Un felibre

Des poetes ne sont pas des grands trompetes
leurs histoires donnent des reves noires
aux gens sans vouloir - restant des praticens -
leurs reveils - des peches - mal a l'orteil
Des fois ils font penser aux propres choix
et chaque jour le barde fait a son tour
pour mieux s'exprimer - horreur d'etre fastidieu -
en somme un felibre c'est un vide-pomme.

Un haiku risque

Les belles de Bruxelles
se promenent en demoiselles
- promesses sensuelles.

Camina burana added

Carmina Burana
of flesh and irony
the god named Kama
is showing vitally
sex is a dancing mamba
it is like simony.

Apparently this is my 1000 poem according
to the blog counter! So instead of a
sad poem - I thougth of living it a bit.

Sich Selbst

Mit Sehnsucht und Zorn
gehen einige in der Welt
und wissen nicht
wie sie eigentlich
sich dastellen koennen;
denn sie denken nur
an sich selbst.
Fuer sie gibt es
sehr selten
eine befriendige Loesung.
Nur unwillige halbherzige
Entwicklungen und ganz einfach
unbeugsamme Ahnung wurden sie
gegeben - nicht anderes.

Tossing Grook

This world is revolving
around each of us
strange how we see it
each to her own toss.

This globe is umbilical
and yet we do harm
we have learnt nothing
so she goes alarm.

The earth tolerates only
so much of abuse
humans hence - we must change
or she throws a noose.

Something is rotten

Denmark a tiny country
in a bowl with big fish
will never give an inch.

Denmark is a small kingdom
with Gargantuan aspirations
think - they know what's best.

Denmark is a megalomanic land
postulating they are special
and demand exceptional treatment

Denmark seen from a Dane outside
it doesn't subscribe to the Euro
out of Europe - you are "rocking the boat".

A small bleat on reading about
the ex-foreign minister's comment
on why he thinks the Danes should
not be in the EU.

Reste fidele

Comment est-ce que tu as decouvert
le personnage que tu es devenu?
Par erreur de la responsabilite familiale?
j'ai grandi et j'ai eu des enfants.
Ma femme m'a fait cocu et moi aussi
j'ai eu des affaires.

Et toi, mysterieux etre?
J'avais une copine on etait proche
mais des qu'elle me propose
de masturber - j'ai fuit.
22 ans que j'avais avant
d'accepter mon corps.


Quelle beaute dans l'esprit
qu'on trouve partout - si on s'ouvre
vers le monde diversifie.
Ne passe pas par les ruelles etroites
embrasse la progression soi-meme
cela serait toujours a l'autrui.

Des visages differente d'une femme

Une intellecto du jour
une demi-monde de la nuit
une description insuffisante
d'une personne de ma connaissance
une falaise en fleur
un abre aride et arque
n'importe quoi - se balance
une dame - transhumante.

Un jour de souvenir

Un jour allieurs
avec un tuteur
c'etait vraiment
le temps different.
On a vu les artisans
ainsi que des businessmans
et on a etudie l'architecture
sans oublier la nourriture
car on est en France
et la on fait la romance
du muguet et du saumon
le vin - on tourne en rond.
Voila un moment passe
le souvenir classe.

A village war?

Near the little brook leading
into the hamlet with the green
somewhere on the windswept plains
the Volva Vigga walked daily
wondering why it is difficult
for people to agree -
how wars start - over land.
She had been observing a friendly feud
for a few years now - shaking
her auburn tresses she muttered
why are friendly folks no longer
friendly, jolly and neighborly.
It all started when a neighbor's
house - which has some old hovels
behind it, adjacent and attached to it.
These abodes no longer inhabited
and were hazardous and dangerous.
In the house there were an woman
who lived alone, her spouse were
gone most of the time to wars,
but he had promised that he would return
to live with her in that little hovel.
Behind the hut were ruins -
they leaned on their walls
and the town council in its wisdom
had decided that the waning walls
should be torn down and let light in.
A few others were on the same lane
but across the alley way the neighbors
nearsightedly eyed an opportunity
to get some of that land in front
of their property, albeit crossing
the little - narrow but ancient lane.
The little lady knew that
she could not stand for the pressure
alone - until her husband would come
so she elected to be evasive.
She who says less does not promise.
The town council held a meeting
many of the inhabitants came
but those with true access were asked
to say what they wanted.
The lady with her little house
said that she would like some land
but was willing to let the neighbor
across the lane get some part to walk
in front of her claim - no good
The neighbor on their other side
with volatility and evocatively
said - she wanted a part just across
from her house - actually her daughter's.
The neighbors hemmed and hawed and
finally decided to go further away
(about a walk of less than one minute)
to get that big lot of land they wanted.
Vigga Voelva mused that the little woman
had told her the next day -
the neighbor's lady of the house
yelled and said they were extremely
angry with her for not following their wishes
and they did not want to see her
- for a while. - The woman had
met the neighbor accidentally
- how could they not - and
he had averted her eyes - and did not
respond to her friendly hello.
War was brewing in the little village.
Vigga the Voelva - nodded -
it was going to take time before
that knot would be cut and maybe never.
Alas, the little woman said to her,
but what if it had been them
having direct access to the land,
would they even have considered me?
There is nothing you can do or say
that will make people feel better
and besides, the wondering Voelva
was warily adding to her comment.
There is also your long gone husband
to kindly consider, he would never have
given them any access either, would he?
The little woman quietly looked ahead
dreaming of another world with no wars.
She shook her white mane, No.
Vigga the Voelva patted the woman
on her arm, Give them time,
after all they are getting a big plot.
She gave the little woman a sunny smile,
In the end it shall be all right.
They said goodbye and the wise Voelva
moved slowly back to her woodlands
and her house beyond the brook
near Yggdrasil - muttering mostly
to herself and the fey of the land.
No there will not be peace ever
only when man is gone then mother earth
can start breathing freely again.
She went down to the brook, looked
at all the debris from the village -
sighing, she went further up the stream
where she found another source of water
that came directly from the earth.
Here she thanked the great mother
and took her flask filling it with
the pristine, crystal clear water.
She smiled as she raised her flask
to her lips - drinking the liquid.
Cold and beautifully satisfying
the water slid down her throat.
She felt ready to go on and talk
to her highborn sister Sophia
and after that she would write
to her dear daughter Gemma Sarah.
The world would go on - and at least
the tiny squabbles of the people
did not bother the Grand Gaia.

Un fil d'Adriadne

Un fil d'Adriadne d'un jour
a commence il y a longtemps
qui se mene depuis des annees
je commence a me soumettre
meme si cela se montera
comme un fil de fer
en me donnant des eraflures
blessantes et sanglantes
je le suivrai - ouvertement
sans des arrieres-pensees.
Sauf si je ne le courtise pas
- la vie sera un trou grisant.

Un repas

Un homme tres viril -
un beau garcon -
dans sa jeunesse
essaie de rattraper
son don juan d'autrefois
mais ses companions
du village le connaissent
trop bien - et
le pauvre etait blesse
en s'enfuiant tot
pretendant
qu'il avait pas le temps
pour finir - le repas.

Une adresse aux amis

La gentilesse
progresse
sans cesse
chez les amis.
L'hotesse
et son mari
sont des gens
avec politesse
et sagesse
d'humeur avec
souplesse.

A Francine et Max

danger - born a woman.

To woman born - a girl
ravage, rapes, rage
that is her future
if born in many states.
Of woman born - a boy
murder, mayhem, madness
that is his outlook
How little femininity
is valued - without it
man could not exist.


In the Guardian today,
five countries,
Afghanistan, DRC Congo,
Pakistan, India, Somalia,
rank the most deplorable
places for women to be born.

Un grook sur la vie

L'heure a sonne
un fait banal
pour l'etre mort
un trait fatal
C'est la vie
un cas total.

Les traits des noms

Alexandre, Cesar, Napoleon,
tous les hommes de grand noms
et si on donne aux enfants
les leurs - pour histoire
des traits speciaux en revant
un d'eux soit un nouvel espoir.
Helena, Catharine, Eleanor
pas des memes tambour-majors
il y a toujours un trait sexuel
qu'il y en n'a pas chez les garcons
dommage - par ce que c'est cruel
- les femmes sont des flocons.

A Anibale et mon petit-fils

Sombre a l'ombre.

Memoires d'outre tombe
mais sur ce cote de la vie
sans lesquelles - trop tard.
Accepterons avec aplomb
apart de manger et boire
nous reste l'amour ravi.

Happy poetry

Happy poets are crazy oxymora
they do not exist
therefore I am obsolete.

Happy poetry will not last
only deep sadness
will reign over minds forever.

Happy thoughts, however, show
your ability to fight off
depression and kicks of time.

Happy people live much easier
or at least do not brood
so they fill their brains with joy.

Happiness is full of good endorphins
which can save your outlook
on the shitty, damning, unfair world.

Happy verses are easily expressed
they tend to fly away
only to be forgotten stanzas.

Tablets and Babylonians

The electronic tablets
are the newest gadgets
and yet we will not
like when clay was hot
the Babylonians scribes
wrote about their tribes
be able to completely router
to archaeologists of the future
whatever we were saying
but the ancients conveyings
will still stand tall
and our era will be gone for all.

Une existence impromptue

Incorrigible j'aime
la vie ici
sans les plans fixes
demandee hier
de me rendre quelque part
dans un mois et demi
j'ai dit non
car je ne sais pas
d'ou je suis demain.
Une existence impromptue
a la folie vivante.

Searching for what???

I do not truly believe
in a fortuitous happenstance
but in the case of where
I am currently residing
karma - kismet is present -
an incredible serendipity.
So even when going on
a menhir/an upright boulder
search - an walk with a
- you would call him -
diviner - devinator -
a searcher for magnetic fields
around the churches or
the ancient holy places
there must be more
than just air between
the earth and the divine mother
of our ancient Demeter.
She has called me
to this tiny spot of earth
to rest my weary bones
and not awakened spirit
- for it to grow into
an eloquent essence and
equalzing earthling
as well as a descendant
of an ancient rite of passage.
Death and the smelly moss
await me - a vineyard field
will be my solemn grave -
but before that happens
I am going to live
vacariously - vivaciously.

Gum and the world

Chewing gum is healthy
(specially if it's sugarless)
but not so very becoming
therefore it's something
that you do inside the house
to relieve the stress
of living and worrying
about the world - the belfry
in the town tells me ding ding
but I totally digress
with my muddled thinking
these strange murmurs of gum
the global communty's run
but the hygienists espouse
using gum you can do gently.

(Do not throw gum in the streets)

Cuntomat

In Denmark you feel free
- Danish girls especially
where they can be so blunt
to take photos of their cunts
installed at a music festival
photo in private your genitals.

Imaginary chat with a house!

Nine o'clock on a quiet Wednesday eve
what could happen if I walked out
disappeared forever - in lala land
to Shangri la - to Hades front gate,
oh wait he doesn't have one
and that Tibetean paradise exist not,
but my little French house's walls
of at least a yard thick presents itself
poignantly - presently
it does not want to be ignored.
Here I have stood for 700 years
and I am still standing -
I demand seriously to be taken
seriously for granted - I am
therefore I exist and don't forget
I shall still be here when you are gone!
Walk out - beat it go - but you seem
to enjoy my shelter like the others
countless, I tell you, most of them
fairly normal hardworking people.
I can remember in the 14 c the nuns
had built an adjacent building
to their nunnery - and I was it.
Sister Cecilia - our prioress
was devoted to her little flock
some of them sheltered the descendant
of Adalais - the owner of our church.
In 1637 I recall a baker and his wife
they made bread and love every day
and there were children running
around my heavy foundations.
Later in 1747 we had some bad years
and one man hanged himself from the rafter.
It is still there, the mark, although
you would not be able to find it.
A sole owner of the late 17000
was a curmudgeon and a drunk.
But his voice use to ring through
the walls - just when your daughter
just sang for your friends two weeks ago.
So dearest owner, stay and enjoy
the life of my history and I shall
yield more of it - when I feel like it.

Une homme comme les autres

Un homme s'indentifie
avec le fait de l'amour
tout qu'il en pense est
la manque de cette fonction.

Il regrette - il deplore
son emasculation permanente
il est autant si deprime
qu'il se sent un mort vivant.

Est-ce qu'il ne pouvait
se rendre utile d'autrement?
Quel dommage qu'il n'y a
que cela dans sa vie!

Il y en a d'autres qui
survivent avec sans.
Ils aident quand meme
leurs femmes aux manipulations.

L'esprit de la sexualite
reste toujours au fond
dans le centre du cerveau
pas dans la penetration.