Wednesday, December 30, 2020

New Year's eve

2020 a time of shock
world vengeance to boot
cooking too much
people starving
and dying of Covid-19

2021 a time of hope
with vaccines out of trials
still drinking too much
(at least on eve of the new)
dying and giving birth

where have I feasted
in the past of New Years
in  hotels - dancing - 
tapping the night away
drying out and coping

where else - quiet years
not many - in air plaines
in NYC Times Square
Kennedy Center
cold with fireworks

so this year's eve tomorrow
will be in Covid's plans
I shall be home doing
tv - having a bottle of fizz
and thinking of you! 

Monday, December 21, 2020

Great constellations

On winter solstice 2020
One core constellation 
Jupiter and Saturn
two  phantom planets
encountered visually by
the earthlings vividly
in 1226 during 
the Albigensian Crusade
in 2020 through 
the Covid-19 plaque

from the Middle Ages
to the Space time of now
it makes me think thus
everything in between
a little girl of 5 
taken by her mom
at noon watching
her first solar eclipse
through a piece of glass
smoked grayish black
-
that's why today I applaud
that I can see this 
and make the connection
to a house somewhere 
in Occitania -that this
middle-aged village 
contains stones upon stones
and  this house was begun
around that time

so the starry combination
of two great Ancient gods
is a cool culmination 
what makes me happy
knowing that we share
all people everywhere
fates of humanity -
and humbly we should
embrace our smallness
amid a second of 
Gaia's part of the universe

Sunday, December 20, 2020

Finished œuvre

An old lady’s lament
With a twisted hell ring
Of a course towards
Dead corpse’ demise
Having fulfilled nothing 
Of her young dreams
A total waste except 
Her brood 

An old person’s yelling 
With a swirling dance
A body’s doomed bang
When hitting the floor 
Just a life in vain
Sans rien for show
If only - just vanity
Her ideas

Blending the two
Her kids and her chimes 
Will not double up 
Like the two planets
A phenomenon against 
The evening sky
Wondering like all
Her testament


Saturday, December 12, 2020

Saturday's little observation

Possessed by possessions
obsessed by obsessions
lost to loose losers
without withering
all human foibles 
are inhumanely humane
if we acknowledge 
with fail our frailties!
  
 

Friday, December 11, 2020

A fleeing instant

shadows on the wall opposite my window
mirroring the house I live in for now
how ephemeral  is this fleeting sight
it moves in an instant with the sun
never to repeat - not even next year
since this sight of sun beams of morn
will be different - just like my feelings
because I shall then be a year's worth wiser
(if I live that long) and the moment gone 

Wednesday, December 09, 2020

Horned hen

Horned hen - a total disaster
describing my ego's desire
when truly I meant raunchy
It comes and goes still
when I least expect it -
the olde female driving  or
walking - not when seeing
a handsome man or anything
just out of the thin blue
hitting red - yellow or green
not ham not egg just me
and my physical carnality.

Tuesday, December 08, 2020

The roles

The roles of our lives if we live that long
egg child adolescent adult senior - corpse
so an ovum takes on a sperm and evolves
into a child - babyhood - toddler - a kid
and then the biology kicks in - an ado
with all of the sexual complications
until at the middle of the twenties
one can feel semi-normal whatever or not
during adulthood you have ups- downs
all around and depending on your
economic status never truly static
because life isn't - that kind of smooth ride
for most - the one percent eliminated
and then the rest of us rich to poor
have the same fuss over love and unlove
whether trans bi hetero gay or lesbian
or the varieties in between - alas
rare have anyone had nothing to worry about
or if an occasionally so - he or she creates
problems of a minor to a major
But our roles of babies to old fogies
can change within a moment from 
one to the next company we keep or alone
humans are adaptable but frail 
and sometimes the weak or the strongest
there is not true role for the actor
we are reactors of our environment
heading into an accident - a reunion
the biology of the human will react
either bodily or with feelings - 
bleeding for boozing or dragging 
ourselves down or perhaps up the ante
it doesn't matter - we - people of the world -
will be a perpetual drop of humanity
hate love frustration obsession with colors
of all kinds and the sounding board 
around us called nature will react
to our stupidity and our unthoughtful ways 
so that one day tis world as we so call it
will vanish when our great great great
grandchildren are gone - they are away
we are away and the Gaia shakes herself
and starts humming and swinging again.  

Tuesday, December 01, 2020

Au "revoir" les petits monuments

mon cher ami je comprends
qu'on reste des copains
des enfants communs
sans que vraiment toi et moi
soient des bêtes attachés

mon cher frère dans l'âme
je sais que la vie continue
en chantant des  ballades
d'un alternative modèle
il y a des airs différents

mon cher pote des années
malgré mon quasi-attirance
on n'est que des bons amis
et pour cela je te remercie
de tout mon coeur pâli

un jour on se rencontrera
encore au joli printemps
avec l'espoir dans l'esprit
mais pour l'hiver venant
je m'arrête triste et morne