Wasting food is a crime
Too many go hungry
So my kind of cooking
Is weird, sometimes funky
I will not throw out
Day-old chicken country
But transform it into
A pie- a bit chunky.
My mother was adamant
Saving food humbly.
So next time you cook
Think various and sundry.

Sappho - a poet

Sensual Sappho
of Lesbos Isle
daring dame
of yesteryear
your potent poems
sexually smell
of deep desires
in husky humans.
Unafraid unfathomable
of earthlings' esprit
our secluded senses
harebrainedly hidden
away from it all
in a sealed sanctuary.
For lovers' lust
of any sex you saved
the muse most alive.
You earned your fame
in all an awesome fate
if only one could....

bright haiku

Citrony tulips
brighten the dreary gray morn
on a sunless day.

Speed it up

Oh wide berth of time
you would be sublime
to run a little faster - please
so I can be on the plane
instead of in the slow lane.
I can then dance the javanese
in the village of my choice
to me: it is my rolls royce.

La javanaise is a song by Serge Gainbourg

Photo talk

Fervent participants in an
Anti-abortion's rally
In front of the Supreme Court
Raised their right hands
In what could be seen as
A Nazi salute -
For this poetress
A hidden rebuke
In this front page image.

Ta platre pensee

Ma petite artiste
avec son pied sur terre
sculptural-cerebral
exercera sa magie
au lieu de danser
avec les dieux
d'opus incertum
creant une forme feconde
qui surement reste
la sienne du riflard.

Dearth of icicles?

Bleak sunshine
awaits
where windswept
wintry
blossoms meet
its iciness.

Creepy coldness
presents
its own birth
of blooms
only to shade
the shadows.

Dearth of death
hazards
healing beauty
and branches
of diamond drops
on panes.

School trauma of a different kind

Sometime in the sixties
a young girl of good family
tried several times to commit
what some would say
the ultimate sin
Nevermore said the Raven.

She succeeded one day
jumping from the highest floor
before that she had changed
schools and friends
she must have been
For Evermore sadly uneven.

One day in November
our dour and strict Headmaster
came into the room to tell
the terrible news
he half blamed us for the deed
Nevermore was by him read.

Rumors went flying high
why she took her young life
was it of a love unrequited
Our stern master took out
a young man after the reading
Nevermore is my Name.

Whenever Poe's name is heard
I think only of a tender soul
who only blossomed for an inch
of a life in a sad person
what could have been
a fantastic flying Raven.

I think of a time 25
years plus at a school reunion
a chat with the accused man
He never forgave our authority
danced on his grave
saying I didn't Nevermore.

Stark remembrances from
way back in our youth
sadly it is the most prevalent
memory of my school years
they should hold so much
the Raven stands out evermore.

B - a word

Wonderful boredom
getting nuts creates
a vacuum in my belly
hunger for excitement
Makes me wanna scream
Start something -but what
For now -go take a shower
The hot water sizzling
The cold dark gray day.

Let sleeping dog lie

Dog growls after her morn walk
Outside sleeping son's room
She does not stop
Until I open door.
Up she jumps.

Oh tempora!

Does it matter
what a poet writes?
No, it is just words
But with thoughts
Anyone can change
Her or his world,
It just takes time
Precision arguments
And persuasion.
Anyone can become
A truthsayer for
A moment in time.
Alas, few will follow
This trekking trouveur.

Off

Off days starts with off
something you spill or drop
then you know inside your belly
this day hence written off.

A conversation

A very grown-up lady
wants her mom's approval
seeking it desperately
trained early and hard
into being the "dutiful daughter"
Mom is in her eighties
will not acknowledge the incest
daughter suffered from
the biological husband,
for years when even a teen.
Consequence: an addiction.

Still to this day:


Mom - love me for me
Mom - don't talk nonsense
Mom - love me for me
Mom - don't talk
Mom - love the me
Mom - just don't
Mom - love me
Mom - be the daughter
Mom - I am
Mom - then don't talk nonsense
Mom - love me for myself
Mom - so how is the weather?

An enigma

A friend's lack of response
After more than twenty years
Puzzles
Should I call one more time
A choice to become
Muzzled?
Can we ever know what
Makes our fellow traveler
Guzzle?

Infringement

Undo the automatic
Updates
Users' conundrum.
So mayhap I shall
Unhook my Nook.
The automata update
Erased my library
So all I have now
Is loads of ads
For books I wouldn't
Nook in years.
Starking behavior
Of a company.
Infringement.
---
Oi

(I was a little premature
The sd card came loose
But at least did
Unwified my Nook
And now I know
That the company can
Undo if they so choose)

L'ame pourri

Pour un monde meilleur
Comme disait le poete.
Helas rien est change
Sur notre petite planete
Les guerres en soi
Restent ici, ma foi,
Et l'ame de l'homme
Pourrait bien utiliser
Un vide-pomme.

A normal day

War, molested women
Kids either on drugs
Or youth soldiers
For war lords or fanatics
Cheats, fracking,
Spies on industry
Ensnaring cons
What a great day.

Spam or not

A post in my inbox
Open or not
The addressee
Known or not
First placed in
Spam box
Thought again
Should I or not
Looked in
Spam box
Said what the
Beep or not
Opened the
Email up
A meeting of
Minds we got
Four months
Hence -pure luck
I decided to open
My email box
A chance for
A consoeur or such.

no impression

Hungry color-deprived sun-up
On a bleak wintry morn
Meeting the stark branches.

La poetesse proclame

Un poeme spontane
d'un Orphee
Dit lyriquement
La verite
Du moment.