Wednesday, September 23, 2020

A brook's baseline

Vigga the Voelva sat 
where she mused
mostly during her life
near the little brilliant brook
She wondered once more
why life took these turns
she had a sensual dream
took her breath away
so vivid  the intercourse
with this somewhat vaguely
familiar nameless swain
awoke her senses - 
a rare titillation that 
did not leave her 
the whole day - odd
when she now was trying
to at calm her inwards
as she peeked up upon
the free floating clouds
she sought to remain
calm - impossible
something was urging her
to go ahead and fulfill
her yearnings - a futile wish
but still it was showing her
that she was alive - screaming
A woman's lot was not
what she had bargained for
when she was a young chick
at that time it was just
an ordinary bourgeois life
but because she was born
with a different view
she had to change into
an old crone who walked
around listening to people
and their stories sometimes
affected her so deeply
that she had to vomit their fates
out and spill the beans
into her writings of yesteryear
on occasion she was a shaker
and had wonderful memories
but lately dissatisfaction
delved into her inner mind
wondering vicariously
she was no longer herself
that was sure - scary - 
again at a albeit lesser crosswalk
yet the dream of sexual satisfaction
stirred her loins so deep 
of distant reminiscence
and yet so present so real
that for days she pondered why
not since Shmuel had she had
such fleshy feelings -
was it even possible at her age
to get the abandonment of youth
to repeat that urging longing 
of meeting another person's frame
and embrace the delights of earth
fire - flames even - to become
embers and lie in embrace
for the rare reverie of sensing
her own body against another
out of the blue - gave her hope
of the brush of a time to come
never to give up - just live
a lot and a little -  the waves
of the waters ran as it should
tingling against the embankments
- if you could say that - 
a brook's little digging 
the grass and the stones 
nature' command of passing 
the time taking care of life.
The voelva Vigga moved
and wiggled her toes in 
the wetness of the stream. 
 
    


Sunday, September 20, 2020

Les pas platanes

Les beaux platanes
leurs troncs se dépouillent
dans les couleurs grises
Timbrés d'une palette
douche et vieille
Le mois de septembre
apporte une verte
grisaille - c'est la seule fois
dans la année ronde.
L'hiver le thorax est nu
Au printemps un jade pale
En 'été - éblouissant éclat
Mais vienne l'automne
Partout à Paris - c'est
le match parfait.
Oui - ailleurs on trouve
l'abre platine
apporte une calme
et touche un pas passé
platane et pleine.

Monday, September 14, 2020

Evelyne

Une femme un peu puérile
s'est noyée - trop servile
avec un pacte de sa cadette
 
Elle avait un âme rempli 
d'un éclat (comme dit
sa copine) vers la lumière

Battue de son existence
Gorgée de pestilence
inceste - mari violent

Perdue dans le système
sociale - un anathème
fragile âme - notre soeur





Your fill in your own need

An invisible urge
To yell and scream 
Due to Covid 19
I must combat
My fervent désire
Instead of laughing
And mask my ire
Knowing that 
the invasion of hatred
of unhealthy living
is close to the matrix
of racial distrust
this me truly disgust
Alas no hope to 
find mirth today
instead of just
totally human decay
mixed with civility
gone haywire
humanity shows 
its distinct desire
of egotism plus greed
instead of happily
helping the need...





Thursday, September 10, 2020

Cathedrals


Houses of prayer 
homes of god(s)
somewhere I read
"Gothic catherals are 
the middle Ages
exorbitant penis extenders"

What make then
the other eras'
churches of worship
or minarets as a call center?

The synagogues of
yesteryear - no real 
phallus' symbols
adorn the roofs
since they were study rooms

Yes there were some
with towers and copies
of the vernacular modes
but not to that extend 
of cathedrals and minarets

The more hidden the sex
the more spectacular
the towers?
Just a pharisaic thought
on a Thursday afternoon.
 

Saturday, September 05, 2020

Odd thoughts

Jump up - jump down
drown
Ship in - ship out
about
Stay in - the cocoon
wound
Rub in - the sore
pour
Out the pain- in the
rain
and drain the soul
ghoul!