IRS times now
monies ins, outs of coffers
mine, state - federal
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Humbly - I react
Oh to the wild west wind
of Keats and the Romantics
of certain bends of language
I am not a pure statics
I vent when I can or need to
I scream when it's urgent
although I moderate my moods
and not being a drill sergeant
but when fancy takes over
and my inner urges cover
what I feel and should do
then I raise my voice too
indignantly I so proclaim
that the world is insane.
of Keats and the Romantics
of certain bends of language
I am not a pure statics
I vent when I can or need to
I scream when it's urgent
although I moderate my moods
and not being a drill sergeant
but when fancy takes over
and my inner urges cover
what I feel and should do
then I raise my voice too
indignantly I so proclaim
that the world is insane.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
wet dreams
a penis is power
a vulva is weak
a penis pumps
a vulva wants
a penis penetrates
a vulva welcomes
a penis plunders
a vulva wails
a penis proclaims
a vulva weighs
a penis pictures
a vulva wishes
a penis portrays
a vulva wraps
a penis propels
a vulva warms
a penis procreates
a vulva wrests
a penis is potent
a vulva is waiving
a vulva is weak
a penis pumps
a vulva wants
a penis penetrates
a vulva welcomes
a penis plunders
a vulva wails
a penis proclaims
a vulva weighs
a penis pictures
a vulva wishes
a penis portrays
a vulva wraps
a penis propels
a vulva warms
a penis procreates
a vulva wrests
a penis is potent
a vulva is waiving
Friday, March 25, 2011
Blinders abound
Religious bigotry
and female hatred
was what power hungry
men of medieval mores
postulated and pontificated;
Their beliefs were the law.
Binding religion
together with mind control
and education restriction
was then and is now
for bigots and searchers
for supremacy the ultimate goal.
Devotee of freedom of
speech, beliefs, and right
to education turns away
from politics of men
who thinks power is a penis
and females are dangerous.
Give a female cow to a woman
and she will turn it into
business for herself
feeding her family
while her mate is fighting
for his self-esteem.
On reading about a woman in Mali
getting a cow from the co-op
and on the same day hearing
about bigotry and religious hatred
somewhere in Europe.
and female hatred
was what power hungry
men of medieval mores
postulated and pontificated;
Their beliefs were the law.
Binding religion
together with mind control
and education restriction
was then and is now
for bigots and searchers
for supremacy the ultimate goal.
Devotee of freedom of
speech, beliefs, and right
to education turns away
from politics of men
who thinks power is a penis
and females are dangerous.
Give a female cow to a woman
and she will turn it into
business for herself
feeding her family
while her mate is fighting
for his self-esteem.
On reading about a woman in Mali
getting a cow from the co-op
and on the same day hearing
about bigotry and religious hatred
somewhere in Europe.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
History as an arrow
Did the renaissance do anything?
Not if you really look at the politics
it did not get rid of the feudal system,
it was for the wealthy - the little people
were ignorant - kept dumb and down.
The church in Europe was still strong
yes, there were mumblings about
some other political system
way back when Greece was young
and Socrates were running around
but truly it did not get rid of
superstition, superimposing beliefs
but there was one area where
the renaissance blew everything away -
art and architecture.
Did the baroque do anything?
Galileo with his The earth moves anyway
Decartes saying, I think therefore I am
and Hobbes changed the political system
cause people are not nice, needing
a firm hand -in art, architecture
and music - it also excelled
with voluptuous odalisques and
funneled, crenelated pilasters.
Did the Romantic period change anything?
All the technological discoveries
that finally bloomed with blood
sweatshops and tears, but in the music
it excelled with Mozart and Beethoven.
So can we conclude that even though
on the surface - the waves seem small
they just keep coming - growing
and history wipes the world slate
clean of blood - mistakes - plunder
and humanity can change - mayhap.
Not if you really look at the politics
it did not get rid of the feudal system,
it was for the wealthy - the little people
were ignorant - kept dumb and down.
The church in Europe was still strong
yes, there were mumblings about
some other political system
way back when Greece was young
and Socrates were running around
but truly it did not get rid of
superstition, superimposing beliefs
but there was one area where
the renaissance blew everything away -
art and architecture.
Did the baroque do anything?
Galileo with his The earth moves anyway
Decartes saying, I think therefore I am
and Hobbes changed the political system
cause people are not nice, needing
a firm hand -in art, architecture
and music - it also excelled
with voluptuous odalisques and
funneled, crenelated pilasters.
Did the Romantic period change anything?
All the technological discoveries
that finally bloomed with blood
sweatshops and tears, but in the music
it excelled with Mozart and Beethoven.
So can we conclude that even though
on the surface - the waves seem small
they just keep coming - growing
and history wipes the world slate
clean of blood - mistakes - plunder
and humanity can change - mayhap.
Monday, March 21, 2011
War weary
Apparently apprehensive
and solemn in a Socratic spirit
Vigga the Voelva wanders
aimlessly anxious with her thoughts
to the brook near Yggdrasil
and the little twig which
is no longer so little
proudly sprouting its branches
over the musing markedly somber
searching wisdom of her own silence.
Unlike the Greek philosopher
who ran around among the people
of Athens and platonic poems
the wondering Voelva seeks to question
neither the young nor the old
she but strengthens her whys
in the wild woodlands
among wild beast and rooted trees.
She and her better half,
her wise and well-born sister Sophia,
are often telecommuting
in a siblingly sort - a trip
of tried old mellowly way
transporting her anxieties
to the high-born noblesse.
Again the world is in
testosterone turmoil
and the Voelva is weighing
why man cannot live
without killing maiming
and not subjugating
his fellow man - and woman.
Democracy or the sheen thereof
needs not demagogy nor death.
Alas, there seems to be
nothing that will stop
religious racism mixed with
mindsets of blinded beliefs.
As long as one sex grounds
the other into no value other
than for proverbial procreation
and, of course, wanton voluptuousness
there will be no - peace.
Sophia, high-born sister,
telesports her thorough thoughts
to the weatherbeaten Voelva
soberingly saying,
when the world stops admiring
the muscular, manly testes
and start regaining respect
for the feminine fertile
gynocentrism of yesteryear
then mayhap in balance
there would be less wars.
The meandering musing Voelva
thought for a moment
and added her own sense
of being buckled by the burdens
of the warring world
Humor, humility and human
understanding and tolerance
would not be so utterly
unacceptable in tandem
with the wildly thought
of giving up some of the macho
medieval warmongering ways
of the menfolks in the Middle East
and the male-dominated
war hungry profiteers
of Wall Street and the West.
The trees around Vigga the Voelva
and the vernal tide of the air
posed a lovely picture
of glad times to come
mother Earth was still fecund
and her tidings well-worn
respect me and yourself
and you will do fine
but the Ygdrasil was less spouting
this year and the fairies
fluttered around its roots
and was trying to tend to it
more than ever, it was
gasping for fresher air
and cleaner rainwater from the sky.
The Voelva was very worried.
and solemn in a Socratic spirit
Vigga the Voelva wanders
aimlessly anxious with her thoughts
to the brook near Yggdrasil
and the little twig which
is no longer so little
proudly sprouting its branches
over the musing markedly somber
searching wisdom of her own silence.
Unlike the Greek philosopher
who ran around among the people
of Athens and platonic poems
the wondering Voelva seeks to question
neither the young nor the old
she but strengthens her whys
in the wild woodlands
among wild beast and rooted trees.
She and her better half,
her wise and well-born sister Sophia,
are often telecommuting
in a siblingly sort - a trip
of tried old mellowly way
transporting her anxieties
to the high-born noblesse.
Again the world is in
testosterone turmoil
and the Voelva is weighing
why man cannot live
without killing maiming
and not subjugating
his fellow man - and woman.
Democracy or the sheen thereof
needs not demagogy nor death.
Alas, there seems to be
nothing that will stop
religious racism mixed with
mindsets of blinded beliefs.
As long as one sex grounds
the other into no value other
than for proverbial procreation
and, of course, wanton voluptuousness
there will be no - peace.
Sophia, high-born sister,
telesports her thorough thoughts
to the weatherbeaten Voelva
soberingly saying,
when the world stops admiring
the muscular, manly testes
and start regaining respect
for the feminine fertile
gynocentrism of yesteryear
then mayhap in balance
there would be less wars.
The meandering musing Voelva
thought for a moment
and added her own sense
of being buckled by the burdens
of the warring world
Humor, humility and human
understanding and tolerance
would not be so utterly
unacceptable in tandem
with the wildly thought
of giving up some of the macho
medieval warmongering ways
of the menfolks in the Middle East
and the male-dominated
war hungry profiteers
of Wall Street and the West.
The trees around Vigga the Voelva
and the vernal tide of the air
posed a lovely picture
of glad times to come
mother Earth was still fecund
and her tidings well-worn
respect me and yourself
and you will do fine
but the Ygdrasil was less spouting
this year and the fairies
fluttered around its roots
and was trying to tend to it
more than ever, it was
gasping for fresher air
and cleaner rainwater from the sky.
The Voelva was very worried.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Chance meeting
A man went to the store
and heard - Pavarotti
and his soul was sold to opera
of great passion and desire
his his lust of for life
became the music of composers
who understood - frail humanity.
A woman once had an affair
with a man whose sister
was a well-known singer
her ex was a glorious tenor
her son - tried to be that
but due to realization
did not become as great
and hence committed suicide
he could not live up
to his own expectations.
Two strangers met over
their love of opera
where it takes them beyond
loving the grand ethos
is just an everyday happening,
autumn - winter - spring
and even in summer
stranger meetings occur
every day - year round
and only in the poet's mind
it becomes something glorious.
and heard - Pavarotti
and his soul was sold to opera
of great passion and desire
his his lust of for life
became the music of composers
who understood - frail humanity.
A woman once had an affair
with a man whose sister
was a well-known singer
her ex was a glorious tenor
her son - tried to be that
but due to realization
did not become as great
and hence committed suicide
he could not live up
to his own expectations.
Two strangers met over
their love of opera
where it takes them beyond
loving the grand ethos
is just an everyday happening,
autumn - winter - spring
and even in summer
stranger meetings occur
every day - year round
and only in the poet's mind
it becomes something glorious.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Everyday living
Washing machine churning its load
on a sun-filled Saturday morning
husband laughing out loud -
I ask him why?
You!
Me?
Yes, you!
Getting up from the computer
I walk into the everything room
He:You take off everything at night
not bothering to take them apart.
So the clothes are lumped together.
Me: I get electric shocks if
I try to split them.
Easy to explain.
He is not as electrical -
after all he is a mechanical
engineer!
on a sun-filled Saturday morning
husband laughing out loud -
I ask him why?
You!
Me?
Yes, you!
Getting up from the computer
I walk into the everything room
He:You take off everything at night
not bothering to take them apart.
So the clothes are lumped together.
Me: I get electric shocks if
I try to split them.
Easy to explain.
He is not as electrical -
after all he is a mechanical
engineer!
Friday, March 18, 2011
Sitting downstairs
Feet, bare feet - running -
walking on top of my head
listening quietly
just like when the little feet
were a lot younger
they ran at the time
they were lighter in movement
but they are still
very much alive!
walking on top of my head
listening quietly
just like when the little feet
were a lot younger
they ran at the time
they were lighter in movement
but they are still
very much alive!
Thursday, March 17, 2011
The past - the present
The past from Cambridge
found on Facebook
I thought she died in Mexico
when they had the earthquake
but no - on the web she is alive
and looks happily married.
The question is now -
will she answer?
It can be fascinating
for old ones to dig up
the itinerant past
but then - again why not?
Reconnecting can be
an new exchange of ideas
that were started so many
years ago - 38 or so.
Stranger things have happened.
found on Facebook
I thought she died in Mexico
when they had the earthquake
but no - on the web she is alive
and looks happily married.
The question is now -
will she answer?
It can be fascinating
for old ones to dig up
the itinerant past
but then - again why not?
Reconnecting can be
an new exchange of ideas
that were started so many
years ago - 38 or so.
Stranger things have happened.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
A Key
My love has my key
he is the why
of my well-being
he gives me all
and a key to
his mind -
twist and turns
of living
in togetherness
and apart
he may not always
understand me
but he gives me
space of trust
My love has my key
To Poul
he is the why
of my well-being
he gives me all
and a key to
his mind -
twist and turns
of living
in togetherness
and apart
he may not always
understand me
but he gives me
space of trust
My love has my key
To Poul
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Progress?
Is it not a wonderful world
full of gadgets and doodads?
Humbled by hurricanes
by earth scattering quakes
by idiocies of man - wars
fights for power and more.
Chastened, we have no control
over wind, sun and rain
explosions, man made or not
volcano eruptions or tsunamis.
Overcome,we have no chance
when we discuss love, hate,
beliefs or monetary systems
or to control nature's urges.
Is it not a wondrous world
full of frail and fickle humans?
full of gadgets and doodads?
Humbled by hurricanes
by earth scattering quakes
by idiocies of man - wars
fights for power and more.
Chastened, we have no control
over wind, sun and rain
explosions, man made or not
volcano eruptions or tsunamis.
Overcome,we have no chance
when we discuss love, hate,
beliefs or monetary systems
or to control nature's urges.
Is it not a wondrous world
full of frail and fickle humans?
Monday, March 14, 2011
Fraud
A small business owner
has experienced fraud.
An ugly term - a hateful one
twisting the budget
and fudging the checks.
The trail left is not easy
but it is better than
being fooled by somebody
who thinks him/herself superior.
The proprietor discovered
it almost by accident;
not only did the falsifier
have the audacity to be late
but say "I thought you didn't notice".
Instantaneously after
laying off the person
the boss realized that
money was flowing in
and s/he could breathe again
no longer a reason to pinch.
Of course, now it is a worry
that somebody is trying to
duck and cover up whatever
so his/her computer is attacked
and the next thing expected
is going to be physical of sorts
but no worries - the top dog is ready.
has experienced fraud.
An ugly term - a hateful one
twisting the budget
and fudging the checks.
The trail left is not easy
but it is better than
being fooled by somebody
who thinks him/herself superior.
The proprietor discovered
it almost by accident;
not only did the falsifier
have the audacity to be late
but say "I thought you didn't notice".
Instantaneously after
laying off the person
the boss realized that
money was flowing in
and s/he could breathe again
no longer a reason to pinch.
Of course, now it is a worry
that somebody is trying to
duck and cover up whatever
so his/her computer is attacked
and the next thing expected
is going to be physical of sorts
but no worries - the top dog is ready.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Oh say can you see*
A wintry March morn
with wind - cold air
a daughter and friend and mom
went to an audition
somewhere in the area
- Oh say can you see??
Far beyond any realization
that this was for exposure
no pay just for the sheer
enjoyment and seriously
trying to capture
- Oh say can you see??
What? Fame and fortune
to get somebody to look
at what you could perform
at a moment in time
all wannabees - some not so
Oh say can you see?
At least 85 signed up
so for 85 times the judges
heard over and over
the anthem of the US
Oh say can you see.
I am glad I only heard
it 49 times - and that
I am not a judge!
And this venue does it every
year and every season
people flock to the opportunity!
Oh say can you see!!!
"With the apology to the National Anthem
- 49 times and counting! I admire
the judges!"
with wind - cold air
a daughter and friend and mom
went to an audition
somewhere in the area
- Oh say can you see??
Far beyond any realization
that this was for exposure
no pay just for the sheer
enjoyment and seriously
trying to capture
- Oh say can you see??
What? Fame and fortune
to get somebody to look
at what you could perform
at a moment in time
all wannabees - some not so
Oh say can you see?
At least 85 signed up
so for 85 times the judges
heard over and over
the anthem of the US
Oh say can you see.
I am glad I only heard
it 49 times - and that
I am not a judge!
And this venue does it every
year and every season
people flock to the opportunity!
Oh say can you see!!!
"With the apology to the National Anthem
- 49 times and counting! I admire
the judges!"
Thursday, March 10, 2011
On a wet afternoon...
Coldness of climate
inside the inner
of my itinerant cloud.
Winter-weary will
neither cling to the ice
nor chill to the drops
filling up the dormant
earth expecting
sprightly spring soon.
Equal to the ode
from a well-known poet
this composer yearns
for warmth, glorious
glamorous deep shine
of earthly divine.
inside the inner
of my itinerant cloud.
Winter-weary will
neither cling to the ice
nor chill to the drops
filling up the dormant
earth expecting
sprightly spring soon.
Equal to the ode
from a well-known poet
this composer yearns
for warmth, glorious
glamorous deep shine
of earthly divine.
Saturday, March 05, 2011
An Ouch poem
Ouch said the back
I am hurting
ouch said the stomach
I am burping
ouch said the foot
I am running
ouch said the finger
I am burning
ouch said the ear
I am spurning
ouch said the brain
I am learning!
I am hurting
ouch said the stomach
I am burping
ouch said the foot
I am running
ouch said the finger
I am burning
ouch said the ear
I am spurning
ouch said the brain
I am learning!
Friday, March 04, 2011
Un Canadien
Des photographies
montrent la philosophie
Chandlerienne.
L'une:
Deux marionettes
un homme clown blanc
et une vielle femme
le beau et la laide
la vie et la mort
la seule chose
qui en manquait etait
le bon vin francais et
ses avertures sentimentales.
L'autre:
Il inspirait ses amis
de l'aider et l'aimer.
Choisissant la vie unique,
la vie en soltitude -
partout il trouvait
quand meme -
des marques de sympatie en
laissant rouler le bon temps
passionne par le Midi.
La finale:
Mon daguerreotype vivant
dans mon cerveau sera toujours
le Canadien de Cazouls
avec son chapeau et ses gauloises
d'autrefois en buvant le pastis.
En fermant l'ensemble des feuilles
des memoires colores de chancun/
chacune qui a connu ce bon vivant
nous te saluons - "Chandler Killer".
montrent la philosophie
Chandlerienne.
L'une:
Deux marionettes
un homme clown blanc
et une vielle femme
le beau et la laide
la vie et la mort
la seule chose
qui en manquait etait
le bon vin francais et
ses avertures sentimentales.
L'autre:
Il inspirait ses amis
de l'aider et l'aimer.
Choisissant la vie unique,
la vie en soltitude -
partout il trouvait
quand meme -
des marques de sympatie en
laissant rouler le bon temps
passionne par le Midi.
La finale:
Mon daguerreotype vivant
dans mon cerveau sera toujours
le Canadien de Cazouls
avec son chapeau et ses gauloises
d'autrefois en buvant le pastis.
En fermant l'ensemble des feuilles
des memoires colores de chancun/
chacune qui a connu ce bon vivant
nous te saluons - "Chandler Killer".
Wednesday, March 02, 2011
Past - hm?
Past popping up
in my emails- on my shores -
why I do not know
my parents - siblings -
great-grands of whom
I know nothing
and I know I should
feign a true interest
they are part of
one's genetic make-up
and they are in my
children's genes
yet - there is nothing
I can physically do
to short circuit that
so - why bother
except for historical
purposes and ...yet
if I do not know my past
will my children be
obliged to remake
their granny's mishaps
or has the world changed
so - that is my today's
question -
and the answer of course
is that I am crazy
because the more I know
'bout my past -
the more ...... hm!
in my emails- on my shores -
why I do not know
my parents - siblings -
great-grands of whom
I know nothing
and I know I should
feign a true interest
they are part of
one's genetic make-up
and they are in my
children's genes
yet - there is nothing
I can physically do
to short circuit that
so - why bother
except for historical
purposes and ...yet
if I do not know my past
will my children be
obliged to remake
their granny's mishaps
or has the world changed
so - that is my today's
question -
and the answer of course
is that I am crazy
because the more I know
'bout my past -
the more ...... hm!
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