Like daughter like mother

A daughter's drive
pushes her to be out there
to sing to dance to perform
what she dreams of
a street singer
a powerful prince
a lady of a lake.

A mom's yearning
prompts her by inner thoughts
to talk to fathom to to cheer
what she desires
a taciturn troubadour
a anormal noble
a velvety woman.

What is love?

A child - a woman -a man
humanity - animalia
the world abound
sensual love
parental love
all other kinds -
love is not ownership
love is freedom
poets in each language
have described love;
death of course
jealousy, naturally,
but love - oh fearless
feckless fucking love
cumbersome -
wonderful and everything
in between
that is love.

attitude

Imitation
A game
Of war
On humans
Uniqueness
A fact
Of love
In humans

On seeing the Imitation Game
About Alan Turing

A voelva's why?

Vigga the Voelva pondered pensively
"Why did the new  alderman get the votes"
She shook her mahogany mane
walking slowly with her stick
weighed down by subtle worries
that she did not even really recognized.
She knew her little town by the brook
was a heaving hotbed due to influx
of old manly testosterones mainly
and where were  the women's  votes?
She sought her sister the wise Sophia
but her sister was away on a retreat
she was too upset so she had gone away.
The voelva wondered wandering
and could not think clearly - raging
anger anxiously aware of her leaping lack
of utter upper hand - useless unforgivable
hopelessness spreading through her veins.
Voelva Vigga knew she had to stop
thinking - Why did not even enter
the foolish fobs' minds and  bodies.
Fairy fauns and eerie elves had more sense
than all aldermen put together
powerful positions - wherefore and why
only histrionic history would reveal
the tremendous temerity of the choice.

Rejazz

Jazzy tunes whirl out
into my little room
somewhere in the burbs
reminding me
Jazz in Copenhagen
summertime
overcast evenings
in breezy squares
or perfect light nights
where music reigns
whizzing mosquitoes
and a glass of life.

Phrase philo

Therapeutic phrases
love, thinking of you,
are needed in time
of sadness due to death

Counteracting words
hate you, go away,
are soothing in time
of anger due to frustration

Plebian swearing
sh.. and f..
are fitting in time
of hurt due to clumsiness

Philosophic vocables
axiom, theorem
are professing in time
of chagrin due to zealotry.

(For Alex)

Gossamer's day

Fucking cancer
slowly taking
another one!
Henceforth
I shall greedily
grab life
at its  thread
I shall remain
the needle
until
I run out of
gossamer
and then some.
No longer
will I deal
with difficult
people or pests
Smiles and
spreading
a filament
in form of
my poetry
I cannot
give birth
any longer
only
my thoughts
will have
happy wings.
Note it is
out of
style to be
content to laugh
I shall run
 a fool's errand
but so be it.
The clown's
fate and face
is holy
because there
is a solemn truth
yours or  mine.
Vita breve est.

Des souvenirs lointains?

Tu es dans un autre lieu
loin de moi
mon amant éphémère
un jour à l'autre
nous nous sommes
séparés -

La vue de harlequin
restera pour moi
une palette de
ma propre vie
car nous sommes
des amis.

Nos destins enlacés
s'enfuissent
transitoirement
à l'intérieur
se chauffant
les souvenirs.

Deux mondes

Dimanche -quelle difference
entre la banlieue en Amerique
et un petit  village en France
deux mondes incomparables
la seule solution pour moi
est de fermer à clé
tout à mon gré
mes pensées chaque jours
et reste divisée tout le temps
sans que je perde mes boules
ou mes sentiments complex
d'un jour à l'autre - en pleurs.


 

Un cœur blessé

Physiquement
De temps en temps
Plus fréquemment
Maintenant
Je sens un main
Serrant mon sein
Et surtout
Mon cœur
En sachant jamais
Quand ce sentiment
Revient boum boum
Boum boum.

Cette nuit le main
Est venu pendant
Plus de cinq minutes
Alors je me suis
Mis à mon portable
Tout d'abord
Essayant de l'enlever
Avec des pensées
Positives en vain
Boum boum boum.

J'ai cherché de
Regarder autour
Du monde
Qu'est-ce-qu'il
Passait -  des faits
Divers affreux.
Quel temps
En secouant ma
Tête dans la réalité
Ma machine bat
Encore un peu
Plus légèrement
Malgré la folie
Du monde entier.
Boum boum.

Ma messagerie
J'ai réfléchi
Est-ce-que il y a
Quelque chose
De personne
Que je viens
De quitter ailleurs?
Oui il était la
Mon frère adopté
Le sentiment
De la main lourde
Sur mon cœur
S'évanouit dans
Les nuages boum!

Nattetimereflexer

Hjemkomst fra paradisiske tilstande
Til et sted med tredive års liv
Første ting som hænder er
At min bihule fyldes op igen
Så søvnvanskelighederne
Som ikke var minimale vokser.
Det påfølgende viser sig som
En mental blokering af ånden
 Eller min sjæls dårekistes
Sidste nervetrådesstrækninger
På dansegulvet i en grå uoplyst
Sporvognsremise
En spøgelsestango hvor
Min kavaler ikke bare kunne
Chassere og jeg måtte lede
Mens der rundt om var mindst
Et andet væsen som gjorde
Sig de hæderligste anstrengelser
For at danse med mig
En edenesk tango på brosten
Foran en lille café i syden
En vild og vovelig dans
Min harlekin i drømmen
En farlig tvendedeling
Hvor den usynlige vindbøjtels
Fortryllende lokkemad
Om en dans til det sidste
Er en alvorlig levenmåde
Bonus ville være at
Bihulebetændelsen
Ville forsvinde og
Fysikken ville opdyrkes
Med trippende liv og bare
Gåture i en vegetation
Uden allergiprovokationer
Og fysiske belastningers
Dagligt underminering
En taktik som tapper et liv
for eksistensen er ikke mere
En mulighed - jeg vil leve
-så glædens hverdag(s)
Fortryllelse igen er mulig.
Måske kan jeg nu sove
Igen og drømme om
En svingom med latterens
Letlevenhed og hengivelse.