St Kilda Pier

Water lapping gently

Along the inner pier

Waiting for dusk 

galavanting 

Maybe tonight 

The penguins reappear 

Like they do

Gallantly 

Year upon year

To watch the bird

Swimmers 

A desire of 

Modern humans

Connecting with 

Nature to

Nurture their souls 

Or at least their egos.

Currently still

Curious enough 

To wait - the chain

Unbroken- since 

Eons’ ago

An odd day

A tram ride

Out and away from everyone

On my own A l o n e

Sunny day 

Adventure starts

Melbournian travails 

Occitan heart 

Around my neck

Thinking on it.

A cappuccino 

Sadness seeing

So many memories 

aboriginal repression.

Culturally supposed 

Senior superiority 

On to other views

An historic walk 

Through film

From Lumière -

Saw t-shirt 

Now is the happiest 

Time

On the bank of 

The Yarra river

On the brink of

What?

A sensational 

Sensual stop

In another time

Alas these sex

Encounters

Mostly are

Created in

A carefree 

Youthful 

Yonder period 

When I had them

Both.  

Dreamening

So very apt

Here in Aussie 

Hideout within

Has been a hit 

Saying little 

Thinking so 

Much more

Observing 

A compulsive 

Obsession 

Reading the signs

Of the bodies

Before the term

Became the norm.

Three fishermen 

Trying to catch

Mullets? Mudsuckers?

For a river not 

A whole lot of

Boats bobbing 

River cruise line 

Announces

The upcoming tour.

Behind me on

The busy foot path

Humans walk

No longer 

In their Sunday best

But basically 

Just whatever 

Strike their whims -

Purse, trip, or 

Practicality.

Have since turned

Away from the sun 

Still leaning against 

The tall palm

In the shade

Of its trunk.

Across the water

On Fed Square

Music of much

Variety is watered

Down by the distance.

Lanky bodies 

Determined dearly

To haul nothing

Or bulky backpacks

An aim or without 

Just gobbling up

A great day’s

Complying wonder.

On to a new tram

Having been ‘home’

A cups dry tea

A few choco bites

Listening to 

Couple’s conversation 

Newly aquatinted 

First date??

On to my son’s

To meet family.

In an upside down

Country up and down
Kids upside down
Weathervanes up
flags on poles down
swans black not white
sun in north at noon
but love is not.

ukendte lyde

Lyde i et fremmed sted
Knirk knark knurk
Er som en ukendt agurk
På en mark tæt herved
Hvor lydene gror tæt
Fordi hovedet er træt.
En tilvænningsproces
Som endsige ikke nås
Fordi tiden er kompleks
Og dens længde forsmås.

Sangiovese 2012 or Isabel's blood

Drinking a Sangiovese
Given to me by
My sis’ boyfriend of
So long ago
That he would be
The second oldest
Living soul her excepted
Knowing me.
We meet because we can
Here in Australia
Or elsewhere
His wife’s roses
Stand tall and straight
A force  - a Scot
Gave me those red  -
Murder or wishful
Thinking or just
Friendship reigns
That is the Aussie
A thunderbolt
of love or hatred.
For me it is Venus
an ancient feeling
only to be found
whenever we meet
but for her I represent
the love that never
went away that
could not be beaten
therefore the blood
filled roses of yore
and I accepted them
knowing their worth.

Drag show

Drag queen show shows
the drags in all finery rags
the beauty of the body
the skills of the makeup
the dancing queens

Drag queen show shows
the drags are impersonators
we are drags pretending
we are not going out
the dancing queens

Drag queen show shows
the drags are not playacting
same personifying souls
they do not feign
the dancing queens

Drag queen show shows
the drags vividly honest
portray to the world
that all of us dramatize
the dancing queens

A great Dane remembers

Melbourne city reminiscing
a past love from Cambridge
when walking down
an anonymous street to others
I see his face his being
there that one day with me
where 33 years washed away
our souls were once again
intertwined and connected
only to be torn away
the next night -
his death ended the fusion
but tonight he was there
and I had not forgotten. 

Bubbles bubbles

Bubbles in a cauldron
fleeting moments of truth
bubbles to protect
kids from reality
bubbles bubbles

Bubbles in suburbia
fleeing moments of reality
bubbles to shelter
kids from happenings
bubbles bubbles

Bubbles at a discussion
fading moments of truism
bubbles to recognize
kids will know - later?
bubbles bubbles

Poetens sandhed

Poetens rolle er mangfoldig:
at beskrive et menneskes liv
eller en blomst, en fornemmelse
saagar en historisk handling -
men kun med aerlighed
og kaerlighed naar digteren
indtil sandheden -
dog er virkeligheden saadan
at den kan fordrejes
og er en fodrejse i sindet
saa enhver epiker har
sit eget  epigram -
en fyndig fortolkning
som kan accepteres eller
forkastes af modtageren
budskabet er en tidsbombe.

Une vue differente

Je suis une vieille femme superflue
j'ai eu mes enfants je les ai leves
alors ma mission dans le monde
capute - finie -

Je suis une dame d'un certain age
j'ai encore quelques annees
maintenant mon but est seulement
de vivre pour moi!

Tak til vejret

Idag var vejret godt
hverken koldt eller raat
men solen varmede
mig saa ganske flot
og sig fint forbarmede
at jeg foelte mig blot
som i et kongeslot.

jetlag haiku

Jet lag playing tag
Today tomorrow and more
Melbournian nights

a syndrome reappears

Sarasota spooks encore
Yesterday in the syndrome’s sphere
Could not find anything
Back on a vacation in one room
To when the kids were young
When I was younger.

But this time the illness
Was exacerbated megaly
Every minute was
“Where is??!??
And this time it was
At home within the walls.

By nightfall laughter
Became hysterical
And I was about
To pack up and ship out
Which is what I did.
Today wasn’t better.

A tempest’s brew

Wish I could write like Shakespeare
And do the motley fool’s thing
Of making fun of the world’s kings
Or comment on politicians’ sphere
Square and hypothetical humans
Of all races and nations’ brood
Till the end of my time’s cue
The idiocy of the pride of man
All the late night shows’ hosts
Are fun feisty heinous  and wise
But their jokes relieve no demise
They show often the world’s hoax
My musings reflect frustration
With the words’ load of impact
 the utterings of idiots’ thoughts
Are what the world’s stage wrought
And only stupidity’s pride is intact.

Desperate last minute preparations

Whenever you have to plan
be it a trip a dinner or a pan
of whatever you want to do
or eat with chewing cashew
there's  last minute brouhahas
and a tad even for food comas
so if you go to down under
you well better plan asunder
the party only works just if
your man willingly in a whiff
runs out to get last minute roses
adding chocolate by osmosis.
 

Thanks to Poul for always be a 
very accommodating runner

Daffodils in memoriam

We met when daffodils
were young
and we were too
now again the yellow
is peeking out from
the green
And you are gone
and yet
I shall go where you were

To me the daffodils
are you.

Liver or not

Haruspex’ reading
Has long threads
Of ancient divination
Spirulina says
The ides of March
Julius there’s danger
I read it in the liver.
Today the Voelva
Predicts not
Having seen deeply
Inside the rotten meat
There is danger
For someone who thinks
He is emperor.

Brewing of time

Brewing ale and wine
a task as old as time
whereas brewing words
on paper or online
are but  different accords
thus the fact of mime
this undertaking of slime
a recipe for the gourd

Philosophizing on brewing
is older than the written word

Earthlings earthiness

 Revolvers resolve   nothing
Revolutions rarely do
Murder and mayhem
Sometimes supposedly
Clears the clearing
Only to be painfully pathetic
And the killing kills everything
Woeful words hurting
The individuals involved
Can only grasp gruesomely
That the warring Wanderer
Has nowhere to truly tarry
And might as well wonder
What s/he is doing doomed
Among guns of ignorant idiocy
There is little lackluster hope
That the world will ever change
Mayhap it is for the best
Man has literally learnt nothing
Will forever eventually err
The morale is for us mortals
A reality of the day : we will die

A storm is brewing

wish that I were like Stormy
who answers every insult
with an elegant/snide brew

wish to avoid vividly
the unwanted proposals
the contempt and miscues

I need to brush up feistily
on my dormant language skills
and let anyone get stewed


"On reading about "Stormy Daniels' tweets"

Thoughts on opiods

Opiods and pain
right as rain
in a biped's mind
needs or wants
ends or founts
this is hell combined.

Stressed

Currently a lot happening
the duality of the ego
a truly infamous truth
sometimes I am me
at other times myself.

Bagdad

Fabled city of Haroun al Rashid
of beauty and bonfires
Bagdad - a bild of a city
a picture in an exhibition
with musical notes of Arabian flavors

Fabulous town of renown
now decimated daringly
of  lost binding hopes
in a city of war and mayhem
yet the kids play in the eastern ruins

Saw a picture today "Bagdad" named
the sand dusted color with
plots bots and polkadots
musical notes and winding bits
a depiction of chaos in harmony

A synthetic symphony  of yore
in 1258 destroyed by the Mongols
its heyday during the Abbasids
now again undesirably bombed
its imaginary beauty remains


On seeing "Bagdad" by Mark Tobey 

everyman/woman’s everyday choice

The art  of healthy choices
Is devilishly daunting
Do I take a pill to survive
Yes of course but
With a cautious caveat
Of accepting side effects.
Maybe I should gobble
A super supplement
To prevent as a precaution
A precarious disease
In the unknown future
With no clear sequel.
Or should I be like
a Christian Scientist
Who denies definitively
That medicine natural/
synthetic is evil and
only pious prayer prevails?
What confusing conundrums
For everywoman everywhere!

Mnemosyne's failure

Mnemosyne did something unusual
this early morn at my table
she failed me totally
none of the muses stood me by
in the hands of usual mundane acts
I took a pill twice!

Mellow Yellow

Threads of silk  combined
into a scarf of renowned beauty
the emperor's aurolent sign
of displeasure of a person
translates into a command
of auric self-assasination.
Such a beauty of color
for such a terrible feat
yet the sun is also a killer
this planet could not live
without the "yellow"  giver.

Europa - a dream

Zeus the conqueror
raped violenty Europa -
King Minos judged
the dead in Hades

Grecian democracy
lasted ten years
otherwise wars
ravaged Europa

Ever since so
is it a wonder
that people dream
of peaceful Europa

Europe split again
Britain and now
Italy's democracy
scatters the chimera

Rodina - the bear cub
claps her hands
hopes for the incubus
of self-loathing of Europe

and old hatred -  fear -
the "others" - strangers
the mirage of the desert
splintered Europa

Somewhere in the world

Somewhere in the world
a concert is going on
performers getting ready
to entertain

somewhere in Europe
attendees are driving
towards the goal
it is not a match

somewhere in France
Villeneuve-lès-Béziers
two people-my ears
my mind as well

Year one

A baby's first birthday
is an important one
in other cultures
that's when you start
counting so year one
is year zero -

All the grandparents
and adopted ones
were present
that's is important
to eat your cake
at age one!

For Sammy

bump bump

Banged my head
Kitchen door knob
Bump bump
Trying to bake
A lovely chocolate
Torta caprese
Bump bump
But a head band
Plus a cooling pad.
In oven and cool
Bump bump
After that hubby
Arrived home
Sat and asked him
To take out the cake
Bump bump
To cool the oeuvre
Fell off the heat pump
Hubby “rescued”
The smashed cookie
Bump bump

Gargoylian poets

Winding windy windows

in an old medieval castle

a grotesque gargoyle

an architectural function

of human foibles and fun

drowning out the slave labor

of stone cutters' dangerous job

Words wound up will

remain eternally dangerous

an uncanny understanding

of making jest of dictators

and their egocentric quirks

drumming up a storm

for the powerful to plunge