waiting for a doc's call

waiting for a doc's call
...
should be there by now
it is important to me
so what' the hold up
....
alas somebody else's
is just as necessary
wait your turn
.....
I am glad I am not the one
who decides whose need
takes precedence
......
waiting for a doc's call

orb is me

At a full orb
Houhoued lustily
To shock the lone
Mouse and friends
She winked
Back a long time
And I started
Dancing swirling
Remembering
At once who and why
But not how
Or vice versa
So to let out
Anger joy and
Just being me
Near the Orb

Poetess' lament

Struggling to find new ideas
to write about this or that
I do not even care if I fulfill
my one-poem-a-day spat
of a  new year's resolve
it was just a moment's pluck
and here I punish myself
adding a flag: a schmuck.

The Voelva woebegone

Bumbling over a branch
twisting her train of thoughts
Vigga the Voelva was
meandering moaning
her hurt and her mortal parts
the toes and their talus
she had to get away again
off to somewhere precious
her tiny so-called paradise
her patience was wearing
thin and threadbare due to
her fathomless fate and
the terrible torn times.
But she was in a bind
her daughter Gemma Sarah
was about to give birth
the voelva felt family ties
welling up from deep
a soul's shivering shout
that she must tarry hither
to help the dear daughter
but be stifled in her spirit
so she was admonishing
herself acutely and hard
It is only a minute moment
of her livable lifespan
as a mindful mother
it is auspiciously all right
for her to remain albeit restless
and help her beloved bairn.
The affliction in her ankle
subsided a bit awhile
however her brainwaves
boiled intensely internally
she bit her infirm lips
listlessly and a little lost.

A virtual date

Mon rendez-vous virtuel
Me donne un plaisir
D’amitié aimante
Et je t’attends ton coup
Chaque mercredi

Not a too significant day

Today's date is not significant
unless you die - you are born
or it is a  leap year

Today's date in history is
The call for help in Alamo
Andrew Johnson impreached

Adolf Hitler debuted
his new 25 point program
Gregor decrees a calendar change

Chopin debutes in Warszawa
Francois 1 was a prisoner in Padua
I proposed to my husband

Vignette from afar

Maxim’s in Rockville
Paris follows me
Everywhere I Go
Dancing, drinking
In the dream’s thrill

Miaulements - jappements

Des chats miaulent
pour des raisons de soi
des humans crient
a cause des maux
ou des beaux
souvent bipolaires

Des chiens aboient
souvent de joie
des gens s'enguelent
a cause d'orgueil
ou de l'amour
souvent contre coeur

Summer in February haiku

unseasonally
in February sunny
bees' search for honey

Dimitri - I miss you

Your mellow dark tone of voice

licks my ears - inserts yourself

Your Don Giovanni beckons

me to come to the window

Gladly I would jump!


Hvorostovsky in memoriam
and of course Mozart!!

Fake war?

Heydays display

an array of shadows

glows warmly

zombies dancing

prancing their souls

ghouls they are not

but sad dead meat

feasts on flowers

powering up their

fair dreams - delight

mighty hallows

shallow whirlpool

a cool scream - war

lore of fake beauty

 

Wtf??

What life has in store for me except death?
To the end of my days I shall fight
For healthy living without hate.

What life will still show me?
To dance and be happy?
Fun days and smiles

What life's surprises
To healing anger
For past faults

What dances?
To the end
For elan

Wtf

Nobody looks at you anyway

Self introspection hammers
the teen's heart so vividly
that everybody is looking at me

Mirror mirror on the wall
who has the biggest zit of all
drums through the mind

At twenty you know fully
that you are conspicous
at least you think you are

Your thirties and forties
spell out a different tone
you are ambitious with/out kids

Still in your fifties the self
is large but knowingly
you laugh at your ego a tad

In your sixties realization
kicks in and hits hard
nobody looks at you anyway

The seventies is yet the best
embracing who gives a fuck
I look amazingly well for myself!!

L'amoire de ma vie

Mon armoire personnelle 
a moins deux cotés
grande et volumineuse
ouverte et cachée
beaucoup des tiroirs
pas autant des mes années
mais pour tout expliquer
qu'elle fait partie
de ma vie privée
d'une odyssée flâneuse
des belles histoires
et des moins jolies
surtout terrestrielles
Une boîte d'une corbelle.

Thaw day haiku

warm winter thaw day
dark bed with budding green sprouts
gratefully alive

Burying my head under the wings of the Renaissance

You winged spirit of yore
help me just once more
so I can fly truly away
forget about the every day
the beauty I shall encounter
the horse that wasn't saunter’d
but can I ride it anyway
to pick my dreams galore

Pegasus your wondrous beast
where in the Roman forum a feast
of Renaissance men did you find
the ones that came after were blind
to aesthetics of smooth order
specially now with all slaughter
so my request has been declined
you existed - you were my yeast

Of Leonardo's horse I betray
my thoughts of riding astray
away now on gossamer wings
to lala land or just a fling
holding onto your manly mane
sensual figure with a brain
a woman's grip onto a swing
my ride will be just a play.

Valentine's reckoning

Valentine's day massacre
at a normal US high school
an American tragedy again
not a single Congressman
will lift a finger to repeal
the second amendment
seeping only blood money
through his greedy fingers

Never a dervish once more

dervishes prance their dream dance
to become enlightened - religiously
when I swirl in my imaginary waltz
somehow I just wrangle my corpse
from becoming completely obsolete
seriously comic or comically serious
some days I still dream of dancing
with my leader of the viennese
at sixteen when I felt like a dervish

Leo my leo

An  afternoon with you
Would be an intaglio of
Tinted curveous dream
Sfumato in the Tuscan
Countryside of yore
Where nothing is
What it seemed to be
Dolce  colori dimly lit
Water flow from a river
You would describe
Your take on nature
I would talk about
How your inventions
Your investigations
Presaged what is now
And I would invite you
To time travel with me.
You would probably
Take me up on my offer
Wanting to know
Another 500 years
Knowledge of science
Realizing that you
In your time was
The only renaissance man
And in mine too.

Argumentos - d"Artagnan

"Everything is an argument"
 a writer's tool of a help book
you have to have a beginning
an end - but first a great hook
Consisting of three elements
just to have it  well precook(ed)
ethos - pathos - and sure logos
in fair and equal allotment

Not forgetting all the segments
of some grand majestic gooks
Athos, “ethical" musketeer
plots  murdering the evil crooks
Portos, wine, women, represents
Sings loyalty to royal rooks
Aramis strikes a moral pose;
D'Artagnan's eternal laments.


In order for the poetess ability to 
remember the three modes of
persuasion she had to make them
into the three Musketeers plus
d"Artagnan for all for one
and one for all

Musings on fatbergs

Fatbergs are like big poos
they stop they materialize
but they show one thing
that we all have much too
much shit in our lives

Fatbergs are like big todos
they clog the veins of London
Paris, New York - elsewhere
so do not pour all the goo
down the poor drains.

Elixir della vita

He loves him
He loves you back not
No love between
The soiled sheets
Standing up
Maybe in a back alley
The semen flows

Her hands fumbles
Massaging the nipple
As she licks
Her lady’s clit
And she ejaculates
In tandem with
Her coming

He fondles her
Masterly
Beats her
While tying her
To the bed
Now he spurts

She licks
His member
Proudly
Getting hit
By a white
Watery fall

The poetess
Could go on
Describing
The fountains
Of elixirs
D’amore

The sordid
The hateful
The powerless
The “me”s
And the “I”s
Not the “we”

The loving
The greatest
The giving
relationship
That truly works
An elusive
Elixir della vita

An egg

Would you give an egg
for every season
For any reason
For the kids to be fed

Would you give an egg
For each love
Under or above
For the life we led

Would you give an egg
For the tradition
For your ambition
To be surely met

Would you give an egg
Just to stay alive
In or out the hive
For all we said

Inspired by an egg
Fabergé exhibit
Love’s tidbits
From life to death

A political comment

Hark

Bark

Lark

Snark

Hark the trumpets

Bark the hounds
Lark at thyself
Snark at others

Hiccup
Big stop
larrikin
snarky trump

Larmes du moi(s)

Je me suis réveillée
Un jour de février
Un peu plein de tristesse
Des amours perdus
Vrais ou perçus
De ma tendre jeunesse
Jusqu’à maintenant
Tous les amants
À ma laide viellesse
Je t’ai tellement aimé
Mon cerveau est percé
Encore ma faiblesse
Au lieu de rire j’eus
Des cauchemars dus
À un être de prouesse
Les hommes m’aimant
Sont des intelligents
Mon spleen me trahisse.

Daily routine

Too tired to do anything
Not even to read
Yawning
Yearning
To go early to bed
Tomorrow will soon ring

Doggie thoughts: Bonnie

My mistress - the tough broad
not letting me cross the road
even though
I wanted to go
into the woods
to find extra foods

I do not remember when
I was little and then
starving alone
lost on my own
a one-day stand
a buldoggie ham

Had a whole litter
some did whither
but most of all I
hunted and my
stomach empty
at times plenty

But even years later
with a family safer
I still remember
in dark December
that I was hungry
: the bunny crunchy

That is the reason why
when my mistress and I
go for a walk
doing just small talk
I still pull my leash
for the extra feast.

Des fleurs en Février

Il n'y a pas des fleurs en Février
seulement l'espoir de regarder
leurs couronnes leurs corps

Sur le hémisphère du sud
il y en a des fleurs en Février
ils existent fièrement là

Voyant à l'intérieur très court
leurs couleurs imaginables
me donnent quand même soif

de vivre violemment et fort
sans que j'oublie les nuances
offrant les fleurettes févriennes. 

Ma folle voisine

Ma folle voisine
comme je t'aime
ma petite soeur

Ma folle voisine
comme une reine
tu n'as pas peur

Ma folle voisine
comme t'es belle
pleine de rigueur

Ma folle voisine
de temps isabelle
sans le vrai bonheur

Ma folle voisine
tu te bats vraiment
un juste défenseur

Ma folle voisine
t'écris fièrement
un pur promoteur

Ma folle voisine
tu es suprême
mon âme soeur.

A thought of genealogy

From sisters and your friends
You can learn so so much
What to do what to say
How to really upend
Your soul and your galosh
at the end of the day
You must thus remember
You  are surely alone
Must stand up for yourself
When you reach September
You hit a new milestone
Where nothing is withheld
So the world should worry
All atomic grandmas
With issues of their own
Will forever carry
Their final enigmas
To the earth : their tombstone.

Hej du

Trøstende din søster
altid så betænksom
en rigtig god ven
håber inderligt på
trods alt og mere
at vi snart ses igen.

A change of mind

Reading the paper today
made me realize
to survive this needs
a change of mind

The news is history
of true dramatics
of humanity's inhuman
shameless behavior -

Not to be bogged down by
the everyday hazards
"la comédie humaine"
is theatre incarnate.

Reliure

Je relis un livre
si affreux dans son thème

je réfléchis ivre
Bloquant anathème

le destin d'un être
au fond des problèmes

La foi fait bien naître
Pas les gens qui s'aiment

le pourvoir singulier
la suppression suprême

les fanatiques mortiers
sont racistes eux-mêmes

(ecrit le 31.1)