible
but anyway - Lots of thoughts
to the day I became a mother
and I was finally a grown up!
A memorable thought
an accounting moment!

The eon's wonder

Strange interludes
on emails - ( an aside) could have been snail mail
meetings between trips and what-nots
(another aside) photos reminds us of "ancient" meet
here and there from one end of the world to the other
(a third aside) two thoughts almost simultaneously
without even realizing that two souls are interconnected
(a final realization) just relaxing
in time - in space - on earth - in the fourth dimension
standing talking in water one summer's day
chattering away in a park somewhere
Nothing more wonderful.

Frosty freedom

A wondrous winter day somewhere
where everything was seemingly calm
and joyful and bountiful
the bare trees swayed lightly
in the frosty frigid wind
the people walking put up their coats
scarves and hats were well worn
sheltering their bare spots of flesh
only the front part - noses
eyes and not even mouths nor ears
let alone a bare head with hair or not
were showing - they could all have been
from another culture - another world
and at that moment in time it was ok
to shelter yourself - opposite summer
where most from the western world
would cry wolf if they saw somebody
decked like themselves on a cold winter day.
An utilitarian utopia - where everybody
must be more of the same...

Santa's Washington Refrain

Hey - ho - hey ho
tax-cuts for the rich - no go
blackberry's and diamonds and Veuves Cliquots
Hey ho

WikiLeaks!

WikiLeaks - class act or not?
An informed public - is that better
or worse than an uninformed one?
Why pursue the messenger
when it is really the message
somebody is not sending!

To inform is to educate
and to educate is to know
without wisdom and knowledge
how can we now exist?
We have turmoils and twists
plus dictators and whispers!

I'd rather have more info
and the right to be in the know
I will wage you that even
when people can download leaks
there will not be revolution
but outrage and then pause.

Evolution and truth deserves
a life of its own - to leak
or not to paraphrase is the question
but I'd rather see honesty
and transparency in vogue
than irresponsible ignorance.

(Not really a poem - just a
virtual wiki thought!)