a tutor is torturer
because s/he knows
the subjects' woes.
No sense of humor
a student's horror
because s/he fears
learning's frontiers.
Instead of a center
for scholarly learning
a torturing inventor
of brains
- just burning.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Fundraising mafiosae
Three ladies like the Macbeth witches
descend one day on a local purveyor
of jewelry - in Valentines' week
they walk around his store - surveyor!
He can afford to donate to our cause
not thinking that their business
is not a deal but a begging applause
and he is making a living quintuple
during that particular busy time
to be able to afford his donations
to good deeds and worthy principles.
He should be able to without aggravation
give us a diamond of a certain size
while holding an employee hostage
to their needs - not even blushing -
that they are not the customers
but the pleaders of their case - pushing.
They lost the privilege to ever
come again by using mafia methods.
Sometimes stick up your index
and smell where you are heading
- the wind will show gently -
or your case ends up before a firing squad.
descend one day on a local purveyor
of jewelry - in Valentines' week
they walk around his store - surveyor!
He can afford to donate to our cause
not thinking that their business
is not a deal but a begging applause
and he is making a living quintuple
during that particular busy time
to be able to afford his donations
to good deeds and worthy principles.
He should be able to without aggravation
give us a diamond of a certain size
while holding an employee hostage
to their needs - not even blushing -
that they are not the customers
but the pleaders of their case - pushing.
They lost the privilege to ever
come again by using mafia methods.
Sometimes stick up your index
and smell where you are heading
- the wind will show gently -
or your case ends up before a firing squad.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Jewelry joys
A feast for the feminine feeble
as a male chauvinist would say
of gold, glitter, diamonds primeval
a person's wealth on display
it goes back in time medieval
where a woman's worth in gold weighed
nothing on intelligence of the people
just plain old cold cash had it made
but stones, metals and such regals
show beauty and security every day
so if I like an emerald set in a bezel
I embody the history in a fine way.
A woman's thought of liking jewelry
as a male chauvinist would say
of gold, glitter, diamonds primeval
a person's wealth on display
it goes back in time medieval
where a woman's worth in gold weighed
nothing on intelligence of the people
just plain old cold cash had it made
but stones, metals and such regals
show beauty and security every day
so if I like an emerald set in a bezel
I embody the history in a fine way.
A woman's thought of liking jewelry
Friday, February 18, 2011
Venus enchanted
A Venus Temple
along the Via Domitia
gives my soul hope
cries, laughs,
loves, dies.
Sole heritage
of a woman's body,
embraced by the Eve's Star,
fertilizes, grinds,
harvests and digests.
Man as stout Wotan
with dire views of Gaia
cannot conquer her
without abolishing
his warrior self.
A yin and a yang
should produce a young
orb of equality
in the absolute sense
by embracing the femina.
along the Via Domitia
gives my soul hope
cries, laughs,
loves, dies.
Sole heritage
of a woman's body,
embraced by the Eve's Star,
fertilizes, grinds,
harvests and digests.
Man as stout Wotan
with dire views of Gaia
cannot conquer her
without abolishing
his warrior self.
A yin and a yang
should produce a young
orb of equality
in the absolute sense
by embracing the femina.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
To paraphrase a rose
Yesterday - a spittin' time
depending on the way you look at it
or a long time ago
there was once a rosebud
which grew into beauty
in all fairness
the name of the rose of Sharon is
but a lily of the Madonna
or a Fleur-de-Lis
so with emblems of kings of France
the Florentine Medicis
the Lotus cross brings it back to
the Indus Valley and
its name fades in the mists.
"Stat rosa pristina nomine, nomina nuda tenemus"
"Yesterday's rose endures in its name, we hold empty names".
Umberto Eco: The Name of the Rose
depending on the way you look at it
or a long time ago
there was once a rosebud
which grew into beauty
in all fairness
the name of the rose of Sharon is
but a lily of the Madonna
or a Fleur-de-Lis
so with emblems of kings of France
the Florentine Medicis
the Lotus cross brings it back to
the Indus Valley and
its name fades in the mists.
"Stat rosa pristina nomine, nomina nuda tenemus"
"Yesterday's rose endures in its name, we hold empty names".
Umberto Eco: The Name of the Rose
Lessons in medieval history
In a history class
shown a movie
with an observant monk
trying to figure out
why and who did the murders
the name of the rose
and it was surely not
a rose-colored garden
but bitterly cold and wrought
abbey high in isolated mountains
with much medieval mystery
but the knowledge
the teacher wants the young ones
to take away is to remind them
that times are a little bit easier
a little bit less violent
a lot less superstition around
although when you open
the news or read the dailies
it is difficult to
swallow that times have changed
that much - but at the end of the day
if you are not atomistic
your faith in genes and changes
will alas be in vain
so in spite of it all
I still hope for the future
of a more personable personkind.
shown a movie
with an observant monk
trying to figure out
why and who did the murders
the name of the rose
and it was surely not
a rose-colored garden
but bitterly cold and wrought
abbey high in isolated mountains
with much medieval mystery
but the knowledge
the teacher wants the young ones
to take away is to remind them
that times are a little bit easier
a little bit less violent
a lot less superstition around
although when you open
the news or read the dailies
it is difficult to
swallow that times have changed
that much - but at the end of the day
if you are not atomistic
your faith in genes and changes
will alas be in vain
so in spite of it all
I still hope for the future
of a more personable personkind.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Future freedom?
within seconds
fathomed Facebook
a venue where
kids went last night
read a digital definition
of an weird app
realized the whole
terrible truth
that the world
runs amok
one faithful site
did not allow access
the only sure source
is a bidding on this blog
and some days
that is not even believable
you wonder what
the Internet invokes
in our foreign future
freedom fallowing
faithful opens
the news to honesty?
fathomed Facebook
a venue where
kids went last night
read a digital definition
of an weird app
realized the whole
terrible truth
that the world
runs amok
one faithful site
did not allow access
the only sure source
is a bidding on this blog
and some days
that is not even believable
you wonder what
the Internet invokes
in our foreign future
freedom fallowing
faithful opens
the news to honesty?
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Geisha and Lahore's dancing girls
Traditions ultimate break
geisha and dancing girls
in Lahore in Japan anywhere
else where girls try
to make a living without
succumbing to prostitution
and please the males
without sexual intentions.
The ancient arts of tea ceremony
and dance with bells
will not be the same ever
always end up in the same spot
the testosterone commands
that every aspect of life
becomes sexual submission
progesterone looses out.
geisha and dancing girls
in Lahore in Japan anywhere
else where girls try
to make a living without
succumbing to prostitution
and please the males
without sexual intentions.
The ancient arts of tea ceremony
and dance with bells
will not be the same ever
always end up in the same spot
the testosterone commands
that every aspect of life
becomes sexual submission
progesterone looses out.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Another one for our dog, her majesty!
Our dog decides
where to go
with whom to do what
she is now totally
in control
her mind's made up
this winter
she has us fooled
taking the boys
for a spin
while letting
the girls
do the work
of her majesty's
every whim.
where to go
with whom to do what
she is now totally
in control
her mind's made up
this winter
she has us fooled
taking the boys
for a spin
while letting
the girls
do the work
of her majesty's
every whim.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Mistory
history - herstory
it is all about
acts eating drinking
fornication
giving birth dying
who has power
who is meek
who is nuts
who has guts
who is week
in control of flour
whose might of buying
incurs stagflation
wishful poetic thinking
guttering out
of any - mistory*
(*used as history misread
mistreated, and the danger
of not knowing your history
or herstory)
it is all about
acts eating drinking
fornication
giving birth dying
who has power
who is meek
who is nuts
who has guts
who is week
in control of flour
whose might of buying
incurs stagflation
wishful poetic thinking
guttering out
of any - mistory*
(*used as history misread
mistreated, and the danger
of not knowing your history
or herstory)
Wednesday, February 09, 2011
Where there's a will!
In faraway lands of dreams
a princess once saw
what difference in conduct
of the sexes at war
no respect - just chattel
the females were nil
she rose from her nightmare
and said - I have a will.
a princess once saw
what difference in conduct
of the sexes at war
no respect - just chattel
the females were nil
she rose from her nightmare
and said - I have a will.
Monday, February 07, 2011
Goodbye HuffPost
HuffPost and AOL
leaning left and right
the right will win
and we shall be poorer.
Alas, each time
a merger gets an OK
the little people lose
and the rich wins again.
The world of news
just got a tad worse.
leaning left and right
the right will win
and we shall be poorer.
Alas, each time
a merger gets an OK
the little people lose
and the rich wins again.
The world of news
just got a tad worse.
Sunday, February 06, 2011
Out of the loop
Superbowl Sunday
most people in the US
is more concerned
with who is gonna win
Green Bay or Steelers?
I realize it is escapism
instead of turning
towards poverty - war
famine and monsoon havoc.
For one day let them
eat their snacks
drink their beers.
As long as they remember
tomorrow that
this world is a farce
that the rich will get richer
and the poor will get poorer.
Looping in or out
as a mental space
will the world ever change?
most people in the US
is more concerned
with who is gonna win
Green Bay or Steelers?
I realize it is escapism
instead of turning
towards poverty - war
famine and monsoon havoc.
For one day let them
eat their snacks
drink their beers.
As long as they remember
tomorrow that
this world is a farce
that the rich will get richer
and the poor will get poorer.
Looping in or out
as a mental space
will the world ever change?
Saturday, February 05, 2011
My other world
A glimpse of my other world
in two emails today
is what I need to see
that my other world is living
and so shall I.
in two emails today
is what I need to see
that my other world is living
and so shall I.
Friday, February 04, 2011
My own mind - my own world
my own mind is my own world
here and there
I glimpse a part of yours
or even theirs
but never can I stop thinking
that I am alone
whether surrounded or solitary
in a combat zone
I created my terrestrial cosmos
to survive this fact
with husband, kids and grandsons
friends, foe, an act
of sheer energy to prevail upon
this earth of ours
yet today I unflaggingly know
that I count the hours
here and there
I glimpse a part of yours
or even theirs
but never can I stop thinking
that I am alone
whether surrounded or solitary
in a combat zone
I created my terrestrial cosmos
to survive this fact
with husband, kids and grandsons
friends, foe, an act
of sheer energy to prevail upon
this earth of ours
yet today I unflaggingly know
that I count the hours
Wednesday, February 02, 2011
A day like any other?
Groundhog day - no shadow
so the weather will turn
early on to Spring
Candlemas of presentation
in the temple 40 days
will bring forth a child
Sementivae a day for sowing
a mix of mother earth and
the seeds from her own hands
Mauni Amavasya in Hindi
investigates the silence
inside yourself - introspection
Metal tiger's last day
transformations can be good
but can be exhausted - dull.
Other calendars show that
on this day it was the feast
of harvest - down under.
So where ever you are you
have a reason to celebrate
and enjoy this day as your last.
so the weather will turn
early on to Spring
Candlemas of presentation
in the temple 40 days
will bring forth a child
Sementivae a day for sowing
a mix of mother earth and
the seeds from her own hands
Mauni Amavasya in Hindi
investigates the silence
inside yourself - introspection
Metal tiger's last day
transformations can be good
but can be exhausted - dull.
Other calendars show that
on this day it was the feast
of harvest - down under.
So where ever you are you
have a reason to celebrate
and enjoy this day as your last.
Tuesday, February 01, 2011
Freedom?
Forgive an old hag
to be skeptical
of the freedom movements
in Tunis and Egypt
and anywhere else!
Unleash democracy
and in emancipation's name
there is danger ahead!
Education, education
and maturity of republics
cast the final spell
to govern with representation
of everyone in the land.
Look at the Balkans
another war of ten years
etc, etc...
look at any country
trying to become free
The Russian elite
once more governing
and are people sui juris?
Freedom is dearly bought
just a tiny interjection
it does not happen overnight!
Only when the country
has been occupied and then
its long history of democracy
or a "similar" growth
then yes - it can happen.
In this case - beware of naivety
it will be a long while
before freedom reigns in Egypt.
In Tunisia - democracy have
a fighting mayhap chance!
to be skeptical
of the freedom movements
in Tunis and Egypt
and anywhere else!
Unleash democracy
and in emancipation's name
there is danger ahead!
Education, education
and maturity of republics
cast the final spell
to govern with representation
of everyone in the land.
Look at the Balkans
another war of ten years
etc, etc...
look at any country
trying to become free
The Russian elite
once more governing
and are people sui juris?
Freedom is dearly bought
just a tiny interjection
it does not happen overnight!
Only when the country
has been occupied and then
its long history of democracy
or a "similar" growth
then yes - it can happen.
In this case - beware of naivety
it will be a long while
before freedom reigns in Egypt.
In Tunisia - democracy have
a fighting mayhap chance!
Rabbit - rarebit
year of the rabbit coming
hoppity hop
daughter buying a new car
hippity hip
starting a class today
happity hap
morning meditations in ice
huppity hup
gravity grave with black snow
heppity hep
hope I will not fall this year
hoppity hop
hoppity hop
daughter buying a new car
hippity hip
starting a class today
happity hap
morning meditations in ice
huppity hup
gravity grave with black snow
heppity hep
hope I will not fall this year
hoppity hop
Monday, January 31, 2011
Winter upon winter
Winter blahs
of la-di-dahs
oh the glow
of the snow
to just chill
at my sill
and dream away
of bergs at bay
winter doldrums
fee-fi-fo-fums.
of la-di-dahs
oh the glow
of the snow
to just chill
at my sill
and dream away
of bergs at bay
winter doldrums
fee-fi-fo-fums.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
NYC - an instant
New York City in the snow
has a glorious dark glow
a wonderment of busy bees
shoveling - hoveling indeed
sitting in a corner Starbucks
people-watching - moments deluxe
stopped by force - by the weather
en route from light to nether
but gratefully I sip my coffee
to the instant of feeling free.
has a glorious dark glow
a wonderment of busy bees
shoveling - hoveling indeed
sitting in a corner Starbucks
people-watching - moments deluxe
stopped by force - by the weather
en route from light to nether
but gratefully I sip my coffee
to the instant of feeling free.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
The comics of Cazouls
Last day for a long time
here in this little place
that I know so well
to paraphrase the beginning
of Asterix et Obelix.
Each time is a journey
into the "comics" of Cazouls
its usual gallery of persons
The beginning - my neighbors
British are not your usual lot.
It expands to the Irishman
further down the street
I see him in summer - quite a hunk
young and a bit weird -solidly
charming and somehow caring.
The Canadian photographer
an artist in himself - having lived
the big life of 70 and 80ies
gone from a fancy ever-which-where
to a sad shadow of himself still holding.
The Lebanese couple on the corner
the man supervising everything
in summer and mostly winter
with his obligatory cigarette hanging
his wife a little mouse - yet feisty.
The Tunisian lady who is fully
maked-up to the nines always
impeccably dressed and ironed
always in skirts and silks stockings
yet she smiled and her spirituality shines.
The French fishmonger with a flair
for selling lowes arches like me
and we have great philosophical
and deep conversations about
almost anything from politics to sex.
Up the other way still in my street
although it has now another name
I walk past my favorite house
a true copy of Palladian villa
in miniature to the Norwegians.
These are a spacial breed of kindness
openness and just sheer joyful
integrating themselves deeply
in the village and its life
and remain truly a model for the rest.
To be continued
here in this little place
that I know so well
to paraphrase the beginning
of Asterix et Obelix.
Each time is a journey
into the "comics" of Cazouls
its usual gallery of persons
The beginning - my neighbors
British are not your usual lot.
It expands to the Irishman
further down the street
I see him in summer - quite a hunk
young and a bit weird -solidly
charming and somehow caring.
The Canadian photographer
an artist in himself - having lived
the big life of 70 and 80ies
gone from a fancy ever-which-where
to a sad shadow of himself still holding.
The Lebanese couple on the corner
the man supervising everything
in summer and mostly winter
with his obligatory cigarette hanging
his wife a little mouse - yet feisty.
The Tunisian lady who is fully
maked-up to the nines always
impeccably dressed and ironed
always in skirts and silks stockings
yet she smiled and her spirituality shines.
The French fishmonger with a flair
for selling lowes arches like me
and we have great philosophical
and deep conversations about
almost anything from politics to sex.
Up the other way still in my street
although it has now another name
I walk past my favorite house
a true copy of Palladian villa
in miniature to the Norwegians.
These are a spacial breed of kindness
openness and just sheer joyful
integrating themselves deeply
in the village and its life
and remain truly a model for the rest.
To be continued
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Les gens d'antan
Je cherche a trouver
l'histoire ancienne
de mon village adopte
des l'age antediluvienne
jusqu'au l'age medieval
avec des troubadours
et des droits seigneurials
Il y a des tambours
qui ont deja fait les pas
et je lis leurs efforts
interessants et mea-culpas
a eux de me douter les coffre-forts.
Dans mon cerveau revant
encore d'Adalais de Cazouls
mes pensees et mes idees hantent; -
elle n'etait pas un capitoul
mais peut-etre une femme
qui avait des idees cathares
elle avait donc un ame
qui devrait se faire avatar.
Quel est la verite des gens
des etres humains de la terre
de l'age lointain ou mainantant?
La question reste - dans
des mes essuie-verres!
l'histoire ancienne
de mon village adopte
des l'age antediluvienne
jusqu'au l'age medieval
avec des troubadours
et des droits seigneurials
Il y a des tambours
qui ont deja fait les pas
et je lis leurs efforts
interessants et mea-culpas
a eux de me douter les coffre-forts.
Dans mon cerveau revant
encore d'Adalais de Cazouls
mes pensees et mes idees hantent; -
elle n'etait pas un capitoul
mais peut-etre une femme
qui avait des idees cathares
elle avait donc un ame
qui devrait se faire avatar.
Quel est la verite des gens
des etres humains de la terre
de l'age lointain ou mainantant?
La question reste - dans
des mes essuie-verres!
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Nomenclature for the happy in the soul!
Quintastic equals fifty and wonderful
I found in "the Guardian"
"Sexastic" is the same as a sixty year old
feeling good about herself
"septuastic" will be a person at 70
expression joy of life
"octoastic" shall the eighties decade
in a vivacious embrace
another ten years - a "nonastic"
will enjoy the latest bit
before the big centastic!
Sexastic, septuastic,octoastic, nonastic and
centastic are words coined by "Polygraphya".
I found in "the Guardian"
"Sexastic" is the same as a sixty year old
feeling good about herself
"septuastic" will be a person at 70
expression joy of life
"octoastic" shall the eighties decade
in a vivacious embrace
another ten years - a "nonastic"
will enjoy the latest bit
before the big centastic!
Sexastic, septuastic,octoastic, nonastic and
centastic are words coined by "Polygraphya".
Leben is reisen
Ich muss noch arbeiten
fur die Reisen die ich mache
und ich lebe einfach
wenn ich in die Welt herumkehre
einen Tag noch nich zu weit
von dieser Zeit werde
die Arbeit doch anzuhalten
und dann muss ich wahlen
meine Reisen begrenzen
und ich habe eine Furcht
denn ware ich eine Alte.
fur die Reisen die ich mache
und ich lebe einfach
wenn ich in die Welt herumkehre
einen Tag noch nich zu weit
von dieser Zeit werde
die Arbeit doch anzuhalten
und dann muss ich wahlen
meine Reisen begrenzen
und ich habe eine Furcht
denn ware ich eine Alte.
Friday, January 21, 2011
Food pornographya
Saw a term in a Danish newspaper
"food pornography"
guessing its connotations
of grandeur in Epicurean terms
joys of eating good food
to the point of ignoring
talking about anything else.
Taste buds of a rare kind, ya think?
Nah, due to the French enjoyment
of their well cooked meal -
now on the UNESCO lists of
immaterial items -
you can find it at any
well cooked meal in France
where you end up every conversation
around the dinner table
with food pornography
it is simply a ritual
to discuss how much time,
what did you do to make it special
how did you grandmother do it,
are the beans cooked better
starting in cold water or not?
From Julia Child to
the Michelin guides
they are what I would term
food - pornographya
you write about meals
you photograph the ingredients
you taste a simple home cooked meal
and you are in ecstasy.
"food pornography"
guessing its connotations
of grandeur in Epicurean terms
joys of eating good food
to the point of ignoring
talking about anything else.
Taste buds of a rare kind, ya think?
Nah, due to the French enjoyment
of their well cooked meal -
now on the UNESCO lists of
immaterial items -
you can find it at any
well cooked meal in France
where you end up every conversation
around the dinner table
with food pornography
it is simply a ritual
to discuss how much time,
what did you do to make it special
how did you grandmother do it,
are the beans cooked better
starting in cold water or not?
From Julia Child to
the Michelin guides
they are what I would term
food - pornographya
you write about meals
you photograph the ingredients
you taste a simple home cooked meal
and you are in ecstasy.
Aendringsgruk
Et lille ord
jeg derpaa svor
at jeg ville det aendre
skibet er sejlet
og ordet fik
det til at kaentre.
(first poem in my mothertongue
in 40 years or more)
jeg derpaa svor
at jeg ville det aendre
skibet er sejlet
og ordet fik
det til at kaentre.
(first poem in my mothertongue
in 40 years or more)
Thursday, January 20, 2011
En cherchant les arches
Je me sens si a l'aise
dans mon petit endroit
je fais que je veux
j'ai tant d'espoir
de me debrouiller ici
sans connaitre vraiment le midi
mais les gens me font
le compliment d'ouvrir
leur maisons au fond
d'y bien aboutir
pour me donner la chance
par curiosite ou par bonte
de trouver les arches secrets
de Cazouls les Beziers
et je cherche en favorisant
les vielles maisons d'artissants
qui y reste du moyen age
leur esprits me disent autant
que je desire de revenir
autant que les batiments
me permettent d'avantage.
(C'est pas tout a fait ce que je voudrais dire - mais
l'esprit du poeme est la - tout de meme)
dans mon petit endroit
je fais que je veux
j'ai tant d'espoir
de me debrouiller ici
sans connaitre vraiment le midi
mais les gens me font
le compliment d'ouvrir
leur maisons au fond
d'y bien aboutir
pour me donner la chance
par curiosite ou par bonte
de trouver les arches secrets
de Cazouls les Beziers
et je cherche en favorisant
les vielles maisons d'artissants
qui y reste du moyen age
leur esprits me disent autant
que je desire de revenir
autant que les batiments
me permettent d'avantage.
(C'est pas tout a fait ce que je voudrais dire - mais
l'esprit du poeme est la - tout de meme)
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Time after time
- no time - it is gone
as soon as the moment
has been it no longer is
sometimes my perception
of the immediate time
slows it down - internally
and at other times
when I am interested
it runs like a jet motor
my seeing the time
has nothing to do with it
it is what time is
and that is all a nil
it is a quiet evolution
of my space here and now
philosophically I can
comprehend the time
for what it is
but sometimes it is hard
to grasp the moment
and just float along
in it - it all depends
on the internal interest
of the individual
time can exist or not
you can exist or not
the way we do it
is our fortune's wheel
and the time we have left
is all we have got -
as soon as the moment
has been it no longer is
sometimes my perception
of the immediate time
slows it down - internally
and at other times
when I am interested
it runs like a jet motor
my seeing the time
has nothing to do with it
it is what time is
and that is all a nil
it is a quiet evolution
of my space here and now
philosophically I can
comprehend the time
for what it is
but sometimes it is hard
to grasp the moment
and just float along
in it - it all depends
on the internal interest
of the individual
time can exist or not
you can exist or not
the way we do it
is our fortune's wheel
and the time we have left
is all we have got -
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Pampering
Today in my little village
pampering my weary face
was jolly on the agenda
expensive - yes
but feelings were great
and somewhat different
I have not done it before
but realizing that the French women
do take more care of themselves
I thought - why not me too?
So my face of maturity is the same
as always - wrinkles galore
but it is hydrated and modulated
and inundated with creams
and massages - and masks
and more creams - so
at least for today
my rippled sandpaper is gone and
my creases are seemingly less deep!
pampering my weary face
was jolly on the agenda
expensive - yes
but feelings were great
and somewhat different
I have not done it before
but realizing that the French women
do take more care of themselves
I thought - why not me too?
So my face of maturity is the same
as always - wrinkles galore
but it is hydrated and modulated
and inundated with creams
and massages - and masks
and more creams - so
at least for today
my rippled sandpaper is gone and
my creases are seemingly less deep!
Monday, January 17, 2011
Dreaming of history
JFK MLK RFK
need I say more
than when you read
what they actually said
and stood for
that was when
the US had leaders
JFK knew when to say
how to say it
and the public
was not in until later
on his somewhat sordid
life in power
however he symbolized
the young hopeful US
MLK was a black man
who changed how
the African Americans
were treated
not by violence
by changing the dream
of love in the US
RFK stood for justice
and he would have
taken on the mafia
and made other changes
he of all had the makings
of a great president
not to become one in the US
JFK, MLK, RFK
all within one decade
we can mourn for
what could have been
history might
not have been so -
but oh what a
youthful joyful dream
long gone in the US
need I say more
than when you read
what they actually said
and stood for
that was when
the US had leaders
JFK knew when to say
how to say it
and the public
was not in until later
on his somewhat sordid
life in power
however he symbolized
the young hopeful US
MLK was a black man
who changed how
the African Americans
were treated
not by violence
by changing the dream
of love in the US
RFK stood for justice
and he would have
taken on the mafia
and made other changes
he of all had the makings
of a great president
not to become one in the US
JFK, MLK, RFK
all within one decade
we can mourn for
what could have been
history might
not have been so -
but oh what a
youthful joyful dream
long gone in the US
Sunday, January 16, 2011
In awe - of friendship
Just to forestall
I don't think I'll be
as fortunate as yesterday
with so much luck
on my plate - unprecedented
at least in my book.
Tonight - I am beholden -
for having served a meal
to my newfound almost 5 year old
f r i e n d s
of this tiny village hidden
somewhere - just pure luck
again - unrivalled.
They may not feel it
but I do - unjudged by them
accepted as I am
unless I tell them
of my bagage -
to me that is rare -
in this day and age
and I am eternally grateful.
I don't think I'll be
as fortunate as yesterday
with so much luck
on my plate - unprecedented
at least in my book.
Tonight - I am beholden -
for having served a meal
to my newfound almost 5 year old
f r i e n d s
of this tiny village hidden
somewhere - just pure luck
again - unrivalled.
They may not feel it
but I do - unjudged by them
accepted as I am
unless I tell them
of my bagage -
to me that is rare -
in this day and age
and I am eternally grateful.
Lucky day - yesterday
Could not find my cards
knew they were somewhere
in my hideouts or drawers
looked desperately for them
for three whole days - gave up -
and yesterday while shaking
something else - different
out they fell on a whim.
I smiled - it was my lucky day.
knew they were somewhere
in my hideouts or drawers
looked desperately for them
for three whole days - gave up -
and yesterday while shaking
something else - different
out they fell on a whim.
I smiled - it was my lucky day.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Lucky to be alive
in my pj I sit and ponder
the split of mind asunder
of here and there on the globe
giving my thoughts a robe
to tie the different pieces
split like an atom of caprices
not all are so fortunate
as to readily correlate
life here or elsewhere
creating panache with flair
and enjoy this privilege
in my vintage petite village
the split of mind asunder
of here and there on the globe
giving my thoughts a robe
to tie the different pieces
split like an atom of caprices
not all are so fortunate
as to readily correlate
life here or elsewhere
creating panache with flair
and enjoy this privilege
in my vintage petite village
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Une idee germinante
Un dejeuner pas a l'herbe
mais dans un petit restaurant
tres gentil pas acerbe
avec une amie en causant
on bavarde sur nos vies
en mangeant au soleil brillant
on se rend compte bien servie
le temps passe - nous absorbant
une idee notre ensemble gerbe
un personnage sera notre ciselant
sa galaxie deviendra superbe
que sa reflexion soit urbi et orbi.
mais dans un petit restaurant
tres gentil pas acerbe
avec une amie en causant
on bavarde sur nos vies
en mangeant au soleil brillant
on se rend compte bien servie
le temps passe - nous absorbant
une idee notre ensemble gerbe
un personnage sera notre ciselant
sa galaxie deviendra superbe
que sa reflexion soit urbi et orbi.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Village works?
Civilization what is it?
Is it that you can live in harmony?
with Mother Nature and your neighbor?
Does it show its head
when you respectfully disagree?
When you are teaching
your child, "Thank you" and "please"?
Does it appear magically?
When you talk down to someone
does that someone have respect for you?
If she or he does
then he or she is the civilized
and you are on the margin.
Great thinkers have contemplated
the barbaric society for eons
and came up with more reasons why,
but a human being conjures not
by accident - it takes work
it again takes a village.
Is it that you can live in harmony?
with Mother Nature and your neighbor?
Does it show its head
when you respectfully disagree?
When you are teaching
your child, "Thank you" and "please"?
Does it appear magically?
When you talk down to someone
does that someone have respect for you?
If she or he does
then he or she is the civilized
and you are on the margin.
Great thinkers have contemplated
the barbaric society for eons
and came up with more reasons why,
but a human being conjures not
by accident - it takes work
it again takes a village.
Sleep- no
Sleepless again
muddles my brain
function is nil
I'm no Jill
a person needs
his, her rest
this is indeed
a day like pest.
muddles my brain
function is nil
I'm no Jill
a person needs
his, her rest
this is indeed
a day like pest.
Sunday, January 09, 2011
Une pierre dans ma main
Une pierre dans ma main
sur mon habituel chemin
chaque jour je me rends
pour exercer mon corpulent
cerveau - exigeant l'air
et inspiration - un seminaire
de la nature et du monde
meme si des idees venues
sont parfois moribondes.
Un petit rocher contient
les atomes, des elements
qui etaient la au debut
une anti-matiere absolute
avec des 14 C radioisotopes
et des cellules de l'hysope.
Ce galet represent pour moi
les temps de ma finale voie
le terre rouge du midi francais
les gents m'obligeraient
de participer et m'engager
de vivre sans me degager
de la terre, du ciel ou de la mer
jusqu'au noli me tangere.
sur mon habituel chemin
chaque jour je me rends
pour exercer mon corpulent
cerveau - exigeant l'air
et inspiration - un seminaire
de la nature et du monde
meme si des idees venues
sont parfois moribondes.
Un petit rocher contient
les atomes, des elements
qui etaient la au debut
une anti-matiere absolute
avec des 14 C radioisotopes
et des cellules de l'hysope.
Ce galet represent pour moi
les temps de ma finale voie
le terre rouge du midi francais
les gents m'obligeraient
de participer et m'engager
de vivre sans me degager
de la terre, du ciel ou de la mer
jusqu'au noli me tangere.
Friday, January 07, 2011
Un diner
Mon petit village cosmopolitan
avec des indigenes languedociens
et presque tous les pays europeens
represent le fait du monde entier
et un plus de solidaire humanite
naturellement pas tout a fait un paradis
mais un bien honnete rassemblement
fut au diner hier mangeant intensement
chez des amis -tous mes remerciements.
(A Francine at Max)
avec des indigenes languedociens
et presque tous les pays europeens
represent le fait du monde entier
et un plus de solidaire humanite
naturellement pas tout a fait un paradis
mais un bien honnete rassemblement
fut au diner hier mangeant intensement
chez des amis -tous mes remerciements.
(A Francine at Max)
Tuesday, January 04, 2011
Half way around the world - in a bottle
At the Mediterranean
I imagine myself
with a bottle in hand
thinking of my grandsons
and a sense of wonder
realizing they have just been
at Jervis Bay
on the East coast of Australia
for a couple of days
I imagine they had tossed me
this vial with a little note
saying how they enjoyed
their dolphin watching
or other things they have done.
I visualize their jubilation
when they finally see their scribbles'
mail in the green canister
slowly getting drawn out by the waves
asking their mum ebulliently,
"Do you think Farmor will get it?"
"I am positive" she assures them.
It has a long way to go,
says Alexander, the older of the two
"Bottle reach Farmor," cries Torben,
only two and a half, redhead.
Following the trail of the message
in the green vessel
will take some grand imagination
plus going back to seaward lesson 101
sailings and tips for when
to send your bottle around the globe.
So let me begin the travel of the
bottle with a note from Xander and Torben
I cannot help checking the trade winds
and those can cause a problem
reaching the ultimate goal
of getting a very desired post
from two great guys down-under.
As an Easterly wind of the Pacific
grabs the bottle high on the foaming sea
it bubbles, it wobbles
it twists, it turns, it dabbles
up an down meeting whales
schools of fish of all kinds
on its maiden, but dreamy voyage.
It, however, first lands close by
Jervis Bay - on Austinmer Beach
and Farmor takes a deep breath
not having expected that teeny
speck of an umpteenth piece of ash
from a beloved friend whose dust
was spread there but just before
it hits the sandy lonely beach
the bottle turns around and
out towards the ocean it sails.
An honor bound bottle of a past
vintage red glorious dark and lush
the bottom carries a few drops
mingled now with dead slag
goes fast out being drawn to Fiji.
Somewhere on one of the islands
the bottle smoothly make land fast
on a beautiful beach easily one morning.
A little boy finds it and brings
it home to his family living close by.
They open the bottle - but realize
that it is not destined for them.
To entice the boy his mother,
who is a local seamstress,
tells her son "we are going to put
a small piece of tapa cloth and
send it along". She breaks off a tiny bit,
corks the bottle again, takes her son
by the hand, together they walk.
At the smooth lagune she urges
her son, "Throw it and wish it luck".
The green ship trips and twists
over and under the waves for days
and one night makes land fast on Vava'u
a beach in the Tongan archipelago.
The next morning an old man finds
the bottle and opens it -
He sees the message to Farmor from
her two wonderful boys in Aussie
so he smiles, and looks with farseeing eyes
out on the ocean. He takes the receptacle
home to his little house, adjacent.
He wonders what he can put in to show
where it has landed on its half way
around the world trip - still far off.
Suddenly he smiles. Leaving the house
to find the post office in the little hamlet.
The all-trading store has everything
you could need for beach holiday
such as foods, tins, toilet paper
anything, as well as stamps.
Since the old man does not want to spend
a lot of money, he buys the cheapest stamp
of them all,and some kawa for his siesta.
He hurries home, places the stamp in the vial
and strolls leisurely down to the sea.
The sun is now high and it is fairly breezy
so he tosses the flask - and waving at it.
Two young kids look at him - with contempt
but he just laughs them off -
"haven't you ever dreamt of something?"
he almost dances away, whereas they just
shrug their shoulders continuing doing nothing.
Days later the bottle finds Upolu
and it almost smashed against some rocks
however, it managed to land somewhere
where it could possibly be found.
A little girl surprised at seeing
the receptacle and curiously uncorks it.
Her hands shakes a bit - excited.
Alas, she cannot read it -
She wonders and thinks it over.
The next day she brings the bottle
secretly to school St Mary's
in Apia where she lives.
She shyly approaches her teacher
saying, I have found this -
but I cannot read it - can you help me?
The teacher looks at the message
and starts reading it out loud
translating it into Samoan,
Dear Farmor, We hope this
will reach you in France, somehow.
Your grandsons Xander and T0orben
From Australia and then there
is the address of the person.
How did you find it?
I saw it near the beach.
Well, then I think we should
put it back in the Ocean
after school tomorrow
and we are going to place
one Cocoa bean and your name
and our location on it
just like the others have done.
The next day the whole class goes
on an outing to throw out
the wonder vessel on its grand voyage.
All the kids and their teacher
waves as it wobbly disappears.
The bottle loaded with letters
stamp, tapa and a cocoa bean
continues its seafaring journey
half away around the world
the it decides it wants to hit
the Easter Island or another name
Rapa nui or the end of the world.
At a beach again a kid found
the vial and grabbed it eagerly
too rapidly ... so the items
gathered carefully by its benefactors
flew out on the sand...
the child screamed and yelled
and within minutes his friends
had gathered the tiny specks
placing them eagerly into the bottle.
Holding the bottle the older one
said, we must do the same.
We should draw a picture with
our island's mo'ais.
It has to be small, said another
so who is best at drawing?
Deciding who should depict
the representative was elected
they all knew that O'Kohia
drew the best, so she without
further ado designed a
figure like the ancient ones.
Everybody looked in awe
of her abilities to sketch.
When done, the oldest
took the drawing placed it
in the bottle of renown
and asked the finder
to have the honor and throw
it back on its long journey.
It bobbed and waved at the kids
as it took of from Heyerdahls dream.
It was bobbing, twirling
on it maiden voyage and suddenly
a fair amount of time passed
until it hit a coral reef
and got stuck - oh no
what would happen to
the message from Torben and Xander
to Farmor half around the world?
Luckily there are people who dive
in Floreana, not many but just enough
to have one of them find the bottle.
Where is Floreana or Charles Island
visited once by Charles Darwin
and his illustrious boat The Beagle?
At Post Office Bay the barrel
serves as a mean to send cards
all over the world without postage.
So the diver, a Dutch. with a sense
of history found a small piece of shell
from a tortoise - wrote on it Galapagos
and recorked the bottle, took it
to the barrel and placed it there
so somebody would perhaps take it
with them forwarding it to the addressee.
Half a year went by - slowly.
Xander and Torben were very disappointed
because they knew that Farmor had not
gotten the bottle - where was it?
A passenger on board a fancy vessel
invited by his millionaire friend
visited Galapagos looked through
the post and stopped, because he
once as a little boy had sent
a message in a bottle - it never arrived.
Fulfilling the childhood dream
he took the bottle and decided
to take it along - for his ride.
He knew that his friend was heading.
The gorgeous boat finally sails off
and the passenger kept the bottle
in his luxurious oak lined cabin.
A month went by they had now gone
through the Panama Canal and were
heading to St Thomas one of the Virgin Islands.
St Thomas, old Danish possessions
of slave island and and sugar cane history
not a proud time for anyone
large slave auctions were held here
when the traders came from the African continent.
In the middle of 19th century
the sugar trade went down and
slavery was abolished.
What remains in Charlotte Amalie is
the pirate Blackbeard's Castle
and one of the oldest synagogue
in the American hemisphere.
The kind man who taken care of the green
innocent vessel from Xander and Torben
in Australia was now debating
with himself whether or not
to throw it out in the sea again
or simply send it via mail to Farmor
in the South of France.
As the was visiting Charlotte Amalie
he saw a perfect little tin figurine
of Edward Teach, and he decided to buy it.
Then he thought again. Two kids
two figurines - and another tin figure
went in his shopping basket.
He had a niece in Daytona Beach, Florida
and he brought her a pirate doll.
The unknown benefactor decided
that the odds were too slim for
the bottle to reach its intended goal
without a little generous help
so he brought a box to wrap it in
opening the cork and placing the
two tin figures in the green bottle.
It now contained the note from two
Australian boys from Melbourne
a speck of ash from Jervis Bay,
from Fijii a tapa cloth piece
a tiny stamp from Tonga
a Samoan cocoa bean with an intense smell
Easter Island represented by a drawing
a shell of tortoise from Galapagos
and two West Indian tin figures
probably made in China representing
adventures waiting for anyone to grab.
The man wrapped the bottle carefully
and placed safely in a box explaining
how he had found the receptacle.
Took it to the UPS store in Charlotte Amalie
and mailed it to Farmor in France.
One day about a year after
Xander and Torben send their message in the bottle
to their Farmor - she received
a package from US Virgin Islands.
She was puzzled, knowing nobody in that spot
but her name was on it - so....
big was her surprise when she opened
the package and found a bottle
carefully wrapped and a letter
from an unknown person ...
Dear Farmor,
I found this bottle in Floreana,
Charles Darwin Island
and I sent a bottle once
when I was a little boy.
I could not understand why
my intended recipient did not
answer back, so I am fulfilling
a boy's dream of receiving
the meesage in the bottle.
Hope this will again reach
Xander and Torben in Melbourne.
Signed a boy who hopes other kids
will fulfill their dreams.
Farmor started to cry for joy
and for once she called Aussie
even though it was late at night
in Melbourne and asked to
speak to her two grandson's.
When she saw them on Skype
she waved the vial and said -
The bottle has safely arrived
and when I come to visit you
at Christmas we shall open it.
I imagine myself
with a bottle in hand
thinking of my grandsons
and a sense of wonder
realizing they have just been
at Jervis Bay
on the East coast of Australia
for a couple of days
I imagine they had tossed me
this vial with a little note
saying how they enjoyed
their dolphin watching
or other things they have done.
I visualize their jubilation
when they finally see their scribbles'
mail in the green canister
slowly getting drawn out by the waves
asking their mum ebulliently,
"Do you think Farmor will get it?"
"I am positive" she assures them.
It has a long way to go,
says Alexander, the older of the two
"Bottle reach Farmor," cries Torben,
only two and a half, redhead.
Following the trail of the message
in the green vessel
will take some grand imagination
plus going back to seaward lesson 101
sailings and tips for when
to send your bottle around the globe.
So let me begin the travel of the
bottle with a note from Xander and Torben
I cannot help checking the trade winds
and those can cause a problem
reaching the ultimate goal
of getting a very desired post
from two great guys down-under.
As an Easterly wind of the Pacific
grabs the bottle high on the foaming sea
it bubbles, it wobbles
it twists, it turns, it dabbles
up an down meeting whales
schools of fish of all kinds
on its maiden, but dreamy voyage.
It, however, first lands close by
Jervis Bay - on Austinmer Beach
and Farmor takes a deep breath
not having expected that teeny
speck of an umpteenth piece of ash
from a beloved friend whose dust
was spread there but just before
it hits the sandy lonely beach
the bottle turns around and
out towards the ocean it sails.
An honor bound bottle of a past
vintage red glorious dark and lush
the bottom carries a few drops
mingled now with dead slag
goes fast out being drawn to Fiji.
Somewhere on one of the islands
the bottle smoothly make land fast
on a beautiful beach easily one morning.
A little boy finds it and brings
it home to his family living close by.
They open the bottle - but realize
that it is not destined for them.
To entice the boy his mother,
who is a local seamstress,
tells her son "we are going to put
a small piece of tapa cloth and
send it along". She breaks off a tiny bit,
corks the bottle again, takes her son
by the hand, together they walk.
At the smooth lagune she urges
her son, "Throw it and wish it luck".
The green ship trips and twists
over and under the waves for days
and one night makes land fast on Vava'u
a beach in the Tongan archipelago.
The next morning an old man finds
the bottle and opens it -
He sees the message to Farmor from
her two wonderful boys in Aussie
so he smiles, and looks with farseeing eyes
out on the ocean. He takes the receptacle
home to his little house, adjacent.
He wonders what he can put in to show
where it has landed on its half way
around the world trip - still far off.
Suddenly he smiles. Leaving the house
to find the post office in the little hamlet.
The all-trading store has everything
you could need for beach holiday
such as foods, tins, toilet paper
anything, as well as stamps.
Since the old man does not want to spend
a lot of money, he buys the cheapest stamp
of them all,and some kawa for his siesta.
He hurries home, places the stamp in the vial
and strolls leisurely down to the sea.
The sun is now high and it is fairly breezy
so he tosses the flask - and waving at it.
Two young kids look at him - with contempt
but he just laughs them off -
"haven't you ever dreamt of something?"
he almost dances away, whereas they just
shrug their shoulders continuing doing nothing.
Days later the bottle finds Upolu
and it almost smashed against some rocks
however, it managed to land somewhere
where it could possibly be found.
A little girl surprised at seeing
the receptacle and curiously uncorks it.
Her hands shakes a bit - excited.
Alas, she cannot read it -
She wonders and thinks it over.
The next day she brings the bottle
secretly to school St Mary's
in Apia where she lives.
She shyly approaches her teacher
saying, I have found this -
but I cannot read it - can you help me?
The teacher looks at the message
and starts reading it out loud
translating it into Samoan,
Dear Farmor, We hope this
will reach you in France, somehow.
Your grandsons Xander and T0orben
From Australia and then there
is the address of the person.
How did you find it?
I saw it near the beach.
Well, then I think we should
put it back in the Ocean
after school tomorrow
and we are going to place
one Cocoa bean and your name
and our location on it
just like the others have done.
The next day the whole class goes
on an outing to throw out
the wonder vessel on its grand voyage.
All the kids and their teacher
waves as it wobbly disappears.
The bottle loaded with letters
stamp, tapa and a cocoa bean
continues its seafaring journey
half away around the world
the it decides it wants to hit
the Easter Island or another name
Rapa nui or the end of the world.
At a beach again a kid found
the vial and grabbed it eagerly
too rapidly ... so the items
gathered carefully by its benefactors
flew out on the sand...
the child screamed and yelled
and within minutes his friends
had gathered the tiny specks
placing them eagerly into the bottle.
Holding the bottle the older one
said, we must do the same.
We should draw a picture with
our island's mo'ais.
It has to be small, said another
so who is best at drawing?
Deciding who should depict
the representative was elected
they all knew that O'Kohia
drew the best, so she without
further ado designed a
figure like the ancient ones.
Everybody looked in awe
of her abilities to sketch.
When done, the oldest
took the drawing placed it
in the bottle of renown
and asked the finder
to have the honor and throw
it back on its long journey.
It bobbed and waved at the kids
as it took of from Heyerdahls dream.
It was bobbing, twirling
on it maiden voyage and suddenly
a fair amount of time passed
until it hit a coral reef
and got stuck - oh no
what would happen to
the message from Torben and Xander
to Farmor half around the world?
Luckily there are people who dive
in Floreana, not many but just enough
to have one of them find the bottle.
Where is Floreana or Charles Island
visited once by Charles Darwin
and his illustrious boat The Beagle?
At Post Office Bay the barrel
serves as a mean to send cards
all over the world without postage.
So the diver, a Dutch. with a sense
of history found a small piece of shell
from a tortoise - wrote on it Galapagos
and recorked the bottle, took it
to the barrel and placed it there
so somebody would perhaps take it
with them forwarding it to the addressee.
Half a year went by - slowly.
Xander and Torben were very disappointed
because they knew that Farmor had not
gotten the bottle - where was it?
A passenger on board a fancy vessel
invited by his millionaire friend
visited Galapagos looked through
the post and stopped, because he
once as a little boy had sent
a message in a bottle - it never arrived.
Fulfilling the childhood dream
he took the bottle and decided
to take it along - for his ride.
He knew that his friend was heading.
The gorgeous boat finally sails off
and the passenger kept the bottle
in his luxurious oak lined cabin.
A month went by they had now gone
through the Panama Canal and were
heading to St Thomas one of the Virgin Islands.
St Thomas, old Danish possessions
of slave island and and sugar cane history
not a proud time for anyone
large slave auctions were held here
when the traders came from the African continent.
In the middle of 19th century
the sugar trade went down and
slavery was abolished.
What remains in Charlotte Amalie is
the pirate Blackbeard's Castle
and one of the oldest synagogue
in the American hemisphere.
The kind man who taken care of the green
innocent vessel from Xander and Torben
in Australia was now debating
with himself whether or not
to throw it out in the sea again
or simply send it via mail to Farmor
in the South of France.
As the was visiting Charlotte Amalie
he saw a perfect little tin figurine
of Edward Teach, and he decided to buy it.
Then he thought again. Two kids
two figurines - and another tin figure
went in his shopping basket.
He had a niece in Daytona Beach, Florida
and he brought her a pirate doll.
The unknown benefactor decided
that the odds were too slim for
the bottle to reach its intended goal
without a little generous help
so he brought a box to wrap it in
opening the cork and placing the
two tin figures in the green bottle.
It now contained the note from two
Australian boys from Melbourne
a speck of ash from Jervis Bay,
from Fijii a tapa cloth piece
a tiny stamp from Tonga
a Samoan cocoa bean with an intense smell
Easter Island represented by a drawing
a shell of tortoise from Galapagos
and two West Indian tin figures
probably made in China representing
adventures waiting for anyone to grab.
The man wrapped the bottle carefully
and placed safely in a box explaining
how he had found the receptacle.
Took it to the UPS store in Charlotte Amalie
and mailed it to Farmor in France.
One day about a year after
Xander and Torben send their message in the bottle
to their Farmor - she received
a package from US Virgin Islands.
She was puzzled, knowing nobody in that spot
but her name was on it - so....
big was her surprise when she opened
the package and found a bottle
carefully wrapped and a letter
from an unknown person ...
Dear Farmor,
I found this bottle in Floreana,
Charles Darwin Island
and I sent a bottle once
when I was a little boy.
I could not understand why
my intended recipient did not
answer back, so I am fulfilling
a boy's dream of receiving
the meesage in the bottle.
Hope this will again reach
Xander and Torben in Melbourne.
Signed a boy who hopes other kids
will fulfill their dreams.
Farmor started to cry for joy
and for once she called Aussie
even though it was late at night
in Melbourne and asked to
speak to her two grandson's.
When she saw them on Skype
she waved the vial and said -
The bottle has safely arrived
and when I come to visit you
at Christmas we shall open it.
Sunday, January 02, 2011
Shellacked?
Damn it
I cannot do it
I lost my sense
of wonder for a day
I wish
it will not
be the case of
forever -
only
this instant.
Maybe all I need
is
Sleep?
I cannot do it
I lost my sense
of wonder for a day
I wish
it will not
be the case of
forever -
only
this instant.
Maybe all I need
is
Sleep?
Saturday, January 01, 2011
Sous le pont l'eau coule
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.
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.
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
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