L'amour d'un frere de l'ame
tres prochement observe
je suis etonne de la ferveur
si tendre et nettement donnee
sans rien d'autre qu'un mot
une geste - totalement sans drame.
Un homme en train de mourir
l'autre un copain un voisin
pres de lui serenement comprend
que sous les ponts bien passe
l'eau coule - aerere - se vide
la vie est en train de courir.
C'est un amour d'autrui
qu'on voit entre deux confreres
l'un est concerne de cancer
l'autre de son ami favori
chancun fait se qu'il faut
la mort la tendresse detruit
Un symbiose de deux hommes
qui se connait depuis des annees
l'un etait un solitaire
l'autre un homme de famille
mais ils voient la vie trempee
des images chancun consomme.
Saturday, January 01, 2011
The List
To ignore or claim no knowledge
is sometimes bliss
but with the Washington Post
New Year's List
humor on the first day of the year
is a good way to grin and bear.
One item stood out for me
a Spamalot game of glee
The brits
always have wits
even during the German Blitz
all your endorphins adhere
if you just laugh and smile alot.
Remember humor is all you got
if everything goes wrong
2011 - ding dong!
is sometimes bliss
but with the Washington Post
New Year's List
humor on the first day of the year
is a good way to grin and bear.
One item stood out for me
a Spamalot game of glee
The brits
always have wits
even during the German Blitz
all your endorphins adhere
if you just laugh and smile alot.
Remember humor is all you got
if everything goes wrong
2011 - ding dong!
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Der Wanderer bin ich nicht
Ich gehe auf die Erde
ein wenig wie alle andere
leise und stille
ohne Macht zu suchen.
Ich freue mich uber
meine Kinder und Enkelkinder
dass sie uberall sind -
sie gesund und lebhaft tanzten
Ich bin eine Wanderin -
aber weiss noch immer
das Gluck ist ja - hier
wo ich bin, nicht da drüben.
(In an answer to "Der Wanderer" )
ein wenig wie alle andere
leise und stille
ohne Macht zu suchen.
Ich freue mich uber
meine Kinder und Enkelkinder
dass sie uberall sind -
sie gesund und lebhaft tanzten
Ich bin eine Wanderin -
aber weiss noch immer
das Gluck ist ja - hier
wo ich bin, nicht da drüben.
(In an answer to "Der Wanderer" )
Around the world...
In our little village house
quietly on the first floor
or
second one to some people
I just Skyped my beloved
of
so many years in the States
and asked him to call our son
on
the dot on the other side
of the antipodes- in Australia
via
Skype to then call me here
in the little town of Languedoc
shock
my father would have been in awe
of this technical evolution
an
amazingly fantastical spree
of human endeavour and wit
it
is a grand leap of ballet
alas our son is not available
cable
from my hubby in form of a text
I now can go happily to bed.
(Thanks to POUL)
quietly on the first floor
or
second one to some people
I just Skyped my beloved
of
so many years in the States
and asked him to call our son
on
the dot on the other side
of the antipodes- in Australia
via
Skype to then call me here
in the little town of Languedoc
shock
my father would have been in awe
of this technical evolution
an
amazingly fantastical spree
of human endeavour and wit
it
is a grand leap of ballet
alas our son is not available
cable
from my hubby in form of a text
I now can go happily to bed.
(Thanks to POUL)
For the Danes
What is it having a nationality?
Is it a language?
Is it a culture?
Is it having a country somewhere?
Yes to all those and more,
you see, the Danes have a Royal family!
Though it is an irrelevant institution
in today's world of presidents
dictators and whatnots
I think many people who are Danes
will tune in from all over the world
for the first time to hear
the Queen's new years speech
because now we can!
For the first time the Danish National Radio
a very powerful monopoly
will not block the emission.
Therefore, you will find me
at my laptop tomorrow eve somewhere
listening in -
she speaks a beautifully Danish
She is part of our culture
and she is our head of a state.
(According to Oprah we are the Happiest
people on Earth- go figure)
((Apologies galore, this is not a true
poem - just an immediate, intermittent thought))
Is it a language?
Is it a culture?
Is it having a country somewhere?
Yes to all those and more,
you see, the Danes have a Royal family!
Though it is an irrelevant institution
in today's world of presidents
dictators and whatnots
I think many people who are Danes
will tune in from all over the world
for the first time to hear
the Queen's new years speech
because now we can!
For the first time the Danish National Radio
a very powerful monopoly
will not block the emission.
Therefore, you will find me
at my laptop tomorrow eve somewhere
listening in -
she speaks a beautifully Danish
She is part of our culture
and she is our head of a state.
(According to Oprah we are the Happiest
people on Earth- go figure)
((Apologies galore, this is not a true
poem - just an immediate, intermittent thought))
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Good writing comes once or twice
Sometimes you read a book
or two - both earth scattering
the one a totally off-beat one
about a young girl and how she
fell into being a terrorist
not by herself of course but
by somebody who recognized
her moods for what it was
a lack to belonging
a missing out on love
brilliantly written
with all the newness and
slang of the young ones
viewed from the sidelines and
from inside.
The other opus was just
a chilling analysis
of four financiers around
the world crack - such power -
scary - when it is happening
again and again and again.
The last book took the author
ten years to create -
Lucky to have read both
too bad the exhilaration
of reading such good stuff
only comes onces or twice a year.
(Reading: Apocalypse bebe and
The lords of Finance.)
or two - both earth scattering
the one a totally off-beat one
about a young girl and how she
fell into being a terrorist
not by herself of course but
by somebody who recognized
her moods for what it was
a lack to belonging
a missing out on love
brilliantly written
with all the newness and
slang of the young ones
viewed from the sidelines and
from inside.
The other opus was just
a chilling analysis
of four financiers around
the world crack - such power -
scary - when it is happening
again and again and again.
The last book took the author
ten years to create -
Lucky to have read both
too bad the exhilaration
of reading such good stuff
only comes onces or twice a year.
(Reading: Apocalypse bebe and
The lords of Finance.)
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Same old stuff
Reading a book about the young uns'
the drug culture of Europe
of how sex and waywards teens
try to make sense of their world -
is it different from mine?
I know I was protected
in more ways than one
maybe naive - perhaps I avoided the trap
because I knew that if I gambled
I couldn't stop - if I drugged
I wouldn't be able to stop
granted I still have a vice or two
but who hasn't
if you didn't I'd worry
then you would not be human
and I claim to be one.
the drug culture of Europe
of how sex and waywards teens
try to make sense of their world -
is it different from mine?
I know I was protected
in more ways than one
maybe naive - perhaps I avoided the trap
because I knew that if I gambled
I couldn't stop - if I drugged
I wouldn't be able to stop
granted I still have a vice or two
but who hasn't
if you didn't I'd worry
then you would not be human
and I claim to be one.
Every day in the village
Ten o'clock in the morning
I am still sitting in my pj
it is a different lifestyle
it is a relaxed, boring day
where anything can happen
earth scattering, or not
a heart attack, a chance meeting
a walk, solve the Gordian knot
whatever it may bring
of good tidings or bad
I shall cherish it forever
because it is a day to be had.
I am still sitting in my pj
it is a different lifestyle
it is a relaxed, boring day
where anything can happen
earth scattering, or not
a heart attack, a chance meeting
a walk, solve the Gordian knot
whatever it may bring
of good tidings or bad
I shall cherish it forever
because it is a day to be had.
Monday, December 27, 2010
Decisions - New Year??
What good does it do
when you turn into the other you
and change into strange forms
nothing to the current day "norms"
we know that their range
flips like stocks on the exchange
each median is preferred
although I truly wish I deferred
a behavior is detrimental
to myself - a change transcendental
is needed to become who I am
a wise mature, not crazy,a funny femme.
when you turn into the other you
and change into strange forms
nothing to the current day "norms"
we know that their range
flips like stocks on the exchange
each median is preferred
although I truly wish I deferred
a behavior is detrimental
to myself - a change transcendental
is needed to become who I am
a wise mature, not crazy,a funny femme.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Taste or no?
The deserted almond tree hangs heavily
with its oblong fruits of lore
to a non botanically inclined
it looks like somebody forgot the almonds
but knowing that there are two kinds
the edible ones and the bitter ditto
it is possible that they are the poisonous ones
Although walking along the almond alley
it is tempting not to pick some of the fruits.
They lie all over the trail, just like the
olives that are now black and if you try
to munch on them they taste horrible.
A fault of nature? Or like herbivores
we should take care what we eat.
Strange emotions going along this trodden
wintry blazing morn seeing so clear
the mountains from afar - a moment
where the earth, wind and fire bred
water in the mouth - yet I resisted
and only dreamt of those coming before
and those coming after - a Faustian moment
almost - it was too cold for that.
with its oblong fruits of lore
to a non botanically inclined
it looks like somebody forgot the almonds
but knowing that there are two kinds
the edible ones and the bitter ditto
it is possible that they are the poisonous ones
Although walking along the almond alley
it is tempting not to pick some of the fruits.
They lie all over the trail, just like the
olives that are now black and if you try
to munch on them they taste horrible.
A fault of nature? Or like herbivores
we should take care what we eat.
Strange emotions going along this trodden
wintry blazing morn seeing so clear
the mountains from afar - a moment
where the earth, wind and fire bred
water in the mouth - yet I resisted
and only dreamt of those coming before
and those coming after - a Faustian moment
almost - it was too cold for that.
Pompei's ruins
Money siphoned suspect
from maintenance every day
so the House of Gladiators
fell due to neglect,
said the old curator.
On the UNESCO list
of worthy antiquities
rather than saving the decay
dig down - find newsworthy stuff
who cares about what we have!
This is an attitude - enough
of infamous lackadaisial apathies
from the authorities of Rome
what if is were St Peter's dome?
from maintenance every day
so the House of Gladiators
fell due to neglect,
said the old curator.
On the UNESCO list
of worthy antiquities
rather than saving the decay
dig down - find newsworthy stuff
who cares about what we have!
This is an attitude - enough
of infamous lackadaisial apathies
from the authorities of Rome
what if is were St Peter's dome?
Thursday, December 23, 2010
A Yule -wish
The yuletide was here - everything in place
except the spirit - she was not in the mood
she was anything but - tomorrow it would come
these festive days of family and friendship
yet something was missing this time
and Vigga the Volva wanted so badly for it
not to materialize - like another tide
where somebody else's spirit left the earth
she was not usually praying
but this year she almost wished
she could - wait until the new year
to join the brigades of all who went before
cause so many were dependant in some way
stronger than any of the clan -
due to free flying ways with no strings
and yet - she mused we all have these
strange wondrous ties swirling around
our utterly egotistical egos
wherewithall we bind ourselves to
our free-for-all chosen friends
or for better or worse our families
whom we cannot choose in any way.
A Bergen-Belsen prisoner-of-war
was equally thin to our dear friend
fighting beyond - the doctors warrant
no more can be done - unless a miracle
and who truly believe in those
once you have gone through a lot of time
Vigga the Volva groaned inwardly;
no prayer - just action of some oddball
genetic function of medicine
plus the patient's belief to be better
although we all know which way
we are happily going towards
and whether death was a he or a she
or an it - it was for every gene
the only possible outcome of life -
consequently she bowed to the great mother
and said these slim, slender words,
Please do not let him suffer needlessly
and let him expire when the sand
in your glass runs out - although
she smiled through tears
her friend would probably had put it -
let me go when the last drop
of the gorgeous mellow red wine
has run through my throat
and I have savoured it fully.
except the spirit - she was not in the mood
she was anything but - tomorrow it would come
these festive days of family and friendship
yet something was missing this time
and Vigga the Volva wanted so badly for it
not to materialize - like another tide
where somebody else's spirit left the earth
she was not usually praying
but this year she almost wished
she could - wait until the new year
to join the brigades of all who went before
cause so many were dependant in some way
stronger than any of the clan -
due to free flying ways with no strings
and yet - she mused we all have these
strange wondrous ties swirling around
our utterly egotistical egos
wherewithall we bind ourselves to
our free-for-all chosen friends
or for better or worse our families
whom we cannot choose in any way.
A Bergen-Belsen prisoner-of-war
was equally thin to our dear friend
fighting beyond - the doctors warrant
no more can be done - unless a miracle
and who truly believe in those
once you have gone through a lot of time
Vigga the Volva groaned inwardly;
no prayer - just action of some oddball
genetic function of medicine
plus the patient's belief to be better
although we all know which way
we are happily going towards
and whether death was a he or a she
or an it - it was for every gene
the only possible outcome of life -
consequently she bowed to the great mother
and said these slim, slender words,
Please do not let him suffer needlessly
and let him expire when the sand
in your glass runs out - although
she smiled through tears
her friend would probably had put it -
let me go when the last drop
of the gorgeous mellow red wine
has run through my throat
and I have savoured it fully.
French food
Why do the Americans rarely cook
with spirits and wine
but use sugar and starch
when the job could be divine
food should be an art
we eat and we depart
food and fun entwine
surely by hook or by crook.
The French have a la carte
it is now truly enshrined
on the intangibles dines
just look at their design
for simple calorie chart
it may not go by the book
but oh how it tastes sublime.
with spirits and wine
but use sugar and starch
when the job could be divine
food should be an art
we eat and we depart
food and fun entwine
surely by hook or by crook.
The French have a la carte
it is now truly enshrined
on the intangibles dines
just look at their design
for simple calorie chart
it may not go by the book
but oh how it tastes sublime.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
More on toes
Wine drinking "a l'ancienne"
will do bad things
if you forget to drink water
it will hurt - bing.
Whatever you do swallowing
that beauty of Faugeres
be sure cleanser is following
"old time" gout can you impair.
will do bad things
if you forget to drink water
it will hurt - bing.
Whatever you do swallowing
that beauty of Faugeres
be sure cleanser is following
"old time" gout can you impair.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Triple sec!
Triple occasion to celebrate
400 years ago - today
winter solstice
full moon
lunar eclipse
full of mysteries
Triple occasion to celebrate
100 years from now
again it will happen
to be alive
on this day is a gift
full of enjoyments
Triple occasion to celebrate
400 years ago - today
winter solstice
full moon
lunar eclipse
full of mysteries
Triple occasion to celebrate
100 years from now
again it will happen
to be alive
on this day is a gift
full of enjoyments
Triple occasion to celebrate
Monday, December 20, 2010
Toetally Holiday Time
An infected toe hurts much
so instead of a productive night
I spent it with foot in water
in front of the telly -
just when I needed to run around
and prepare for Christmas
So whatever will be it will
be a toetally holiday.
so instead of a productive night
I spent it with foot in water
in front of the telly -
just when I needed to run around
and prepare for Christmas
So whatever will be it will
be a toetally holiday.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Your wish my command!
Lasagna, mama, would be nice
ok what else for tonight?
something easy for dessert?
a sweet and juicy concert
consisting of apples galore
a spirit blend for the corps!
so dinner has to be started
whether or not tried uncharted!
ok what else for tonight?
something easy for dessert?
a sweet and juicy concert
consisting of apples galore
a spirit blend for the corps!
so dinner has to be started
whether or not tried uncharted!
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Angels in the Village
There are angels all over
but most of all in our village
people care - they mind
they are just one of a kind.
Their good deeds glow
warmly, snugly, a silage
holiday spirits intertwined
with jolly local wines!
but most of all in our village
people care - they mind
they are just one of a kind.
Their good deeds glow
warmly, snugly, a silage
holiday spirits intertwined
with jolly local wines!
Friday, December 10, 2010
Her majesty our dog!
Shopping with daughter exhausting
nothing fitted either of us
we tried - we laughed - we (almost) cried.
We did get one item - for the dog
four little shoes for her cold little feet
for her morning walk when it is too cold
and she refuses to go more than one house away.
Great success - two adult women could not
put one shoe on the bitch
she only wanted to rip it and them apart.
Just like us she did not like the fit
and we had a big discussion
whether they would be pink or purple
to lessen the embarrassment factor.
She just got herself four new purple chews
and not for her cold feet - four new shoes
did not get approved by her majesty!
nothing fitted either of us
we tried - we laughed - we (almost) cried.
We did get one item - for the dog
four little shoes for her cold little feet
for her morning walk when it is too cold
and she refuses to go more than one house away.
Great success - two adult women could not
put one shoe on the bitch
she only wanted to rip it and them apart.
Just like us she did not like the fit
and we had a big discussion
whether they would be pink or purple
to lessen the embarrassment factor.
She just got herself four new purple chews
and not for her cold feet - four new shoes
did not get approved by her majesty!
Thursday, December 09, 2010
A hand in it all
Serious interlude at the hand specialist'
A violinist couldn't play the instrument
due to overuse, bad playing schedule
and just plain mismanagement -
another broken arm in soccer a young girl
whose dreams of popping the ball went haywire
a guy who was one of those charmers
that you just had to see in action to know
that he was like silly putty, you could never
hold him down - under no circumstance
come to find out that due to his wife's disease
he is actually trying to care a lot.
Another who had Lyme's disease and arthritis
tried hard to do what the specialist required.
The latter's story was also interesting
both she and her brother got involved
in trying to soothe anybody's hands
due to their mother's terrible fight with
arthritis and hopeless situation.
We are what we grow up to become
nothing more nothing less - amazingly simple,
something so easily picked up most handily!
A violinist couldn't play the instrument
due to overuse, bad playing schedule
and just plain mismanagement -
another broken arm in soccer a young girl
whose dreams of popping the ball went haywire
a guy who was one of those charmers
that you just had to see in action to know
that he was like silly putty, you could never
hold him down - under no circumstance
come to find out that due to his wife's disease
he is actually trying to care a lot.
Another who had Lyme's disease and arthritis
tried hard to do what the specialist required.
The latter's story was also interesting
both she and her brother got involved
in trying to soothe anybody's hands
due to their mother's terrible fight with
arthritis and hopeless situation.
We are what we grow up to become
nothing more nothing less - amazingly simple,
something so easily picked up most handily!
Today December 9
Today is the day in math
when my son is half as old as I am
or I am double his age
it will never happen again.
Strangely wonderful
or oddly horrible
but anyway - Lots of thoughts
to the day I became a mother
and I was finally a grown up!
A memorable thought
an accounting moment!
when my son is half as old as I am
or I am double his age
it will never happen again.
Strangely wonderful
or oddly horrible
but anyway - Lots of thoughts
to the day I became a mother
and I was finally a grown up!
A memorable thought
an accounting moment!
Tuesday, December 07, 2010
The eon's wonder
Strange interludes
on emails - ( an aside) could have been snail mail
meetings between trips and what-nots
(another aside) photos reminds us of "ancient" meet
here and there from one end of the world to the other
(a third aside) two thoughts almost simultaneously
without even realizing that two souls are interconnected
(a final realization) just relaxing
in time - in space - on earth - in the fourth dimension
standing talking in water one summer's day
chattering away in a park somewhere
Nothing more wonderful.
on emails - ( an aside) could have been snail mail
meetings between trips and what-nots
(another aside) photos reminds us of "ancient" meet
here and there from one end of the world to the other
(a third aside) two thoughts almost simultaneously
without even realizing that two souls are interconnected
(a final realization) just relaxing
in time - in space - on earth - in the fourth dimension
standing talking in water one summer's day
chattering away in a park somewhere
Nothing more wonderful.
Monday, December 06, 2010
Frosty freedom
A wondrous winter day somewhere
where everything was seemingly calm
and joyful and bountiful
the bare trees swayed lightly
in the frosty frigid wind
the people walking put up their coats
scarves and hats were well worn
sheltering their bare spots of flesh
only the front part - noses
eyes and not even mouths nor ears
let alone a bare head with hair or not
were showing - they could all have been
from another culture - another world
and at that moment in time it was ok
to shelter yourself - opposite summer
where most from the western world
would cry wolf if they saw somebody
decked like themselves on a cold winter day.
An utilitarian utopia - where everybody
must be more of the same...
where everything was seemingly calm
and joyful and bountiful
the bare trees swayed lightly
in the frosty frigid wind
the people walking put up their coats
scarves and hats were well worn
sheltering their bare spots of flesh
only the front part - noses
eyes and not even mouths nor ears
let alone a bare head with hair or not
were showing - they could all have been
from another culture - another world
and at that moment in time it was ok
to shelter yourself - opposite summer
where most from the western world
would cry wolf if they saw somebody
decked like themselves on a cold winter day.
An utilitarian utopia - where everybody
must be more of the same...
Sunday, December 05, 2010
Santa's Washington Refrain
Hey - ho - hey ho
tax-cuts for the rich - no go
blackberry's and diamonds and Veuves Cliquots
Hey ho
tax-cuts for the rich - no go
blackberry's and diamonds and Veuves Cliquots
Hey ho
Wednesday, December 01, 2010
WikiLeaks!
WikiLeaks - class act or not?
An informed public - is that better
or worse than an uninformed one?
Why pursue the messenger
when it is really the message
somebody is not sending!
To inform is to educate
and to educate is to know
without wisdom and knowledge
how can we now exist?
We have turmoils and twists
plus dictators and whispers!
I'd rather have more info
and the right to be in the know
I will wage you that even
when people can download leaks
there will not be revolution
but outrage and then pause.
Evolution and truth deserves
a life of its own - to leak
or not to paraphrase is the question
but I'd rather see honesty
and transparency in vogue
than irresponsible ignorance.
(Not really a poem - just a
virtual wiki thought!)
An informed public - is that better
or worse than an uninformed one?
Why pursue the messenger
when it is really the message
somebody is not sending!
To inform is to educate
and to educate is to know
without wisdom and knowledge
how can we now exist?
We have turmoils and twists
plus dictators and whispers!
I'd rather have more info
and the right to be in the know
I will wage you that even
when people can download leaks
there will not be revolution
but outrage and then pause.
Evolution and truth deserves
a life of its own - to leak
or not to paraphrase is the question
but I'd rather see honesty
and transparency in vogue
than irresponsible ignorance.
(Not really a poem - just a
virtual wiki thought!)
Monday, November 29, 2010
A somewhat Christmassy poem
Where have I been today
out and about - inside my hide
doesn't matter either way
I exist I breathe I fly
on my imaginary wings of late
my dreams are not a waste
but help me keep me sane
humor is about being humane
If I cannot laugh of my self
I would not believe in Santa's Elf.
out and about - inside my hide
doesn't matter either way
I exist I breathe I fly
on my imaginary wings of late
my dreams are not a waste
but help me keep me sane
humor is about being humane
If I cannot laugh of my self
I would not believe in Santa's Elf.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Ensenhamen
Lessons in courtly behavior
is needed even more so today
it makes you a pure engraver
because you are your fellow
that's all - tweet - hello!
(Trying to tweet as well as instruct)
is needed even more so today
it makes you a pure engraver
because you are your fellow
that's all - tweet - hello!
(Trying to tweet as well as instruct)
Friday, November 26, 2010
My view of burlesque
A picaresque burlesque
Thi's the humanity's dossier
of seedy costumes fun part
wriggling, dancing away?
but a grotesque burlesque
meat and boobs on display
smokey rooms and bars
a cannery of instant replay
a certain Kafkaesque burlesque
with the thirties cabaret
little interest in their art
their patrons' drinking convey
Romanesque burlesque
Dreams of going to Broadway
the reality of a la carte
oft a sleazy ending to a soiree
alas no statuesque burlesque
some people make it ahead
whereas many do not take part
in the dream lights but drop dead
a masked carnival burlesque.
(inspired by "Burlesque" and
Gypsy Rose Lee")
Thi's the humanity's dossier
of seedy costumes fun part
wriggling, dancing away?
but a grotesque burlesque
meat and boobs on display
smokey rooms and bars
a cannery of instant replay
a certain Kafkaesque burlesque
with the thirties cabaret
little interest in their art
their patrons' drinking convey
Romanesque burlesque
Dreams of going to Broadway
the reality of a la carte
oft a sleazy ending to a soiree
alas no statuesque burlesque
some people make it ahead
whereas many do not take part
in the dream lights but drop dead
a masked carnival burlesque.
(inspired by "Burlesque" and
Gypsy Rose Lee")
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Poor humanity
Rape and mayhem of the world
are statistics to some
to others a pure reality
somewhere it's a repercussion
of the way people interact.
When they want control
over others - men they shoot
women they just rape -
and then make the men children
into forced kid soldiers.
At home it happens too
more frequently than you think
in the "enlightened" society
domineering others
to the nth degree -
manipulation of the brains
and the sexual organs -
fellow man, woman or child
in the name of for your own good
a vicious terrible circle
is commenced or continued.
Humanity is so inhumane!
(To comment Eve Ensler's report
of rape in Congo)
are statistics to some
to others a pure reality
somewhere it's a repercussion
of the way people interact.
When they want control
over others - men they shoot
women they just rape -
and then make the men children
into forced kid soldiers.
At home it happens too
more frequently than you think
in the "enlightened" society
domineering others
to the nth degree -
manipulation of the brains
and the sexual organs -
fellow man, woman or child
in the name of for your own good
a vicious terrible circle
is commenced or continued.
Humanity is so inhumane!
(To comment Eve Ensler's report
of rape in Congo)
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Le pauvre President!
You are a paedophile -
intended wording - puerile.
The difference assured
under stress - endures
Sarkozy's presidential gaffe
a not-so-lucky epitaph.
intended wording - puerile.
The difference assured
under stress - endures
Sarkozy's presidential gaffe
a not-so-lucky epitaph.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Totally weird post
A voice of a different tone
wrote and a whole life bemoaned
away from grief and exposed
himself in a weird prose
defensive as hell - OK
so what does he want to-day?
A point you want to get across
just be aware - you are not my boss
but somebody I have barely met
and you are certainly out to get
your family's viewpoint, dear,
I do not give a fig, you hear.
We both have the story secondhand
and if you profess to be the one man band
go ahead, be my guest - but you
label yourself with a lot of goo
none of us really knows the true truth
so your letter is going to the roof
top with the rest of the ashes
your letter - flown and splashes.
wrote and a whole life bemoaned
away from grief and exposed
himself in a weird prose
defensive as hell - OK
so what does he want to-day?
A point you want to get across
just be aware - you are not my boss
but somebody I have barely met
and you are certainly out to get
your family's viewpoint, dear,
I do not give a fig, you hear.
We both have the story secondhand
and if you profess to be the one man band
go ahead, be my guest - but you
label yourself with a lot of goo
none of us really knows the true truth
so your letter is going to the roof
top with the rest of the ashes
your letter - flown and splashes.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Turkey's demise
When a person gobbles a turkey
at Thanksgiving dinner
she or he knows the murky
story of the bird's inner.
The turkey is dead and gone
when you swallow the meat
but the taste on the way down
tell tales of ancient meets
Each bird that we digest
is a token of American values
at our national bird's behest
stuffing me please with cashews
Enjoy me when I am sizzling
or even the day after when cold
think of my breast, thighs drizzling
I served you twofold.
I gathered people in peace
Pilgrims and Indians both
I serve as a conversation piece
while gliding down your throat.
(Inspired by Jack Prelutsky)
at Thanksgiving dinner
she or he knows the murky
story of the bird's inner.
The turkey is dead and gone
when you swallow the meat
but the taste on the way down
tell tales of ancient meets
Each bird that we digest
is a token of American values
at our national bird's behest
stuffing me please with cashews
Enjoy me when I am sizzling
or even the day after when cold
think of my breast, thighs drizzling
I served you twofold.
I gathered people in peace
Pilgrims and Indians both
I serve as a conversation piece
while gliding down your throat.
(Inspired by Jack Prelutsky)
Friday, November 19, 2010
Friday sentiments gone
Fast dinner preparation
due to a preset arrangement
on a Friday night
yields an unsatisfactory sentiment
of family neglect
Regrets are for the needy of a bad conscience
Of feudal narrowness.
due to a preset arrangement
on a Friday night
yields an unsatisfactory sentiment
of family neglect
Regrets are for the needy of a bad conscience
Of feudal narrowness.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Vanit y
Vanity of words - vanity of body
vanity of everything
did I forget something
yes - mother nature
in spring pale light green jade of a tree
in summer wild flowers of any hue
in fall with foliage of brightly reddish to burgundy
and winter - brown or gray or white
so the humans and their pet animals
wild vanity of bloody murky blight
so true - so tried - so tolerated
alas - the beliefs of others
yet I only see vain vanity
a longing for a bonfire
blushing up the world
brushing the comb of mighty flesh
we are the people who have no idea
of what is going to happen
oh yes we know somewhat what has happened
but nothing could prepared us or
the future - our kids for
this kind of life in front of a screen
this godly belief in electricity
burn your gadgets - get out and
just imagine this world without
what we are used to now -
computers, intelligent phones
fads of our new century
never have so many been so connected
and yet so lonely -
in their vain thought that we can control
what we create - alas,
Pandora's box is truly opened.
vanity of everything
did I forget something
yes - mother nature
in spring pale light green jade of a tree
in summer wild flowers of any hue
in fall with foliage of brightly reddish to burgundy
and winter - brown or gray or white
so the humans and their pet animals
wild vanity of bloody murky blight
so true - so tried - so tolerated
alas - the beliefs of others
yet I only see vain vanity
a longing for a bonfire
blushing up the world
brushing the comb of mighty flesh
we are the people who have no idea
of what is going to happen
oh yes we know somewhat what has happened
but nothing could prepared us or
the future - our kids for
this kind of life in front of a screen
this godly belief in electricity
burn your gadgets - get out and
just imagine this world without
what we are used to now -
computers, intelligent phones
fads of our new century
never have so many been so connected
and yet so lonely -
in their vain thought that we can control
what we create - alas,
Pandora's box is truly opened.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Bus stop revisited
After their morning ablutions
of the kids when they were small
I usually went to their bus stop
and met some of my neighbors.
We had our "risqué" elocution
in the townhouses of urban sprawl
our confessions were nonstop
we were the gang of true sabers.
What I had missed of pure acumen
I met again near the shopping mall
an absent missed American hop
that was my today's savior.
How can I start to draw conclusion
of the friendship - with an apostle Paul
it was a ticking bomb pop
of reminiscent crazy behavior.
(to Jimmie)
of the kids when they were small
I usually went to their bus stop
and met some of my neighbors.
We had our "risqué" elocution
in the townhouses of urban sprawl
our confessions were nonstop
we were the gang of true sabers.
What I had missed of pure acumen
I met again near the shopping mall
an absent missed American hop
that was my today's savior.
How can I start to draw conclusion
of the friendship - with an apostle Paul
it was a ticking bomb pop
of reminiscent crazy behavior.
(to Jimmie)
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Shakespearian Cleihew
Shakespeare - a witty bard
defended his portrait die hard
of Romeo's love for his Juliet
alas, it was a Russian roulette.
defended his portrait die hard
of Romeo's love for his Juliet
alas, it was a Russian roulette.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Autumn cinquain
Apples
Pears of autumn
trees giving us great fruits
from which we gather strength and joy
divine.
Pears of autumn
trees giving us great fruits
from which we gather strength and joy
divine.
State of union horror!
Fear of fleeing the responsibility
the force of mental ability
mediocrity is sublime
instead of democracy's prime
only joy of happy mediocrity
a "true" banner for democracy!
the force of mental ability
mediocrity is sublime
instead of democracy's prime
only joy of happy mediocrity
a "true" banner for democracy!
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Unseasonal L unch
Saturday lunch in November
outside it is warm enough to enjoy
our repast - in the air
son of loins joins
and we and the dog laugh and bark
of silly mishaps - hard of hearing
some remarks get misconstrued
in the backyard of a neighbor
a tractor whirs loudly
annoyingly it disturbs the peaceful
and thoroughly out of seasonally
jolly day of sun - beams - even
a wasp flutters by but leaves
gently the lunchenors alone.
"Lunchenor" : a person who eats lunch
outside it is warm enough to enjoy
our repast - in the air
son of loins joins
and we and the dog laugh and bark
of silly mishaps - hard of hearing
some remarks get misconstrued
in the backyard of a neighbor
a tractor whirs loudly
annoyingly it disturbs the peaceful
and thoroughly out of seasonally
jolly day of sun - beams - even
a wasp flutters by but leaves
gently the lunchenors alone.
"Lunchenor" : a person who eats lunch
Friday, November 12, 2010
Drifting thought
Sunny day of cold November
will give away to joy
of the starkest month of the year
the other side of the earth
it is light bright and warm
full of little kids' laughter.
will give away to joy
of the starkest month of the year
the other side of the earth
it is light bright and warm
full of little kids' laughter.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Lack of movements
I am in a terrible bind
falling just behind
in exercise - of mind
spirit and body - worse
will have to coerce
myself otherwise disperse
my torso's general prime
will have, I fear, a sad decline
and my last years not benign.
falling just behind
in exercise - of mind
spirit and body - worse
will have to coerce
myself otherwise disperse
my torso's general prime
will have, I fear, a sad decline
and my last years not benign.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Citations!
Citations - Citations - Citations
with each media growing stipulations
of headaches for students and profs
to quote correctly is now so rough.
To be a citationally honest whore
you note ebooks, and mags, galore
papers, films, strips, a loony bin
of every single indigestion of sin.
The owner of the original thought
did not realize that you are overwrought
by trying to do what is right
citing sharply with all your might.
with each media growing stipulations
of headaches for students and profs
to quote correctly is now so rough.
To be a citationally honest whore
you note ebooks, and mags, galore
papers, films, strips, a loony bin
of every single indigestion of sin.
The owner of the original thought
did not realize that you are overwrought
by trying to do what is right
citing sharply with all your might.
Friday, November 05, 2010
An Inalienable Right!
An inalienable right to contraception
should be for all people on earth
in a bid to humane sound perception
an inalienable right to contraception
do not come with your preconception
of telling anybody to give birth
An inalienable right to contraception
should be for all people on earth.
(A triolet form of verse)
should be for all people on earth
in a bid to humane sound perception
an inalienable right to contraception
do not come with your preconception
of telling anybody to give birth
An inalienable right to contraception
should be for all people on earth.
(A triolet form of verse)
Wednesday, November 03, 2010
Afterthought
Good morning to a new day
where we can see
what messes were done yesterday
what can we do
but smile and move away!
where we can see
what messes were done yesterday
what can we do
but smile and move away!
Monday, November 01, 2010
Lost in the air
Out walking our pooch yesterday
and came up with a fabulous poem
while briskly and joyfully wandering
but for the life of me I cannot
recall my brilliance
assuming that it was my brain
in a flash dance out and that was that
the thought of no sparkling
so the Darwin award for loosing
my great writing's stance.
and came up with a fabulous poem
while briskly and joyfully wandering
but for the life of me I cannot
recall my brilliance
assuming that it was my brain
in a flash dance out and that was that
the thought of no sparkling
so the Darwin award for loosing
my great writing's stance.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
A friend of light!
She relived wholly while
she was telling me her story
vividly
the how, the when, the what
and the why.
Had I had a camera running
it would have shown
a vivacious, wild,
wondrous woman
lit by the rain
and the sunlight
shining through the window
in the quiet vanilla deli
the weather reflecting
the different moods of their well
such a welcome web
on a Wednesday afternoon
in October - a veil over
the dragging, but wholesome week.
To Mali
she was telling me her story
vividly
the how, the when, the what
and the why.
Had I had a camera running
it would have shown
a vivacious, wild,
wondrous woman
lit by the rain
and the sunlight
shining through the window
in the quiet vanilla deli
the weather reflecting
the different moods of their well
such a welcome web
on a Wednesday afternoon
in October - a veil over
the dragging, but wholesome week.
To Mali
Fill in your own words...
In far away ...
lived a youngish ...
who had a ...
They went down to a ...
saw a ... in the ...
What happened to ...
the ... asked.
I .... knew, exclaimed the ...
All I realize .....
that....
.... a lousy ....!!
lived a youngish ...
who had a ...
They went down to a ...
saw a ... in the ...
What happened to ...
the ... asked.
I .... knew, exclaimed the ...
All I realize .....
that....
.... a lousy ....!!
Sunday, October 24, 2010
NIMBY
The things we do not do
are the missed opportunities
of serious ball game
in our own backyard communities.
However, sometimes a claim
to do something good
is a divine inclination of yore
to feel greatly understood;
yet your intentions were
somewhat different than that
you really didn't care
whether the neighbors an eyelid bat'.
You just wanted to play
in your own charitable way,
but nobody realized that
you were just a miserly cad
who could not afford to donate
and let others you actuate
when really and truly
you did your best and cruelly
it can be said that you did
you were your own "el cid".
are the missed opportunities
of serious ball game
in our own backyard communities.
However, sometimes a claim
to do something good
is a divine inclination of yore
to feel greatly understood;
yet your intentions were
somewhat different than that
you really didn't care
whether the neighbors an eyelid bat'.
You just wanted to play
in your own charitable way,
but nobody realized that
you were just a miserly cad
who could not afford to donate
and let others you actuate
when really and truly
you did your best and cruelly
it can be said that you did
you were your own "el cid".
Friday, October 22, 2010
Odd phone call
Strange phone call
to thank me for something
I would have done anyway
(I think)
All because of a unknown voice
I had to be a broken record
because to me it was (not) done
(I digress)
The past is still the present
the present represents the future
and the future will meet the past
(I know)
Oddities and normalities
frugalities versus spendabilities
Creativity not followability
(I hope)
to thank me for something
I would have done anyway
(I think)
All because of a unknown voice
I had to be a broken record
because to me it was (not) done
(I digress)
The past is still the present
the present represents the future
and the future will meet the past
(I know)
Oddities and normalities
frugalities versus spendabilities
Creativity not followability
(I hope)
Monday, October 18, 2010
The mysterious progeny
My youngest child is a reader
he is an avid young male
where as I am your average matron
alas, that is how he sees me
whereas I as of the baby boomer's
wild and know-it-all generation
think that I am just right
that I can do whatever I want
(within my economical sphere).
Heaven help me
if I even mention the matronly name
I have never been a lady,
in my generation they are few and far...
We share the same political views
why else would he be my son?
But apart from that he is
a mysterious androgen
like my own paternal donor.
If I did not know it
I would think I, for sure, have given
birth to my own father,
except for one thing
the progeny of mine reads, reads, reads.
(Something my father never did
maybe he couldn't???)
I am truly amazed at the blend
of humanity, and egotistical verve
of my youngest - blessed with
one feature
charm.
(A mother's musing)
he is an avid young male
where as I am your average matron
alas, that is how he sees me
whereas I as of the baby boomer's
wild and know-it-all generation
think that I am just right
that I can do whatever I want
(within my economical sphere).
Heaven help me
if I even mention the matronly name
I have never been a lady,
in my generation they are few and far...
We share the same political views
why else would he be my son?
But apart from that he is
a mysterious androgen
like my own paternal donor.
If I did not know it
I would think I, for sure, have given
birth to my own father,
except for one thing
the progeny of mine reads, reads, reads.
(Something my father never did
maybe he couldn't???)
I am truly amazed at the blend
of humanity, and egotistical verve
of my youngest - blessed with
one feature
charm.
(A mother's musing)
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Theatre and what it is?
Physical theatre
exemplifies what we sample
when going out
looking at the world
Psychological drama
is how we react
when we exist
in our own little world
Philosophically
we either experience
drama, comedy, boredom
or disengaged
acting inertly or
Passionately theatrical
feeling with all might
what the whole world is about
or not....
exemplifies what we sample
when going out
looking at the world
Psychological drama
is how we react
when we exist
in our own little world
Philosophically
we either experience
drama, comedy, boredom
or disengaged
acting inertly or
Passionately theatrical
feeling with all might
what the whole world is about
or not....
Friday, October 15, 2010
Recyling bins
In the far off corner of my ear
the recycling bins get emptied
all over my neighborhood
then I know it is Friday
and we can start new cyclus.
Over the milky way's Cygnus
there is the black hole's display
of being sheer misunderstood
when you support science' frenzied
desire to save the earth so dear.
My grandkids should live not in fear
of having their skins jellied
in sunny Aussie' lack of wood
but enjoy their childhood's play
seeing the coming of a nimbus.
the recycling bins get emptied
all over my neighborhood
then I know it is Friday
and we can start new cyclus.
Over the milky way's Cygnus
there is the black hole's display
of being sheer misunderstood
when you support science' frenzied
desire to save the earth so dear.
My grandkids should live not in fear
of having their skins jellied
in sunny Aussie' lack of wood
but enjoy their childhood's play
seeing the coming of a nimbus.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Spider of the screen
Today, sitting quietly
at the keyboard
minding my curious business
a spider walks across the screen
asking me,
What did you say?
I have nothing to spill,
I tell her, I just look.
Nah, you do not see
the bigger picture,
my furry insect exclaims.
Oh, why not?
Granted, you watch the world
from your screen,
but do you experience it?
Smell it?
It is like second hand smoke.
Not the true reality.
Get up and off your duff.
And she huddles off into a corner
starting to spin her tale...
at the keyboard
minding my curious business
a spider walks across the screen
asking me,
What did you say?
I have nothing to spill,
I tell her, I just look.
Nah, you do not see
the bigger picture,
my furry insect exclaims.
Oh, why not?
Granted, you watch the world
from your screen,
but do you experience it?
Smell it?
It is like second hand smoke.
Not the true reality.
Get up and off your duff.
And she huddles off into a corner
starting to spin her tale...
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
October 13th
Ethos Pathos Logos
long forgotten terms
from philosophy class
revisit them
once - twice - three times
a lady
or a gentleman
in the human mirror
reflections
never veer far from
the Greeks.
Pathos Ethos Logos
emotions of the keyboard
can never replace
our human feelings
epitomized
in the goodness of
a person
helping fellows in crisis.
Logos Ethos Pathos
reality and clear speech
enthralls the listeners
as well as the messenger
and defies the wild guess.
Just a thought of rhetoric
on a sheer clear cold
October the thirteenth day.
where politically we need
all of that.
long forgotten terms
from philosophy class
revisit them
once - twice - three times
a lady
or a gentleman
in the human mirror
reflections
never veer far from
the Greeks.
Pathos Ethos Logos
emotions of the keyboard
can never replace
our human feelings
epitomized
in the goodness of
a person
helping fellows in crisis.
Logos Ethos Pathos
reality and clear speech
enthralls the listeners
as well as the messenger
and defies the wild guess.
Just a thought of rhetoric
on a sheer clear cold
October the thirteenth day.
where politically we need
all of that.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Saturday, October 09, 2010
Babushka's off!
Take off your babushka
on the old ladies' summer day!
In some cultures
you gather mushroom -
in others you pick apples.
Michaelmas in one place,
St Martin's summer
in others languages -
and from the 18th century
it is called Indian Summer.
That is what we have today
a gorgeous day - not too hot
not too cold after a spell
of chilly mornings.
I still applaud the old
grandmothers who take off
their babushka on a hot day
letting their hair low
in the free floating breeze.
Just now I am that girl -
letting herself be warmed
forgetting for an instant
that I am a babushka too.
Babushka is a head scarf
as well as a granny
on the old ladies' summer day!
In some cultures
you gather mushroom -
in others you pick apples.
Michaelmas in one place,
St Martin's summer
in others languages -
and from the 18th century
it is called Indian Summer.
That is what we have today
a gorgeous day - not too hot
not too cold after a spell
of chilly mornings.
I still applaud the old
grandmothers who take off
their babushka on a hot day
letting their hair low
in the free floating breeze.
Just now I am that girl -
letting herself be warmed
forgetting for an instant
that I am a babushka too.
Babushka is a head scarf
as well as a granny
Washing machine philosophy
Washing machine's noise
Saturday's poise
designed to employ
gives great joy
modernity's ploy
rest and enjoy!
Saturday's poise
designed to employ
gives great joy
modernity's ploy
rest and enjoy!
Friday, October 08, 2010
Vitality
The chicken or the egg?
the hen or the rooster?
The yolk or the white?
Just another health booster!
the hen or the rooster?
The yolk or the white?
Just another health booster!
Monday, October 04, 2010
A perpetuum mobile
A mobile in motion
moving - circling
hanging by the thread
flowingly suspended
a life of its own
rhythmically free
as close as one can get
to a violation of
the second thermodynamic law
of perpetual motion.
There has to be an air current
a lowly quiet breeze
a feline indolent licking her fur
a dog sauntering sweetly by
a child's light laughter
lovers' heated embrace
anything close by stirring
slowly lingering
and you will discover
its unique singularity.
To Flensted Mobiles
moving - circling
hanging by the thread
flowingly suspended
a life of its own
rhythmically free
as close as one can get
to a violation of
the second thermodynamic law
of perpetual motion.
There has to be an air current
a lowly quiet breeze
a feline indolent licking her fur
a dog sauntering sweetly by
a child's light laughter
lovers' heated embrace
anything close by stirring
slowly lingering
and you will discover
its unique singularity.
To Flensted Mobiles
Friday, October 01, 2010
A flying egg
a full Monday moon
a raging tune
a burst flying balloon
somewhere in the sky
on the sly
away from the fry
a sadness encroached
an egg not poached
a cocoon unbroached
lifeless memorial
somewhere equatorial
a sea struck burial
a raging tune
a burst flying balloon
somewhere in the sky
on the sly
away from the fry
a sadness encroached
an egg not poached
a cocoon unbroached
lifeless memorial
somewhere equatorial
a sea struck burial
Monday, September 27, 2010
Almost there
An apartment slowly
emties of its life
a process of elimination
of things which spoke
to its owner
now the contents get
thrown out - sold - given away
with sadness
and fond memories
and anger and not understanding
why some things were different
papers revealed a story
for me to tell or not
but within a month I lived
another life
but I throd almost
in the same footsteps
without realizing it
but not quite....
emties of its life
a process of elimination
of things which spoke
to its owner
now the contents get
thrown out - sold - given away
with sadness
and fond memories
and anger and not understanding
why some things were different
papers revealed a story
for me to tell or not
but within a month I lived
another life
but I throd almost
in the same footsteps
without realizing it
but not quite....
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Tove
Tove was an ash
she swayed for the wind
her wood was hard
but inside
she was mellow
loving trusting
believing that
even when it was raining
storming, a blizzard
the outcome would be good
she sometimes wavered a tad
too much and at times
her branches were hurt.
Bearing one fruit
late in life will be
her claim to fame.
You could lean on her
and she loved when the deers
in the wood surrounded her.
Her leaves shimmered with joy
when a squirrel found food
near her and needed her for shelter.
But like all trees and beings
who follow mother nature
she also needed to obey..
To many, however, Tove will remain
an ash of renown in our minds -
an Yggdrasil.
she swayed for the wind
her wood was hard
but inside
she was mellow
loving trusting
believing that
even when it was raining
storming, a blizzard
the outcome would be good
she sometimes wavered a tad
too much and at times
her branches were hurt.
Bearing one fruit
late in life will be
her claim to fame.
You could lean on her
and she loved when the deers
in the wood surrounded her.
Her leaves shimmered with joy
when a squirrel found food
near her and needed her for shelter.
But like all trees and beings
who follow mother nature
she also needed to obey..
To many, however, Tove will remain
an ash of renown in our minds -
an Yggdrasil.
Long and full
It did not last long
the joy I felt for a moment
somebody close died.
A merciful short fight
with death.
When you stand and look
at the dear face
you wonder how life
and not life
has run its course
then symbols and traditions
and public services take over.
For the nonegenarian
the run was long,
truly interesting
so I should not cry,
but celebrate a long
interesting life,
however lonely she felt
during the last years
when everybody she knew
either moved or left.
She did everything.
the joy I felt for a moment
somebody close died.
A merciful short fight
with death.
When you stand and look
at the dear face
you wonder how life
and not life
has run its course
then symbols and traditions
and public services take over.
For the nonegenarian
the run was long,
truly interesting
so I should not cry,
but celebrate a long
interesting life,
however lonely she felt
during the last years
when everybody she knew
either moved or left.
She did everything.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Facing yourself
The portal closes
and fears return
where shall I look
when anguish shakes
my inner core
joy vanishes
facing myself
somewhere of my youth
I must stare away
from these moments
and just cope.
and fears return
where shall I look
when anguish shakes
my inner core
joy vanishes
facing myself
somewhere of my youth
I must stare away
from these moments
and just cope.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Let me enjoy the moment
Party going from on to the other
it can be a little too much
but then when I think of home
there is not a whole of such
and a person needs friends
good or sweet or even "bad"
the sheer feeling of being
is something to be had.
So summer eves full of joy
laughter and petanque
will forever stand out as fun
not as a great think tank
but light smiles of simplicity
certainly beats the dull
and lack of creativity
Of course I know that life is hard
for humankind and thee and me
but let me enjoy my moments
cause life often turns to a dire quotient.
Knowing that Faust was guilty
of saying "You are so wonderful"
what hubris was for Goethe
never stop thriving but this was cool.
it can be a little too much
but then when I think of home
there is not a whole of such
and a person needs friends
good or sweet or even "bad"
the sheer feeling of being
is something to be had.
So summer eves full of joy
laughter and petanque
will forever stand out as fun
not as a great think tank
but light smiles of simplicity
certainly beats the dull
and lack of creativity
Of course I know that life is hard
for humankind and thee and me
but let me enjoy my moments
cause life often turns to a dire quotient.
Knowing that Faust was guilty
of saying "You are so wonderful"
what hubris was for Goethe
never stop thriving but this was cool.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Des vent d'ici
Vent marin en ete
donne de l'humidite
vent de nord en hiver
fouille de la froideur
vent de l'oest en autommne
fait pleuvoir en commune
vent de l'est au printemps
on reve des meilleurs vins.
donne de l'humidite
vent de nord en hiver
fouille de la froideur
vent de l'oest en autommne
fait pleuvoir en commune
vent de l'est au printemps
on reve des meilleurs vins.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Something about learning?
dehydration
rehydration
cultivation
deformation
humanizing
dehumanizing
accidental
intentional
observation
sensation
partition
incatation
reformation
mastication
implication
variation
rehydration
cultivation
deformation
humanizing
dehumanizing
accidental
intentional
observation
sensation
partition
incatation
reformation
mastication
implication
variation
Friday, August 20, 2010
Fleurette
A unique flower popped up
one day in mid-August
a timid one, but with dreams
beyond what her kins see
her filaments a bit irresolute
but her style surely forceful
and oh her dreams to fly
with the wild eagle
to find the great apple
and sow her ovules, her spores
and design her fresh views
differently while conquering
a whole other continent.
Her peerless qualities will
show when she actually blooms,
it takes - sometimes -
a lifetime, but when she does
she shall outblossom
the queen of the night
and become fleurette of the day.
one day in mid-August
a timid one, but with dreams
beyond what her kins see
her filaments a bit irresolute
but her style surely forceful
and oh her dreams to fly
with the wild eagle
to find the great apple
and sow her ovules, her spores
and design her fresh views
differently while conquering
a whole other continent.
Her peerless qualities will
show when she actually blooms,
it takes - sometimes -
a lifetime, but when she does
she shall outblossom
the queen of the night
and become fleurette of the day.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Snapshot
Photography - at war
weddings in pictures
two extremes polarized
can they be united?
What make one person
turn to photojournalism
the other to families in joy?
Both are necessary
for one or the other reason
who is to say that
families are not important
in time of conflict
juxtapose that with strives
of kin of your own flesh
humans are beastly souls
this snapshot reminds.
(Thanks to Chandler for letting me read:
The Painter of Battles by
Arturo Perez-Reverte)
weddings in pictures
two extremes polarized
can they be united?
What make one person
turn to photojournalism
the other to families in joy?
Both are necessary
for one or the other reason
who is to say that
families are not important
in time of conflict
juxtapose that with strives
of kin of your own flesh
humans are beastly souls
this snapshot reminds.
(Thanks to Chandler for letting me read:
The Painter of Battles by
Arturo Perez-Reverte)
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Charm in a village!
A comment received moments ago
flattered my battered ego
you are the only other person
in the village who would read this!
Professing no real capacity
but a healthy curiosity
I shall now delve into a work
stimulating my brain cells!
It goes to show that someone
knows how to charm my electrons
even though this person fights
for his life and the other.
flattered my battered ego
you are the only other person
in the village who would read this!
Professing no real capacity
but a healthy curiosity
I shall now delve into a work
stimulating my brain cells!
It goes to show that someone
knows how to charm my electrons
even though this person fights
for his life and the other.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Myopia Nostalgia
A crowded beach in August
sun baked bodies like sardines
my oldest friend and I
another crowded northern beach
sun and clouded shrimps roasted
as teenagers
today she still loves being cooked
whereas I have become cautious
as older girls.
Today was as if we were on
one of our European trips
in our early twenties.
Looking for the tan and water
we chatted not so much about
topic of our youth: men.
But hubbies, kids, grand kids
filled our conversations. Yet;
As sexagenarians, we can still look!
sun baked bodies like sardines
my oldest friend and I
another crowded northern beach
sun and clouded shrimps roasted
as teenagers
today she still loves being cooked
whereas I have become cautious
as older girls.
Today was as if we were on
one of our European trips
in our early twenties.
Looking for the tan and water
we chatted not so much about
topic of our youth: men.
But hubbies, kids, grand kids
filled our conversations. Yet;
As sexagenarians, we can still look!
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Saturday Morning at Denmark House in Aussie
They are there on the screen
in colors - for me to them see
a few hours after the event
I see their lovely smiles
their curls - their laughs
as they eat hotdogs and whatnots
I have been to this place
so I know exactly what it entails
they ran then - they ran now
so I know but cannot hear their sounds
only in my mind - instant replay
so hurrah for Facebook and the rest
silently participating - fabulous!
in colors - for me to them see
a few hours after the event
I see their lovely smiles
their curls - their laughs
as they eat hotdogs and whatnots
I have been to this place
so I know exactly what it entails
they ran then - they ran now
so I know but cannot hear their sounds
only in my mind - instant replay
so hurrah for Facebook and the rest
silently participating - fabulous!
Friday, August 13, 2010
Asserting - smoking
Confrontations avoided
with nice neighbors
but it has to be done
their smoke gets in my food.
Being a child of the 50es
I was not taught to speak up
but to quietly accept
what life offered me.
Asserting myself vividly
is going to be difficult
move away from my windows
when you puff - please
Your habit hinders hopelessly
my enjoyment of eating
but I hope that my disgesting
does not endanger your smoking.
with nice neighbors
but it has to be done
their smoke gets in my food.
Being a child of the 50es
I was not taught to speak up
but to quietly accept
what life offered me.
Asserting myself vividly
is going to be difficult
move away from my windows
when you puff - please
Your habit hinders hopelessly
my enjoyment of eating
but I hope that my disgesting
does not endanger your smoking.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
A scenery
Sorrow blended itself
with absolute divinity
of a certain glade
filled with eaglets
and snakes and trees.
All this was blended
with vines old and young
in full bloom all
the wind of the mountains
flew about my head -
standing gaping at the dale
with backdrop of a range
of kind space between the clouds
spare colors except verdure
stark grays and bright blue
No painting - no photograph
would bring out the depth
of one Thursday in August.
with absolute divinity
of a certain glade
filled with eaglets
and snakes and trees.
All this was blended
with vines old and young
in full bloom all
the wind of the mountains
flew about my head -
standing gaping at the dale
with backdrop of a range
of kind space between the clouds
spare colors except verdure
stark grays and bright blue
No painting - no photograph
would bring out the depth
of one Thursday in August.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Why
Why here - granny?
Why not with us or your love somewhere else?
Why in this odd little place?
it is just a village somewhere
in the country called France.
I am living in Melbourne Australia
Farmor - and I dare ask - why?
Alexander - all brilliant questions
but you know what - grand son of mine
so far away - loved firstborn of my firstborn
This little life is truly mine
and nobody else's - I can talk or not
I can walk or not
and often in the evening I listen to opera
- and reminiscence of a certain time
when I learnt to appreciate this art form
especially tenors
my Spanish uncle introduced me to Placido
in the early seventies ...
Why does Farfar let me go?
I tell you - it is true love and freedom
and therefore I am faithfully happy.
These summers alone gives me joy
and I learn to cope with life alone
because grandson of mine
my mother told me when fairly young
that a person is always alone
She did never elaborate
so I had to realize that loneliness
which most people fear and hate
or feeling lost is being human
overcoming that - you get stronger
so when one day you and yours sibs
are old enough to read some of these
little scribbles - left for you
you may realize - that
old silly Farmor was right
- being alone is a gift
but you just have to appreciate it
in the manner to which it was intended.
If you can combat loneliness
then you as a person can do anything!
and calm in my body and soul
I am ready to tackle the world
I have recharged my dead batteries!
Why not with us or your love somewhere else?
Why in this odd little place?
it is just a village somewhere
in the country called France.
I am living in Melbourne Australia
Farmor - and I dare ask - why?
Alexander - all brilliant questions
but you know what - grand son of mine
so far away - loved firstborn of my firstborn
This little life is truly mine
and nobody else's - I can talk or not
I can walk or not
and often in the evening I listen to opera
- and reminiscence of a certain time
when I learnt to appreciate this art form
especially tenors
my Spanish uncle introduced me to Placido
in the early seventies ...
Why does Farfar let me go?
I tell you - it is true love and freedom
and therefore I am faithfully happy.
These summers alone gives me joy
and I learn to cope with life alone
because grandson of mine
my mother told me when fairly young
that a person is always alone
She did never elaborate
so I had to realize that loneliness
which most people fear and hate
or feeling lost is being human
overcoming that - you get stronger
so when one day you and yours sibs
are old enough to read some of these
little scribbles - left for you
you may realize - that
old silly Farmor was right
- being alone is a gift
but you just have to appreciate it
in the manner to which it was intended.
If you can combat loneliness
then you as a person can do anything!
and calm in my body and soul
I am ready to tackle the world
I have recharged my dead batteries!
Odd verity
Letter from a friend
reminding me what
I ought to be doing
which I am not
I write poems - not books
and live my quiet life
in a little village
not far from the sea
the crowd of this area
is as bad or as good
as anywhere else
this micro cosmos of mine
is why I am diverted
in my light travails
one summer's odd verity
therefore what ought to be
is not what is and who cares.
reminding me what
I ought to be doing
which I am not
I write poems - not books
and live my quiet life
in a little village
not far from the sea
the crowd of this area
is as bad or as good
as anywhere else
this micro cosmos of mine
is why I am diverted
in my light travails
one summer's odd verity
therefore what ought to be
is not what is and who cares.
Monday, August 09, 2010
Under an orange tree
Under an orange tree
sitting people three
chattering about all
and nothing at all
enjoying their wine
their eyes and mine
encounter each other
feelings sister to brothers
Under an orange tree
three fates of variety
we were Europeans all
standing up and tall
in each of us combine
life's experiences entwine
here in a village souther
our selves ruled our rudder
Under an orange tree
our chats were of society
one lost his wife to squall
two were just having a ball
flirting to a bantering line
knowing it was just the wine
prizing the company of each other
one surely after another.
Under an orange tree
graces joined in unsobriety
just to events forestall
ending not in a port of call
where misunderstandings whine
but serious friendship aligns
with a smile of the calligrapher
bowing deep to the philosopher
To Tony and Adrian
sitting people three
chattering about all
and nothing at all
enjoying their wine
their eyes and mine
encounter each other
feelings sister to brothers
Under an orange tree
three fates of variety
we were Europeans all
standing up and tall
in each of us combine
life's experiences entwine
here in a village souther
our selves ruled our rudder
Under an orange tree
our chats were of society
one lost his wife to squall
two were just having a ball
flirting to a bantering line
knowing it was just the wine
prizing the company of each other
one surely after another.
Under an orange tree
graces joined in unsobriety
just to events forestall
ending not in a port of call
where misunderstandings whine
but serious friendship aligns
with a smile of the calligrapher
bowing deep to the philosopher
To Tony and Adrian
Pataphoric non-poem
I wanted an allegory
alas could not find it
therefore creating a pataphor
the flower on my neighbour's windowsill
overlooking the empty alley
is the glass I drink
standing in the little street
looking at life passing by.
alas could not find it
therefore creating a pataphor
the flower on my neighbour's windowsill
overlooking the empty alley
is the glass I drink
standing in the little street
looking at life passing by.
Sunday, August 08, 2010
Vigga and her tree
Expressly - the end of her world
her wondrous tree Yggdrasil
standing up tall and vibrant
vegetated waiting for death
Vigga kept its kernel verdured
except in the happy height
of a glorious summer's day
it settled subtly for frigidity
she talked to it sitting at its foot
her eyes welled wishfully over
her saline compelling wet drops
hit the tree trunk at its receding roots
but to no appellant avail - .
Vigga the Voelva realized readily
that even she could not stop death
dousing the one taciturn being
to whom she had always turned
with her futile wishful tears
she now sat at its tall torso
and she waited until the cancer
had meticulously massacred
convulsively the rearmost root
with its stratagemic stranglehold.
She held the trunk tightly
as Yggdrasil finally yielded.
She sat next to the giant
who had given so gracefully
of itself to other living spirits
and she rested sadly ruffled
knowing that no one can change
the victory of destructive death
but in Yggdralsil's yellowing case
its whole being would take years
to its dreadful but sure demise.
Another alternative - Vigga the Voelva
thought animatronicly torn
between sorrow, anger and acceptance
would be to divide the tree up
and create new (albeit dead) objects
and objectively its appeal appalled
the sombre seeress - and she shook
her head in shock for even having
that slight thought - but as always
she would ask her wise sister Sophia
one day when her raw rage of anguish
had left her and she again would accept
that life takes turns - towards
an entirely randomized reality
you live and you die - and there is
nothing you can do - but bitterly
bow to this existence or with gratitude
smiling seeing in fond flashbacks
having known a tree named Yggdrasil.
her wondrous tree Yggdrasil
standing up tall and vibrant
vegetated waiting for death
Vigga kept its kernel verdured
except in the happy height
of a glorious summer's day
it settled subtly for frigidity
she talked to it sitting at its foot
her eyes welled wishfully over
her saline compelling wet drops
hit the tree trunk at its receding roots
but to no appellant avail - .
Vigga the Voelva realized readily
that even she could not stop death
dousing the one taciturn being
to whom she had always turned
with her futile wishful tears
she now sat at its tall torso
and she waited until the cancer
had meticulously massacred
convulsively the rearmost root
with its stratagemic stranglehold.
She held the trunk tightly
as Yggdrasil finally yielded.
She sat next to the giant
who had given so gracefully
of itself to other living spirits
and she rested sadly ruffled
knowing that no one can change
the victory of destructive death
but in Yggdralsil's yellowing case
its whole being would take years
to its dreadful but sure demise.
Another alternative - Vigga the Voelva
thought animatronicly torn
between sorrow, anger and acceptance
would be to divide the tree up
and create new (albeit dead) objects
and objectively its appeal appalled
the sombre seeress - and she shook
her head in shock for even having
that slight thought - but as always
she would ask her wise sister Sophia
one day when her raw rage of anguish
had left her and she again would accept
that life takes turns - towards
an entirely randomized reality
you live and you die - and there is
nothing you can do - but bitterly
bow to this existence or with gratitude
smiling seeing in fond flashbacks
having known a tree named Yggdrasil.
Friday, August 06, 2010
Fight for life
... a friend fights
my wish to extend a lifeline
or a life jacket
in frustration
mission impossible
fucking bloody cancer again....
to Chandler
my wish to extend a lifeline
or a life jacket
in frustration
mission impossible
fucking bloody cancer again....
to Chandler
Thursday, August 05, 2010
Un jour d'ete
Un jour plein des amis de passage
presque dans les garriques sauvages
les fleurs bruts s'entendent
entre eux et la vielle lavande
les vents violents les embaument
le monde etait leur royaume
pour un seul air du temps perdu
la vie propre et courte tordue.
presque dans les garriques sauvages
les fleurs bruts s'entendent
entre eux et la vielle lavande
les vents violents les embaument
le monde etait leur royaume
pour un seul air du temps perdu
la vie propre et courte tordue.
Monday, August 02, 2010
Gorilla glass
Waiting for Godot
can be of value
one day -
a new invention
may not be of use
right away -
but the future
one can never predict
so it is with
Gorilla Glass.
Waiting patiently
until the fish bites
the trades ring
a new option
not truly seen
for what it is
right here and now
so it is if
you hold the passion.
Waiting for inspiration
will yield nothing
so you can try
opting for the rainy day
solution to the problem
it will never come
and yet - in the desert
there is sand to be found.
can be of value
one day -
a new invention
may not be of use
right away -
but the future
one can never predict
so it is with
Gorilla Glass.
Waiting patiently
until the fish bites
the trades ring
a new option
not truly seen
for what it is
right here and now
so it is if
you hold the passion.
Waiting for inspiration
will yield nothing
so you can try
opting for the rainy day
solution to the problem
it will never come
and yet - in the desert
there is sand to be found.
Sunday, August 01, 2010
Midinette
Une midinette vient de apparaitre
dans mon cerveau irregulier
pourqoui ce singulier etre
me hante sans me laisser?
Midinette, petite filleule
de ma jeunesse lointaine
dans la nuit je bois un tilleul
et je te revois - corneilienne
pauvre petite - tu etais moi
sans le savoir tu m'as apprit
etre en bonne ou mauvaise foi
cela ne fait pas un pli
dans la vie il y a des betises
qu'on fasse tous les jours
meme sous les belles cherises
la mort les soigne a son tour.
dans mon cerveau irregulier
pourqoui ce singulier etre
me hante sans me laisser?
Midinette, petite filleule
de ma jeunesse lointaine
dans la nuit je bois un tilleul
et je te revois - corneilienne
pauvre petite - tu etais moi
sans le savoir tu m'as apprit
etre en bonne ou mauvaise foi
cela ne fait pas un pli
dans la vie il y a des betises
qu'on fasse tous les jours
meme sous les belles cherises
la mort les soigne a son tour.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Radiators - What?
Decisions about a new radiator
in a another language
is for the layman a challenge
on top of knowing zilch
about such gadgets.
Yes, I have searched both
internet and consumers advice,
but, honestly, still it is a blur.
I can only be thankful
that I have an expert "in situ"
so to speak - not further away
than a little click - .
So eventually we shall know
whether I made a seemingly
right decision - following
the local electrician's advice.
Random radiator thoughts.
in a another language
is for the layman a challenge
on top of knowing zilch
about such gadgets.
Yes, I have searched both
internet and consumers advice,
but, honestly, still it is a blur.
I can only be thankful
that I have an expert "in situ"
so to speak - not further away
than a little click - .
So eventually we shall know
whether I made a seemingly
right decision - following
the local electrician's advice.
Random radiator thoughts.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Tempting Templates
Every time I open this blog
I get a message : New Colors
new form - new you?
Never mind the content!
Would I rather show in blue
polkadotted background
a smiling dancing frog
I do not give my consent
My blog may be boring
in outlook and such
my poems are the meat
this is my daily lament!
I get a message : New Colors
new form - new you?
Never mind the content!
Would I rather show in blue
polkadotted background
a smiling dancing frog
I do not give my consent
My blog may be boring
in outlook and such
my poems are the meat
this is my daily lament!
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Languedoc Brotherhood of Wine
Medieval brotherhoods
(with sisters in between)
sanctioned by the church
for the good of the wine
Bacchus even mentioned
from the Catholic pulpit.
The ancient Dionysian rites
to the wine-tasting of now
urge to drink it
(albeit in moderation)
ever so often to imbibe
(just do not drive).
Paganism invested in believers
a conviction of un-principles
mixed with cheer joy
a return to the wedding at Cana
a celebration of every day
as if it were your last
in an absolute mixture of
costumes and vivid colors.
From old to newly created fellowships
with only one common goal:
Ye drink the noble wine
of the grapes of Languedoc,
once mediocre and common
(filling the everyday need
for at least two centuries)
now becoming a new old classic
and branding them smartly
with trickling your palates.
The smells of the garrigues'
lavender, poppies and rosemary
compete on the world's stage.
Such a vision of wisdom
was given to-day in an aura
of solidarity for the content
of your well-being combined
with the marketing and viva voce
of unique feeling of sense.
When a good wine enters
first the smell, the taste,
the fine texture of the aroma
filling the nostrils and mouth
until finally gently elegantly
disappears down the throat
leaving a response of awe.
Such is the true kinetic kinship
in colors of white, red, and rose.
(with sisters in between)
sanctioned by the church
for the good of the wine
Bacchus even mentioned
from the Catholic pulpit.
The ancient Dionysian rites
to the wine-tasting of now
urge to drink it
(albeit in moderation)
ever so often to imbibe
(just do not drive).
Paganism invested in believers
a conviction of un-principles
mixed with cheer joy
a return to the wedding at Cana
a celebration of every day
as if it were your last
in an absolute mixture of
costumes and vivid colors.
From old to newly created fellowships
with only one common goal:
Ye drink the noble wine
of the grapes of Languedoc,
once mediocre and common
(filling the everyday need
for at least two centuries)
now becoming a new old classic
and branding them smartly
with trickling your palates.
The smells of the garrigues'
lavender, poppies and rosemary
compete on the world's stage.
Such a vision of wisdom
was given to-day in an aura
of solidarity for the content
of your well-being combined
with the marketing and viva voce
of unique feeling of sense.
When a good wine enters
first the smell, the taste,
the fine texture of the aroma
filling the nostrils and mouth
until finally gently elegantly
disappears down the throat
leaving a response of awe.
Such is the true kinetic kinship
in colors of white, red, and rose.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Arch melody
An arch from the 14th century
shorter than it used to be
any road leads to eternity,
from the ancient stones
to more recent bones
from Greece to powerful Rome
where does this artifact fit
into my itinerant life's jig
the clocks of Cazouls tick
every heartbeat echoes
the rocks metamorphose
our fates an instant transpose.
shorter than it used to be
any road leads to eternity,
from the ancient stones
to more recent bones
from Greece to powerful Rome
where does this artifact fit
into my itinerant life's jig
the clocks of Cazouls tick
every heartbeat echoes
the rocks metamorphose
our fates an instant transpose.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Wind on toes
Wind makes the curtain
whistle slowly -
its movements reflects
shadowy on my toes
its air brings cool
breeze to my being
energizing the lazy self
one more time.
My feet taps to its rhythm.
whistle slowly -
its movements reflects
shadowy on my toes
its air brings cool
breeze to my being
energizing the lazy self
one more time.
My feet taps to its rhythm.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Enigmatic Adalais
Enigmatic Adalais
Why did you donate
your castle to the church?
Didn't you have
anybody else to give this property to?
Your son died
and were you a secret bonne femme
who thought - her whole village
would suffer the same consequences
as the inhabitants of Beziers?
Did you not have a nephew?
An uncle to whom you could have given
your little castle, inherited from
your husband who died on the
road to Jerusalem seeking
holy blessings with his king
his royal highness of France?
Was it a ballance act -
to throw sand in the eyes of the inquisition?
No castle is left but a small chamber
what secret did it hold?
Or did you believe that the church was good?
Was it to prevent a power play
from happening in our gentle town?
What motives did you have?
Did you think that if you gave
the rich church your wealth
you and your loved ones would go to heaven?
Questions comes faster than ever?
Adalais de Cazouls - daughter of Sauvian
I shall try to find you in your deeds
it may take me a long time -
you have me captured.
Why did you donate
your castle to the church?
Didn't you have
anybody else to give this property to?
Your son died
and were you a secret bonne femme
who thought - her whole village
would suffer the same consequences
as the inhabitants of Beziers?
Did you not have a nephew?
An uncle to whom you could have given
your little castle, inherited from
your husband who died on the
road to Jerusalem seeking
holy blessings with his king
his royal highness of France?
Was it a ballance act -
to throw sand in the eyes of the inquisition?
No castle is left but a small chamber
what secret did it hold?
Or did you believe that the church was good?
Was it to prevent a power play
from happening in our gentle town?
What motives did you have?
Did you think that if you gave
the rich church your wealth
you and your loved ones would go to heaven?
Questions comes faster than ever?
Adalais de Cazouls - daughter of Sauvian
I shall try to find you in your deeds
it may take me a long time -
you have me captured.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Donjon dormant
Casouls a un donjon
epoustouflant et rond
mes speculations opportunes
tout pres d'Enserune!
Un sarcophage captif
une ecole pour les hardis
une cachette des Cathars
une caserne par hasard
un entrepot des foins
ou un vestige romain?
Une chambre qui fait rever
et pour moi j'aurais aimer
y danser et m'amuser
avec des fantomes d'antan
Pierrette a son Harlequin.
epoustouflant et rond
mes speculations opportunes
tout pres d'Enserune!
Un sarcophage captif
une ecole pour les hardis
une cachette des Cathars
une caserne par hasard
un entrepot des foins
ou un vestige romain?
Une chambre qui fait rever
et pour moi j'aurais aimer
y danser et m'amuser
avec des fantomes d'antan
Pierrette a son Harlequin.
Friday, July 16, 2010
A ghost story
Somebody sent a ghost story
on the coast of Maine
but I have an equal one
from the region of Languedoc
I know there have been people
living - in the place we now own
they have had all the feelings
of a lifetime of 2000 years
there have been nuns, but before that
the castle people enjoyed cooking
and when I cook I feel as
if somebody peeks over my shoulder
approuving if I try hard
to make autherntic French food
and in between the nuns and me
several hundred years worth of souls
float before my eyes...
and the amount of food eaten in
this tiny place has been tremendous
so ghosts or not I am just part of them.
on the coast of Maine
but I have an equal one
from the region of Languedoc
I know there have been people
living - in the place we now own
they have had all the feelings
of a lifetime of 2000 years
there have been nuns, but before that
the castle people enjoyed cooking
and when I cook I feel as
if somebody peeks over my shoulder
approuving if I try hard
to make autherntic French food
and in between the nuns and me
several hundred years worth of souls
float before my eyes...
and the amount of food eaten in
this tiny place has been tremendous
so ghosts or not I am just part of them.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Long distance 2-year birthday
In far away Aussie
my redhead grandson
to-day is two
an important day
in anyone's life
he has been out
doing what he likes
he doesn't know
his farmor follows
him in his thoughts
good wishes follow
him from around
the globe and reaches
him, albeit a little late
cause telepathy might
not be as fast as Skype
but just maybe it is
sending you hugs
kisses and sweetiepies.
my redhead grandson
to-day is two
an important day
in anyone's life
he has been out
doing what he likes
he doesn't know
his farmor follows
him in his thoughts
good wishes follow
him from around
the globe and reaches
him, albeit a little late
cause telepathy might
not be as fast as Skype
but just maybe it is
sending you hugs
kisses and sweetiepies.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Twingofife!
Twingo twingo running bright
on the road to somewhere right
you are just a great machine
running down the lavine
up and down where I chose - you go
round and about - I know
that you are truly my car
because we travel near and far
to what end we both will come
you will twinkle like a star
in all red colors - in the great bazar
you are such a cute little chum
whereas I will end up in the grave
you will shine and recycled pave
away for another kind of life
forever you shall play as a fife.
on the road to somewhere right
you are just a great machine
running down the lavine
up and down where I chose - you go
round and about - I know
that you are truly my car
because we travel near and far
to what end we both will come
you will twinkle like a star
in all red colors - in the great bazar
you are such a cute little chum
whereas I will end up in the grave
you will shine and recycled pave
away for another kind of life
forever you shall play as a fife.
Friday, July 09, 2010
Le vin parfait
Once in a blue moon
one will taste a wine
of a certain kind
which bouquet
will haunt your buds
not often - just
this rare occasion
where the blend
of the grapes
will scent your palate
and send you off
to a secret paradise
of friendship or
just companionship
to-night that rich
round earthly bloom
of an touching pat
swirled itsself down
the throat of you
and you sensed it.
one will taste a wine
of a certain kind
which bouquet
will haunt your buds
not often - just
this rare occasion
where the blend
of the grapes
will scent your palate
and send you off
to a secret paradise
of friendship or
just companionship
to-night that rich
round earthly bloom
of an touching pat
swirled itsself down
the throat of you
and you sensed it.
Wednesday, July 07, 2010
Oven dreams
I cook something - a dream
a mix that I have made
it will never be the same
because that's not my game
a foodie's mascerade -
just filled with cream.
a mix that I have made
it will never be the same
because that's not my game
a foodie's mascerade -
just filled with cream.
Tuesday, July 06, 2010
Musings of a sorry kind
Sitting in my little room
far away from everybody
I have to -
to get my writing going
but it ain't going anywhere
cause each day is new
with new joys/sadnesses/
persons/animals/
views/introsppections/
so discipline has to be found
if not today
maybe tomorrow
although...
bad excuses/sad idiocies/
maybe after lunch
in siesta hour,
the I shall attempt to..
far away from everybody
I have to -
to get my writing going
but it ain't going anywhere
cause each day is new
with new joys/sadnesses/
persons/animals/
views/introsppections/
so discipline has to be found
if not today
maybe tomorrow
although...
bad excuses/sad idiocies/
maybe after lunch
in siesta hour,
the I shall attempt to..
Monday, July 05, 2010
Summer days - no ending
lazy summer - shot
anyhting done - not
wild vines - green
footsteps - seen
cleaning - nil
writing - quill
of the daze - out
get moving - about
continued - not
because it's too hot
anyhting done - not
wild vines - green
footsteps - seen
cleaning - nil
writing - quill
of the daze - out
get moving - about
continued - not
because it's too hot
Thursday, July 01, 2010
Shoulds-woulds-coulds?!
Shoulds coulds woulds
all words tempting the
my bad conscience
I should clean, for instance,
I really do not feel like it.
I could go for a walk,
more likely.
I would like for somebody
to turn up on my doorstep
with a genie and then finish
whatever I was struggling with,
not going to happen either!
So shoulds woulds coulds
go away for now today
and let me live in peace
but tomorrow you may turn
up again for all I care,
although you are coming
nagging me in the night.
My coulds, woulds and shoulds
be with me anyway now
you always will until
the end of my days!
all words tempting the
my bad conscience
I should clean, for instance,
I really do not feel like it.
I could go for a walk,
more likely.
I would like for somebody
to turn up on my doorstep
with a genie and then finish
whatever I was struggling with,
not going to happen either!
So shoulds woulds coulds
go away for now today
and let me live in peace
but tomorrow you may turn
up again for all I care,
although you are coming
nagging me in the night.
My coulds, woulds and shoulds
be with me anyway now
you always will until
the end of my days!
A sneeze
Sneezing in he road
it could have been me
but instead it is somebody else
whose nose talks in spurts
achoo - achooo
- achoo
A sneeze is something
strange- you cannot hide
it has to come out - somehow
somewhere in a house in a street
bless you we say
but
what does it really mean?
thank goodness it is not me
making that awful noise bothering
everybody - anybody - anywhere
me be blessed
not
it could have been me
but instead it is somebody else
whose nose talks in spurts
achoo - achooo
- achoo
A sneeze is something
strange- you cannot hide
it has to come out - somehow
somewhere in a house in a street
bless you we say
but
what does it really mean?
thank goodness it is not me
making that awful noise bothering
everybody - anybody - anywhere
me be blessed
not
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