Une historie d'un moustique?

Un baiser dans l'air un soir
en été chaud au crépuscule
tombe sur ma vieille joue
sans que je sente la canicule
entourée de fibres féeriques
une fable au fond doux.

Mon bateau

Je suis comme une pantoufle
habillée en moufle
je ne veux pas être comme cela
assise dans le roufle
dans le bateau de la vie finie.
Oh Styx je viens un jour
pas tres lointain - mon amour -
mais je veux vivre sans
demain au futur absent
sur les vagues incertaines
les averses grêlées tendres
avec des larmes de fontaine
mon âme est a vendre
a la vie de bohème somnambule
et mon sort de vie m’éjacule.

Split

Staring out starkly
Posting nothing but piss
letting my thoughts slip
inveigling sadness
tearing apart a soul.

Thanx haiku

Old young flowers bloom
at the clan's dinner table
year after year - thanks.

Election elixir

The cool Nordic blood boiled alongside
with the brain's bedraggled fuzziness
Vigga the Voelva stared and swore
that this last election of the alderman
to the village's highest court was
more than she grievously bargained for.
She walked straight to her sister's hut
from her own at the village's outskirt
over the stream along the winding way
finding the wise woman Sophia
bent over a seid brewing darkly.
Good afternoon sister - what ferments
in your iron cauldron  - blasted
in elfish furnaces - a plum-colored
pasticcio of a momentous severity?
Well met, my sister Vigga, voelva mine
I hatched a hell-bent Nordic nectar
to counter the confounded election.
If you drink this broth with froth
you will forget the elixir as well -
and your brain will utterly obscure
not only the option that anybody had -
but also the people's chilly choice,
So do you want it, sister mine?
Tempting - the Voelva wisecracked,
but not enough to loose my loathing.
What-fore are you doing this?
To obliterate the opinions
of the pesky villagers - so we can
tergiversate their thinking.
Vigga the Voelva took a breath
turned before her sister high-born Sophia
and exclaimed suavely tossing
her long reddish white hair back.
That is not the way to do it,
Sister mine- you will fall a fool.
You must not do it even if you wanted.
Throw it out - now - fate is cast
and you know it willfully well.
The election of the new alderman
is neither to your or my likening
but people have chosen - so
dark destiny is in their own hands.
Vigga the Voelva went away
her head held high from the hut
where her highborn sister weighed -
and then did what she had to do.
Yggdrasil was indulgently irrigated
and her morning's musings
were annihilated with anger
but this action assured she understood.
Vigga the Voelva had hindered
her highborn history to be hacked
whether for the benefit of fate
or for the demolition of  doom
it would come at the end
the world tree would absorb
the lack of wisdom and dirt
- down in the ground a part
of the root system stopped
but next to the death grew
a new beguiling beginning -
in a couple of years it would
see the light of the day.

An Afterthought...?

War pictures shown
On the big screen
- terrifying
Poverty of dimensions
Heart curlingly horror -

But the sulphur mining
Conditions conditions
Java on the volcano
Made me boil.

This is not progress
makes me vomit
hating industries
forcing people to work
like less than animals.

Then later we forget
because it is convenient.
and yet with this
I shall mind what I buy
and my choices will
be more "green".

Thanks to James Nachtwey

Tuesday afternoon

Blank page - a clean slate
a young mind - inquisitive.
Alas, in uteri we scream
in birth - we truly yell
in an haphazardly way
we get born wherever.
Humans nurture nature
but nature nurtures humans -
will we be wiser than
our progenitors of yore?

Burried in the sand

An ostrich buried her head in the sand
wiggling her body around in it
all you could see was the bird's
feathered butt - dancing.

Two pence halfpenny (Tuppenceha'penny)

Two pence halfpenny
where are you now?
I was called that once!

Somewhere I do not
want to be - in a land
filled with bigots!

Two pence halfpenny
what will you do?
my uncle surely asked then.

Somewhere else
where my dreams
do not turn to delusions!

Two pence halfpenny
what is your future
dear little girl?

My "old'ness" years
I hope to live
in a village of my choice!

Ear worm - Inch worm

A ditty of a song
is an ear worm
over and over
in your brain
mine today
is inch worm,
So to rid of it
I youtube
Muppets -
Danny Kaye-
The great
Petit Charles-
how beautiful
little things are.


"inspired by an article in the Washington Post
Sunday November 6"

Election haiku

Orange leaves blue skies
picture perfect feeling worried
Elections are here.

Malbec - la voix rouge

Malbec
tu es rouge
dans mon petit ballon
par hasard
youtube avec Piaf
plus de 60 millions
Non je ne regrette rien.
Malbec
tu es rouge
dans mon coeur
en entendant
la voix de la rue
d'autrefois
ma jeunesse
Malbec
tu es encore rouge
dans mon corps
etourdie de la vie
douce France
la ou restera
ma vie finie.

Story of a rooster's luck

A rooster in Japan
yum yum
would be meatthree
yum yum
for lions and tigers
yum yum
in a zoo in Kyoto
yum yum
but thrice he didn't
yum yum
become meat
yum yum
so now he  is luck
yum yum
the feathers stricken
hum hum


Saw a story on the BBC's news about a rooster
who escaped from being fodder for lions  a few times
and therefore was inspired.

Hallow's Eve thoughts

Today
two books arrived from abroad
now I can get to read Italian
hurrah - when I have mastered that
in about thirty years' time
the next language might be
.... death,,.,