Ant attack ode

Ants attack in my kitchen
I do not like it a smidgen
they creep and they crawl
they run and they sprawl
one hole is closed
but a dozen more exposed
what more can we do
clean up any food goo
chemically killing them
creates alas a mayhem
all the ones here condemn'
my food larder a pure gem
for the ants and their "femme"
time to get rid of the phlegm.

Move over Einstein

Another jolt to a grand belief
Einstein's theories may not hold
for an aesthete it's a sorry relief
cause everything but zilch will fold
into something less than a massif
not even beauty is the leitmotif
change is the only credo foretold.

Reading stories

I read - I bleed for hero's death
or the heroine's mess
when I absorb a story
my mind will worry
or laugh or bear witness
and I shall draw my last breath.

Interface

A new and cleaner interface
what is that to me?
Is it that the writing on the wall
is easier to see
or is it that not so much fluff
on the screen to be?
I do not truly care about
what is on the doodad
I know I could do more
if I chose that ad
with great mercantilizaton
alas I fell for that fad
I should applaud vividly
this cleaner look
clap my hand and shout
yet the Internet's hook
of dealing or wheeling's time
will be like the Chinook.

Men's wear

Being older and wiser(ha)
I know a thing or two
and here is what my counsel
is to womankind too.

Men's wear is much better
the producers of course
realize that women are fickle
money to spent - applause.

So now the old broad
has instituted in her mind
buying sandals and boots
is better of the male kind.

Body talks

Body, mind and spirit
does do it for you,
if the mind is sound
and the spirit alert
then why in the world
can the body not follow?

Splinted atoms of yore
turns into a tsunami
of a fire bomb
and then after a while
nature heals slowly.

My body away from
a beloved place
rebels -
again I have asthma
nose problems -
within not even one week
I am back on medication.

Either my mind
is on speed and sorrow
that it affects
that corpse of mine
or nature is telling
me - to go back?

Glooming doom?

Vigga the Volva was again alarmed
nothing was quite safe in her woods
she wandered near Ygdrasil her tree
for life, of life, to life
it looked sad, the leaves turned too soon
the weather was weary - dreary
what in the world was wrong?

A global warmth or coldness swept
the age old globe of Gaia
some places were more hot
other spots turned colder
the animals were disappearing
humans were multiplying
so the old earth could not
feed and accommodate every one.

Disasters of Africa's horn
threw famine at that particular spot
in Asia tsunamis were growing
in her world the rain kept pouring
down for days - a beginning of ice age?
Ygdrasil had had too much heat
and now too much water - the roots rotting
and decay setting in -sadly.

She had had a weird dream
yesternight - way off her normal reveries
she was forced to cover her windows
in the house with papers
otherwise the it could not withstand
the temperatures of 235 degrees!
Talk of an ecological nightmare.

She again went and muttered
around her little brook
which had taken a hit and was
completely stuffed with debris
of logs and left-overs from
the recent very heavy rainfall,
unprecedented - 40 years hence
another storm flooded her
pristine flow of water.

The volva Vigga trod carefully
swinging her light cape
soon she would have to change
to the more warm one
she was still very worried
and in spite of the gloom
of days of doom people
still managed to find joy.
Was that the answer?
Nay, Gaia will say soon
she has had enough
and that humans will obey her.

Jetlag again

Jetlag week two
it is wearing too
like a bad hairdo
I have tried drinks
even tried forty winks
my body is jinxed.

summer of dreams

Alas gone
moments in time
a whiff of mementos
so flighty.