Eyes

The eyes have it
seeing the world
in a different way.
I cannot decorate
a room for whatever
people would pay me
but there are those
who own that knack.

The ears have it
listening to
music and playing
it beautifully.
I can hear but
not get a peep out
alas somebody else's
talents are not given.

The touch has it
feeling the flair
of creating with
your hands has
also been me deprived
but I can knit
and I do on occasions.

The smell is it
most people have it
and that is important
because without it
you cannot taste.
Evolutionary culinary
sensual experiences
that I can do - sometimes!

The rich are moving again

"The rich are different"
wrote Scott Fitgerald
and money moves mountains
so a company selling coal
oil from China to Cuba
spreds its rings -
Glencore and Glasenberg
floating on the stock exchange
shares will change the way
the little people's pensions
will be valued -
the rich are diversifing
... again.

Early bird remix

Yonder fly a bird of prey
looking for his daily food
here and there he dips and bites
getting in a furious mood
not finding a field mouse
his shadow shows a blood feud
searching high and then low
if the food him eludes
his hunger drives him eagely
to find just the tasty morsel
a little bird whose wing broke
sitting sadly on a cornel
snapped up by an eager beak
a tweak - a crack - not cordial.

Good morning - day!

Good morning to my little house
away from man and a spouse
in splendid solitude
Good morning to my little village
where wines are produced - a vintage
of genuine rosy hue
Good morning to my little market
three days - of offers
a sane - real cue
Good morning to a new day
embrace it forever - in a way
it is the only - in situ.

A distant dream

Away - of my own choice
to where I have a tiny space
One day I hope it will be ours
from calm to turmoil
from sleep to awake
dichotomy's inner voice.

Rue Surcouf

Le coin de ma rue
loin du passe
reste dans ma memoire
avec les odeurs
du vrai moyen age.
Mes reflections nues
embrasse le pave
de mon futur refectoire
sans le brut creve coeur:
mon pelerinage.

Wild song on a morn

Viable solutions
can they be found
to any problem?

Vivid absolutions
can they be given
for any killing?

Wildebeasts' songs
of dreaming peace
are they possible?

Seasonal season

Seasonal season
not within reason
eyes noses treason
of blooming lesions
a true daemon
nature's semen
irony's paean!

Old high school girlfriends' reunion

A sad little everyday story
of a young woman who wanted
her old girlfriends to
come for drinks and chats
like when they were in
high school - bonding.

Out of the ten invited
only three came
one was certifiable sick
the other a nurse on-call
a third could not come
due to her husband of a year
just returned from a trip
one was working Friday nights
another living out of town
the others did not send
their lame excuses.

Is it a wonder that sometimes
women lose their old friends
and then lament why?
Maybe high school close
relationships are fizzling
not being so close
the times have changed.
I'll wager though that
in a couple of years
some of the others
all of sudden want to get together
and then, it will be too late!

An award dilemma

Read a paper: donning
moral awards
to fictional characters.
The bad guys/gals
depended upon
the view points;
the good ones
are not so easy
to describe.
Hitler still takes
first place
But the good one?
Buddha, Jesus,
Mother Theresa?
I would not be
so bold as to award
the goodness gold
to only one,
moral dilemma is,
can anyone ever be
only good or bad?
Honoring humanism -
because if you live
without hurting
anybody -
asserting yourself
as well as helping others
the idea of doing good
gets applauded
not the person.
Surely, even Hitler
must have been
honorable to somebody once.
A awkward award dilemma.

Freewheeling boobies

Freewheeling ???
boobies???
Heard on a morn's walk
stopped and laughed
uproariously,
reminiscenced
the seventies;
the Women's movements
were in vogue;
stronger women -
boobs as a phenomenon
of power-houses.
Ouch,
the outcome now seems
to be no-longer
so free-spirited -
but
tightly bound snugly fit.
Those days of hope....


Thanks to daughter for her comment

Innocuous question!

Innocuous question
ends up being
an over-blown act
of accusation
better -
to shut up
and gracefully
retreat.
Just always be prepared
to acknowledge
that not all people
take a probe well
and tops it off by
y o u
being the vilified!

Fey's trips

Fleeing floating fairies
come out at evening-tide

they dance in the dusk
they hover over land

the dust they spread
spills around the fields

in cities their blemishes
fabulously hide in alleys

the same dream of adventure
danger for all even modern folks

embodied in those little pixies
of summer's night's flurries

applause for nature's gift
of fey's daring polkas.

"A competition"

An operatic afternoon
in Virginia's Lyceum
my ears all perked up
not a tune's museum.
It was live and young
the competition stiff
but fun and well song.
Did the best singer win?
Soprano, tenor
baritone - no bass - in!
But what a way to pass
a noteworthy moment
wish would longer last'.

Einstein was right

Quartz gyros circled in a probe
around our old well-worn globe
covered in niobium - an alloy
of superconducting real McCoy
proved that without a doubt
Einstein's General Theory's clout
is working - minusculely
so for now he is still yours truly.



"BBC's news of Gravity Probe B"
May 4, 2011

Celebrating death

Celebrating death
is nothing new to mankind
but doing this blatantly
says only that you
do not value life
the base line
is this -
you clap your hands
when your enemy is dead
what about his/her children?
I am sure we all clapped
our hands when Hitler died.
But does that truly
make us better persons?
An old aunt used to say
that day the peace broke out,
now we just have to find
someone else to hate -
Oh I agree - you have to
be carefully taught
to love death
to hate anybody
of different belief,
different looking
different behaving
-
by all means
celebrate death instead of
l i f e.

Witches' wail haiku

Excessive rain brings
wails on Walpurgis New Moon
no bonfires will warm.

De Sade

Marquis de Sade
hid his atheism
his serious ideas
about human nature
in lurid tales
Gothic fantasies,
(although he did not
like these per se)
of sex and blinding
depictions of man's
deepest desires!
Today he would have
been put away
for good - .
Then his visits to
the insane asylum
was interrupted
by him being elected
to the revolutionary
congress in 1790es.
Only to be thrown out
again by Napoleon.
He is the ultimate
believer in freedom,
just putting it in
titillating letters.
Today - he would
not have lasted in front
of TV spectators.
The written word
still has power
over the spoken.
But for how long
with You-Tube?
I wonder how the marquis
would penetrate
with his ideas today?