Thursday, May 30, 2019

Selfdecontruct

Sleeping too deeply
Overeating and drinking
Too much every eve
Not moving enough
Slouching on the settee
Having a lump in throat
All reasons to get up
And return to normalcy
Shall when descending
To “petit paradis”!!


Monday, May 27, 2019

Homebody

Homebody I am not
it drives me nuts
to be at home just
for one week-end
I am at wit's end
and cannot function
- how did I do it
for all those kiddie years

The kiddie years
I think  I thrived
on crazy challenges
running around
fetching/ dropping
my children to stuff
But now it is gone
only hubby and house

Housebody I am not
I am sinking
into depression
for the time being
for just living in
suburbia and respectability
And that ain't enough
Homebody I am not

Wednesday, May 22, 2019

Mosquito Mortal Morale

day one - evening
A live mosquito
on my bathroom wall
I try to smash her
She evades my hand
oh well she'll get me
eventually - not yet
day two - morning
still here buzzing
I couldn't see her
but hear her here
now and later she
ventured out into
the other room but
still not where
I am hiding -
she or I - we are
in mortal combat
knowing very well
that she will get me
ere I squish her.

Tuesday, May 21, 2019

impeaching

Impeachment is a serious act
If the Congress does accuse
It gets to decide yah or nay
But if the Congress does not
It condones and whitewashes
So it might be better to at least
Have on the books - on tender-hooks
That you voiced a strong distaste
For playing political games
Of thrones- of thrones of power
Of having tried to note notoriously
That impeaching a president
Can become a dangerous dalliance
But if not - catastrophic consequences
Abound and absolve absolutely not
A thing or a person for by standing.

Saturday, May 18, 2019

Anger

Woman
Omerta
Man
Enraged
Now!!!
Nobody
erases
my
own
worldview!

Tuesday, May 14, 2019

Yoga not!

Lament that yoga is not me
no - it is not - will never be
body craves something stronger
run or stretch - anything longer
so now I must get out and hum
ere I shall be dead and gone!



Saturday, May 11, 2019

Poetess' lament

Mulled wine mulled mind
mulled dulled punch line
I cannot even rhyme
except when I mime
dr Seuss and his enzyme
of word art just sublime
so my two cents of chime
won't earn a single dime

Tuesday, May 07, 2019

with no wit

Witty wit and catchy comebacks
Not to be sneezed at when found
It is just that the fact that I’m not
Fast or mine fall off on the ground
So when I try to be somewhat funny
It comes late or just simply drown.
Hence I admire late-night comedians
I applaud and chuckle at their rounds.

Saturday, May 04, 2019

yoga’s non yogi

Stillness’ steady steel
Forced upon body
And unstill soul
Mindful of not being.
A dichotomy’s deed
Must make an effort
To effectively fight
The brainwashing bred
For never stop relaxing.
It is so hellish hard
To arrest all thoughts
And just become
Your own body’s soul.

On trying to do yoga correctly

Friday, May 03, 2019

May day musings

A faery feast upon the image island
inside a hut of birch bark and barrels
a need for inviting and connecting
with olde friends of lore and yore
sometimes a lone soul of sadness
needs to come and chill cheerily out
folks of her own yolk of yesteryear
but she has to wait a while - where
fore she was down in the dump
and yet her daughter Gemma Sara
cheered her up by being cheesy
and breezy even though the former
fay needed more tender taking care of
because she had recently given birth
( the circle of love and life carried on)
The voelva Vigga took broad breaths
as she contemplated her two months
ahead of eerily lone erratic thoughts
of  faery exploding fatal deeds doomed
to fail along with the rest until - until
she again could contemplate her hut
somewhere hidden from everyone
in her immediate environment everyday
and she would then and only then
breathe breezily and bother about herself.
Now it was all her family -
she miscounted again mayday had come
and gone and she did not dance around
the usual maypole's stiff rowdy membrance
she did not even care -sad how wondrous
lady - Vigga the Voelva had turned meek
and followed the rules of the rear party.
But she had hopes that once in her
little hut in the wild woods of yore
she would then regain strength and smile.


Thursday, May 02, 2019

explosive example

Virtual virility
Is not to be sneezed at
It means you are alive
Healthy and sound.

Wished virtuously
That I could partake
In the online orgy
Cause I am living.

Hopelessly honest
My needs presently
Are fearless fucks*
In a bodily fashion

*Thanks to Erica Jong