Friday, June 29, 2018

Commentaire des dés

d'une fenêtre on voit
la vie en passant
des gens des animaux
des autos klaxonnants
j'observe un peu partout
des gens enfermés
regardant dehors
vivant de petits dés

Mon tourbillon

Mon amie tourne en rond
elle court elle rigole
elle prend la parole
elle est un tourbillon
C'est facile de l'aimer
nous les autres êtres
car elle aide à animer
elle nous fait connaitre
nous même et plus
c'est son seul paramètre
l'amour reste son absolu.

À Julie

Wednesday, June 27, 2018

Mon doigt sentimental

Mon petit doigt me fait mal
tout un fait par hasard
mon corps n'est pas optimal
il se sens en vieillard.

Un jour de l'oreille ouverte

Un chevalier dOccitanie
fut mon compagnon hier
on promenait partout ici
bien un rêve non-linéaire
un jour caché d'épiphanie
on a vu - pas des ossuaires -
mais des êtres se promenant
comme nous embrassant le soleil
souriant  - surtout bavardant
en ouvrant nos propres oreilles
pour capter nos âmes cherchant
un moment de douche merveille.

Tuesday, June 26, 2018

Pensées amicales

L’amitié entre deux âmes
C’est plus qu’un grand amour
Car l’ami vrai personne ne blâme
On l’accepte bien au tambours
Si le duo se trouve en mariage
Cela serait surtout fabuleux
Une merveille sans chantage
Un don sûrement de vos dieux.

Sunday, June 24, 2018

A riddle

A story to tell
and I forgot it
A message to convey
and I forgot it
A serious thought
and I forgot it
A funny moment
and I forgot it
Who am I?
S(o) T(the)R(rascal)E(embraced)S(seriously)S(so)

Cazouls limerick

There once was a man from Cazouls
he loved to run like a bull
he chased the ladies
he plucked their daisies
he had them by his hands full.


Saturday, June 23, 2018

Un coté d'un dé

Impossible de décrire une proménade
un matin à Cazouls un été
il est surtout presque un robinsonnade
dont je suis un peu une fée
j'ai eu cinq rencontres d'histoire Iliade
representant un coté d'un dé.



Thursday, June 21, 2018

En slags midsommervise

Midsommervise på en anden måde
et sted nært til mit verdensalt
en aften med sang og dans
i en kulturomkranset gård
Gode minder fra tidligere fester
og nu igen med en storebror:
swing lille søster thi du er i live
og det er alt du har brug at vide.
En Midsommernat under
halvmånens festlige oplysning
gav melodierne slagkraft
og foer afsted til ære for
musernes fortryllende memoirer.

Wednesday, June 20, 2018

Une pensée saine

Ma santé est plus importante
que jamais
si je ne suis pas saine
je'n m'aimais
alors il faut être conscient de
se conserver
et -  ma vieille -danse pour
se presever.



Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Finire cosi

Finire cosi is very terminal
but with a question mark
the ball is in another court
in front of your opponent's

Finire cosi from Tosca
when her Caravadossi
killed in front a the squad
prompts her to jump

Finire cosi could end
an affair a business deal
the consequence is
of course sudden death

Finire cosi? will take
many a year to figure out
why things happen
when there is no reason

Finire cosi? a night's end
and another day begins
its turn and return will
fare like finire cosi


Monday, June 18, 2018

Han - Hun - Duo

Han:
Himmelhvælvets følelse  af
hōjhed skinner under
kvartmånens flimrende
fingerhår hvor vi alle er
minimalistiske sædceller

Hun:
Jordens faglighed af
nærhed gnubbes ind i
vejrligs magt af den
almindelighed hvor vi alle er
dualistisk hunkøn


Duo:
Symbiosens samdrægtighed
lokker for et samleje drevet
til evindelighed  af et eventyr
fordi verdensaltet ellers
ville stå stille og forgå

Sunday, June 17, 2018

la fin du jardin

Des fleurs fanées mortes
de mon jardin d'été
quelle triste vue
encore en plus
je vais les raser
voici commence désordre

Un jour agréable - bien sur idéal - mais un rève

Un jour où tout le monde se rencontre
où on se dispose envers les autres
d'une manière plaisante

car tous les habitants savaient
ils sont les ambassadeurs de
leur propre village -

ils se sont montrés appartenir
à presque un de plus beaux
même si on sait bien que

comme partout il y a
des harcèlements
des petites tracasserie

ou des gros batailles
des voisins ou des étrangers
ou des banals conflits


Mais pour une journée
il y avait du calme
et c'était un fait formidable

Saturday, June 16, 2018

Une idée perdue

Une idée d'une chanson
est perdue dans mon cerveau
je dois commencer
à l'écrire expressivo
car une mélodie serieuse
doit être au même niveau
hélas je n'en peux plus
je jette mes hativeaux

Friday, June 15, 2018

Une queue d'un paon

Les vignes sont vertes
de ma fenêtre en horizon
les bleus montagnes
un soleil vif et jaune
le matin commence bien.

Un jour comme un autre
sans que les faits se produisent
mais les aventures  brillent
dans les couleurs d'une queue
d'un paon qui marche fièrement.

Overhung

It happens not so often
but today I woke up
early with a headache

Two separate friends
at two different times
yesternight half a bottle

Will I ever learn
that I am not longer
springy and strong

I love admittedly
good sound wines
mayhap just a glass

Now and again -not
so liberally disposed
to which I must adhere


(famous last words)
Poetess comments before
anyone else does

Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Merci à un ami

Revenue au petit paradis
je me dis - mais pardi
pourquoi je ne reste ici
il y a des choses tandis
personnelles et lesdites
retrouvé un mercredi
chez un très special ami
je t'encore remercie.

Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Forgot allmost

My mission
I almost forgot
So this is a short
End a snot

Monday, June 11, 2018

Categorical defined

It is a shame that
I cannot be true
to truth - then
nobody can

It is a shame that
I will not be sad
to leave - then
nobody will

It is a shame that
I shall not be sorry
towards fate - then
nobody shall

It is a shame
that could should
must would - then
anyone abandons 


Sunday, June 10, 2018

Logorrhea?

A spelling-bee word
reminds the metrist
of her infamous quest
this year to fulfill
but she tries not
to be portrayed
as one with
a full-blown logorrhea.
That she has an idea
for almost every rhyme
or haiku or lyric
is not obvious from
get go - so
she sits and mulls
at the keyboard
and all of a sudden
it is finished.
This unfortunately
is not so - she allows
herself on a Sunday
 a bit of too much
words and thoughts
of her expedition
of verboseness
promising herself
that the next one
will be succinct.

Saturday, June 09, 2018

Messy table

What a mess
on the table
at which I sit
every day
a destress
a sure fable
being bit
by an array
of unthought
thoughts
of undone
deeds shunned
I am my own
and the things
displayed
are no clones
of strings
a barricade
against order
of the tallest mean
no hoarder
squeaky clean
I oppose
Me -  a jumbled pro.

Friday, June 08, 2018

The end begins?

Beginning of an end
a voyage waves and beckons
so many little details
a modern mensch
the phones the adaptors
the travel sets for flights
the Ipad/pod and the E-reader
the  electric toothbrush
the ...... all gadgets
that we cannot cope without
and lo and behold
it is a first world
traveling problem
and if I do not have them
all - so be it
because you only need
yourself  and your wits
plus a place to sleep
something to eat and
your loved ones around
Beginning of the end.


Thursday, June 07, 2018

A political irreverent comment on a bottle

the news and this president
a bottle was a precedent
a omen of a prescience
VP  is an obedient
copycat - a sad descent

Wednesday, June 06, 2018

new awakening

lights up - end is near
a period of joy and dumps
suppressed feelings

train is arriving -
taking off in the blue
wheels turns - prelude

Tuesday, June 05, 2018

On a mattress

Picture yourself
a young adult age 14
in a simple countryside

As all teenagers
you did not want to follow
your parents' advice

Wartime Korea
Japanese invaders
pick up young women

Train ride unknown
destination - killings fields
get dumped - humped

A mattress - a uniform
condoms reused
abused hourly

Very little to eat
eventually some meat
a co-teen who did not obey

Being beaten - assaulted
hourly by hundreds
venereal diseases

Blamed for not co-
operating - some took
opium to cope

Finally the oppressors
left and tried to
conceal the covert

How can the teens
live with what was
done to their souls?


On reading about Korean comfort
women in a poignant book
about the life of  teenager in
that "predicament" 
"Flutter, flutter Butterfly"
by Minhee Eun
Dedicated to all comfort women

Monday, June 04, 2018

reflux -deflux

Voelva Vigga had to reflect once more
why she really wanted to go away
she had nothing per se against
the woodsy land where she was
but her soul searched for something
else of elected or elated relevance
her needs were not met and for years
she tolerated that her soul lived
its years soullessly and sanely
but now she just wanted to fly
insanely intimately with nature
of a different kind - naturally following
the ups and downs of night and day
When chemically you have an action
she deducted that this reaction would
indeed indicate ceremoniously as all
synthetical compounds and implode
or alchemically explode one way or another
whether you added base or acid.
It was how she felt one morning
and she knew she had to walk wide
and mull meanderingly over this
maddening crazy conundrum
which comes sooner or later
to everyone in life, a crossroad.

Sunday, June 03, 2018

Rainy days bring on more weight

When it rains
it pours ( as they say)
but it purrs
in a different way
the intake of
calories surely stay
and the kilos
grow at dismay!

oaths and needs

Sworn oaths of fidelity and fealty
Words so dear and deep
Only work when they are meant
Or forget and weep!
Public service of highest and hearty
Means nothing and needs
To be severed when the servants
Make of the people bleed.

Friday, June 01, 2018

A retirement party

Middle school returns
Somebody retiring
Meeting ghosts
From  twenty years hence
Wow - where did it go?
Have you truly
Lived another lifetime?
My kids and their teachers
And somebody else’s too
Wow - where did it fly?
Seeing the band director
Par excellence And
some of the co-educators
À seventh grade dictator
A science and social one
Wow - where did it hop?