Wednesday, November 30, 2011

An Elfish story

An elf has been left out
for whole year - wow
what will he do
of mischief now?
Since they come and
enjoy the tidings of
Yulemonth festives
candles, cards of love.
Must put him up
elsewhere tonight
otherwise he will
therwise he will
us haunt with spite.

(Paper cuts that magically
appear in the month of Dec.
at our house)



Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Cold thoughts

Philosophying intensely
vilifies the true cognoscenta.
All it takes is a nasal drip
out goes the mind -
the spirit and the body -
me a rejectamenta!

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Novembismus

English language
knocks the ideas
absorbing words
of all kinds.
I muse about
this flexibility
and applaud
that I can invent
a phraseology,
unknown today,
but tomorrow
it shall be hailed
as a new option.
That slang enters
and all of a sudden
it truly becomes
oddly mainstream
and therefore
bores the poets
alas - a word will
not come to be
so let the keyboard
be the inventor -
novembismus.

Novembismus: a noun,
signifying the feeling of late November
and the craziness before the holiday, the
last breath before going out on black Friday.
Poetess never suffers from novembismus,
because she does not venture out on Black Friday.


Friday, November 25, 2011

Ideals gone?

European souls
of the lost expats
will bloom only
when then they
return to the soils
of the lost grounds
of blood and tears.
A new wave of trials
ne'er before dawn
to wake up -
home - a daze
of the unseen
sad utopians.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

IPhone grook

Hubby's new iPhone
A gem to behold
Would be great
If I could it control !





Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Bedside manners

A woman I know
was told in no certain terms
that she is dying
and why has she not checked
into hospice yet!

She is alive and working
trying to live her life
as she knows it.
Nobody knows how
the doc phrased his message.

From a nurse friend I understood
that the doctors are required
to tell their patients
the cruel facts when there is
no more that they can do.

Bedside manners matter
more than ever -
there are ways to tell
with empathy
that you are dying.

Alas, mayhap this doctor
needs a remedial course
in phraseology of kindness
or
the doctor was sad and
this was his third patient
that day to swing the ax over.

The recipient of this earful
worries even more
the mind hears only this,
You are a goner.
Present the message mercifully.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Cold numbers

My bane has always been
the damnable common cold
I realized not long ago
being 60 plus something old
that numbers of the mean
are 300 plus of snot flow!

Monday, November 21, 2011

NYC wisp

New York City
in the autumn
gallivanting around
the busy thoroughfares
away from suburbia
into the arms
of life-strikes -
a will-o'-the-wisp.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

A bluish mood

Fairy weather tales
of woes and whatnots
once the rainy splots
wear winter quails.

Old crones of Wales
tell stories of hots
alas not great shots
but dreary wails.

So ends the dales
of deep granny knots
anger cannot rot
the soul is frail.


quail: it is according to OED
a courtesan, or a young woman

Monday, November 14, 2011

A fate of my own?

Oh, from the lovely little country
I still call my own
I have it outgrown
only to realize- this is my foundry!

Where I was born and bred
I can relate albeit
sitting in a seat
far away - as a cylinder head?

Yes of course - a spinning top
but only when
the true quill pen
and the heart says stop.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

A play on truth?

A vibrator play
sex lacking on stage
so true even today
a woman's page.

On seeing Sarah Ruhl's play

Friday, November 11, 2011

Rememberance

When wars are fought
the cooks disappear
in the fields of fights.
The laymen/women
of any sort
we never hear of
their heroics?
They all deserve a page,
we are a chain
and some of the
hooks get more polish
than others, alas.

(To the unknown fighters and everybody else
who due to human whims have to fight wars.
11/11/11)



Thursday, November 10, 2011

A fight

A doctor prescribed a procedure
I thought it was fluff -
removing something
that is shrinking day by day.
I cancelled the ordeal.
My internist's office called
she wants me to call the
doctor again to see if I am right.
Truly wondering - do I have
any say over my own body?
I have made another appointment
unbeknownst to them
to get a second opinion.
According to the laws of my state
if I have to have a procedure
I must have a second opinion.
So until then me and my
now tiny blob on my skin
will await until just then.


Tuesday, November 08, 2011

Wine memory

A glass of flaming burgundy
is swirled inside my mouth
as its flavors sends out
stunning sparks of taste
remembering romance
down my thirsty throat.

(An anacreontic form)

Sunday, November 06, 2011

Soles abound

Wandering souls
flying around the universe -
is the space big enough
for little me?
Watering souls
swimming around the sea
are the oceans big enough
for tiny me?
Walking souls
pedestrianize around the earth
are the lands too big
for itty me?

Somewhere the me
will rest - just not yet
on its aery, splazy, wobbly path.

Wednesday, November 02, 2011

La mer Revisited

Trenet's song of the sea
version Django Reinhardt/Stephane Grappelli
embodies what this sea lover
dreams of walking along a beach
on the Mediterranean.
To be there now would be a warm wave
of bodily amour
on a cold November morn
sitting at the keyboard
drinking coffee.
Come what may I will always
have - not Paris, but "la Mer".