Friday, March 31, 2017

Real dreams

A title - a dream
Of love in a book
Transcends
A search for
A soul mate.
Not to be had.
Only partly.
Change of ideas
Rotten body
Images of youth
In akward flight
Matured manners
Resting heart rate
Lowered ideal bar.
Now the reality
Sets in seconds.
The romance
Not longer found
In a literal opus.

Thursday, March 30, 2017

Wheels

The wheels must turn
To surely earn
A hefty return
Murder mayhem
Just To twist 'em
War is grand slem
Otherwise no
Econo grows
Empires then blow
 Far from the earth
Down on the dirt
Money men's girth
Death to beauty
Nothing's fealty
Run - kabuki

Monday, March 27, 2017

Sticker

the trees think it is April
the humans hoist themselves
up from sleep to a dim day
faulty feelings of sorrow
go hand in hand

the flowers think it is spring
the impatient imps jump
to the idea of beautiful sun
thoughts thrown  away
from the fort

the animals think it is time
to seed securely their ova
in the bright light or night
poet's paramount worry
nobody cares

Sunday, March 26, 2017

Time and device

a circle and a twist
little mechanical wheels
spinning and chirping
ding ding ding
a whirl and a hammer
tiny machine-like balance
rolling and running
dong dong dong
a gear and a pulley
small oscillating bobs
twirling and curling
ding dong ding

(Maya's interest in old-time devices)

Saturday, March 25, 2017

Labels

Labels on people
put them in categories
where they may not belong
names on humans
place them in boxes
which are plainly wrong
so if you are so sure
that you are always right
someday in a throng
you may find yourself
to be one of the odds
too bad - ding dong.

For Mali on the discussion
of labelling people

Friday, March 24, 2017

Angelica de Catay

une dame Angelica sentimentale
refusant l'usage médiéval
après avoir bu de la rivière d'amour
elle picolait vivement
surtout sincèrement
du torrent de l'indifférence
en chantant: Rinaldo -
va-t'en -  ne dis-pas des calembours
sauf si un beau jour
tu peux accepter l'amitié
tu resteras mon grand chevalier.
Tel était l'histoire de nous tours
d'une partie d'Orlando
Furioso  - un héros ogival
- surtout  - la dulcinée estivale.


Thursday, March 23, 2017

Solvay 5

A picture of
Intelligentsia
in the world then
Triplicated
population now
Have we 
beaten that 
image?



Eine Freundschaft

Mein Herr Augustin
du bist mein Freund immer
aber deine Seele fliegt
von Paris zu Cazouls
via Kopenhagen-
so lange ich lebe
da bist du auch hier.
Erinnerungen sind
wie Gedanken
und wenn ich sterbe
nehme ich dich mit.
Die Kette wird zerbrochen
sondern
der Link will sich aendern
und
die Masse wird sich verwandeln
in die Luft verschwinden
und das Weite suchen.

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Nulla

Nothingness
noting
denoting
nihilism
just noted.

La sécurité

La sécurité n'existe pas
car on est des mortels
le vieux coeur ne bât
qu'une seule fois réel
(lement)
et mes mots sont fletriés
je suis un vrai guerrier
sans les grandes bretelles
avec un vrai désir de rat.
La sécurité n'est qu'une éphémère
je suis une poétesse - hétaïre.








Friday, March 17, 2017

13 steps

This is serious stuff
My phone's  counts
Steps and whatnots
13 is what it amounts
To - today on the dot
Lying on the grounds
Of my dining room table
Get off my duff and be able!!!

Rêves hivernales

Au pays de mon rêve
sans rien oublier
je veux m'enivrer
au bout de mon chair
dans les bras de la vie
avant que cela soit
trop tard - le train parti.

Le printemps arrive
et je me sens morte
quelle est la possibilité
que je m'en sorte?
La neige est encore ici
il faut m'arrêter d'écrire
me soigner - me lever
s/mon peau à reconquérir.








Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Snowday heart attack

Morning snow
off from work
sitting in my pj's
crick in neck
hammering heart
experiencing daze
Going to the ER
getting battery test
all day in a craze
Thankfully just
nothing at all
the folks praise
of professionalism
and listening -
just a pure malaise.

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

My room

The window personifies the eyes
the eyes are not always sure
of what they see.
The vent impersonates the ears
the ears are not always sure
of what they hear.
The walls embody the feelings
the feelings are not always sure
of what they touch.
As for smell and taste
I am the smell
Sometimes I taste bitter
sometimes sweet.
But it is my room.

In response to Virginia Woolf's
A Room of One's Own



Sunday, March 12, 2017

Nuts

Nutty nuts
Cannot be
Nutritious
Psychotic psychopaths
Cannot be
Psychological
Therefore
Psychotic nuts
cannot be
anything
but tutti-nutti.

( a terrible logical
mistake  a la Holberg)

Tuesday, March 07, 2017

Nihil

Found a post
no title
noting nothing
written
No more
empty poem
filled with
words
nullius
in verba.

Friday, March 03, 2017

Brain dead

If my brain is gone
then I shall not be here
if I cannot think
may I then have
ars moriendi fast.

Not the long one
but a short death
a last breath of life

L'chaim and then to death!



Vacillating

Should - should not
could - could not
may not - may
would not -would

will- shall
can - must
and negatives
plus positives

Vacillating
vicariously
playing fire
with life.

Wednesday, March 01, 2017

Springy spring

Feeling my age
I turn the page
no more dillydally
my own pep rally
life's too short
so I shall court
events and fun
I am on the run
from the grim reaper
he's my door keeper
but it is spring
I'll have a fling
with life and joy
all days are toys.