A nice limerick

There once was a lady from a city
she was not beautiful - but witty
she danced and swirled
a lady of the world
singing a naughty ditty.

Dichotomy

on a snowy day
the outside world
fights hates rapes
mutilates kills -
my inner sphere
is calm

Valerie

Died too early
in your sleep.
At one point in our lives
we were closer.

Today I went back -
an inkling
seeing some familiar faces
if only for a flash.

Your spirit converged
twenty some years
of PTA and playmates -
soul buddies and all.

Religion gone awry

Religion of a certain kind
creates havoc -
controls weak souls -
waves power
and tempts ultimate
domination freaks
- dangerous combo -
in a social setting
where the frail seeks
instant gratification
helped by modern media
and ancient sectarian men.

Mask

Masking the mummy's mask
is that the real me?
Wearing a sheer veil
is surely a way
to conceal terrified traits.
Camouflaging the funny face
cloaks my innermost thoughts
hiding them behind
a guise of utmost weariness
or a uncut happiness -
knowing the venerable veneer
will fool anyone and everyone
to the point of
this cheerless clown
laughing lugubriously
at the world and herself.

Bear within

Russian desire for Ukraine
nothing new
the bread basket of yore
still desirable
the czar's name irrelevant
Pjotr, Paul or Putin
Alas we will never learn
that men are powerful
warmongers
that men with little dicks
play Russian roulette
with fates of so many.

Eternal laments

Not sleeping is now painful
My brain is getting ffuzzier
Saying what I want is not comprehensible
And my mood swing totally out of whack
All I want is to sleep
And I cannot.

A birth

Giving birth to a poem
can be hard labor
creating it is fun
intense pains of
getting it on paper
requires an ovum
of foolish ingenuity
combined with hard
nosed boisterousness
a virgin ambiguity
a Fallopian phloem.

IA

Une belle dame avec merci
le cancer l'a tourmentee
pendant plus d'une annee
une femme a ete engourdie
par son esprit
nous etourdis - elle est la vie
et l'existance de son mari.

Ia une femme forte est sortie.
Sa famille, ses amis en deuil
un ame - imaginez - un glaïeul
dans les delais impartis
avec des fleurs
en pleine forme - elle est vivante
une reine embrassante.

Elle est privee et gentille
elle aide ses proches
souvent dans sa sacoche
elle apportait des choses utiles
avec un sourire
aimant la vie et la solitude
un etre de mansuetude.

Vive une femme
une amie
un etre formidable.