Une intellecto du jour
une demi-monde de la nuit
une description insuffisante
d'une personne de ma connaissance
une falaise en fleur
un abre aride et arque
n'importe quoi - se balance
une dame - transhumante.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Un jour de souvenir
Un jour allieurs
avec un tuteur
c'etait vraiment
le temps different.
On a vu les artisans
ainsi que des businessmans
et on a etudie l'architecture
sans oublier la nourriture
car on est en France
et la on fait la romance
du muguet et du saumon
le vin - on tourne en rond.
Voila un moment passe
le souvenir classe.
avec un tuteur
c'etait vraiment
le temps different.
On a vu les artisans
ainsi que des businessmans
et on a etudie l'architecture
sans oublier la nourriture
car on est en France
et la on fait la romance
du muguet et du saumon
le vin - on tourne en rond.
Voila un moment passe
le souvenir classe.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
A village war?
Near the little brook leading
into the hamlet with the green
somewhere on the windswept plains
the Volva Vigga walked daily
wondering why it is difficult
for people to agree -
how wars start - over land.
She had been observing a friendly feud
for a few years now - shaking
her auburn tresses she muttered
why are friendly folks no longer
friendly, jolly and neighborly.
It all started when a neighbor's
house - which has some old hovels
behind it, adjacent and attached to it.
These abodes no longer inhabited
and were hazardous and dangerous.
In the house there were an woman
who lived alone, her spouse were
gone most of the time to wars,
but he had promised that he would return
to live with her in that little hovel.
Behind the hut were ruins -
they leaned on their walls
and the town council in its wisdom
had decided that the waning walls
should be torn down and let light in.
A few others were on the same lane
but across the alley way the neighbors
nearsightedly eyed an opportunity
to get some of that land in front
of their property, albeit crossing
the little - narrow but ancient lane.
The little lady knew that
she could not stand for the pressure
alone - until her husband would come
so she elected to be evasive.
She who says less does not promise.
The town council held a meeting
many of the inhabitants came
but those with true access were asked
to say what they wanted.
The lady with her little house
said that she would like some land
but was willing to let the neighbor
across the lane get some part to walk
in front of her claim - no good
The neighbor on their other side
with volatility and evocatively
said - she wanted a part just across
from her house - actually her daughter's.
The neighbors hemmed and hawed and
finally decided to go further away
(about a walk of less than one minute)
to get that big lot of land they wanted.
Vigga Voelva mused that the little woman
had told her the next day -
the neighbor's lady of the house
yelled and said they were extremely
angry with her for not following their wishes
and they did not want to see her
- for a while. - The woman had
met the neighbor accidentally
- how could they not - and
he had averted her eyes - and did not
respond to her friendly hello.
War was brewing in the little village.
Vigga the Voelva - nodded -
it was going to take time before
that knot would be cut and maybe never.
Alas, the little woman said to her,
but what if it had been them
having direct access to the land,
would they even have considered me?
There is nothing you can do or say
that will make people feel better
and besides, the wondering Voelva
was warily adding to her comment.
There is also your long gone husband
to kindly consider, he would never have
given them any access either, would he?
The little woman quietly looked ahead
dreaming of another world with no wars.
She shook her white mane, No.
Vigga the Voelva patted the woman
on her arm, Give them time,
after all they are getting a big plot.
She gave the little woman a sunny smile,
In the end it shall be all right.
They said goodbye and the wise Voelva
moved slowly back to her woodlands
and her house beyond the brook
near Yggdrasil - muttering mostly
to herself and the fey of the land.
No there will not be peace ever
only when man is gone then mother earth
can start breathing freely again.
She went down to the brook, looked
at all the debris from the village -
sighing, she went further up the stream
where she found another source of water
that came directly from the earth.
Here she thanked the great mother
and took her flask filling it with
the pristine, crystal clear water.
She smiled as she raised her flask
to her lips - drinking the liquid.
Cold and beautifully satisfying
the water slid down her throat.
She felt ready to go on and talk
to her highborn sister Sophia
and after that she would write
to her dear daughter Gemma Sarah.
The world would go on - and at least
the tiny squabbles of the people
did not bother the Grand Gaia.
into the hamlet with the green
somewhere on the windswept plains
the Volva Vigga walked daily
wondering why it is difficult
for people to agree -
how wars start - over land.
She had been observing a friendly feud
for a few years now - shaking
her auburn tresses she muttered
why are friendly folks no longer
friendly, jolly and neighborly.
It all started when a neighbor's
house - which has some old hovels
behind it, adjacent and attached to it.
These abodes no longer inhabited
and were hazardous and dangerous.
In the house there were an woman
who lived alone, her spouse were
gone most of the time to wars,
but he had promised that he would return
to live with her in that little hovel.
Behind the hut were ruins -
they leaned on their walls
and the town council in its wisdom
had decided that the waning walls
should be torn down and let light in.
A few others were on the same lane
but across the alley way the neighbors
nearsightedly eyed an opportunity
to get some of that land in front
of their property, albeit crossing
the little - narrow but ancient lane.
The little lady knew that
she could not stand for the pressure
alone - until her husband would come
so she elected to be evasive.
She who says less does not promise.
The town council held a meeting
many of the inhabitants came
but those with true access were asked
to say what they wanted.
The lady with her little house
said that she would like some land
but was willing to let the neighbor
across the lane get some part to walk
in front of her claim - no good
The neighbor on their other side
with volatility and evocatively
said - she wanted a part just across
from her house - actually her daughter's.
The neighbors hemmed and hawed and
finally decided to go further away
(about a walk of less than one minute)
to get that big lot of land they wanted.
Vigga Voelva mused that the little woman
had told her the next day -
the neighbor's lady of the house
yelled and said they were extremely
angry with her for not following their wishes
and they did not want to see her
- for a while. - The woman had
met the neighbor accidentally
- how could they not - and
he had averted her eyes - and did not
respond to her friendly hello.
War was brewing in the little village.
Vigga the Voelva - nodded -
it was going to take time before
that knot would be cut and maybe never.
Alas, the little woman said to her,
but what if it had been them
having direct access to the land,
would they even have considered me?
There is nothing you can do or say
that will make people feel better
and besides, the wondering Voelva
was warily adding to her comment.
There is also your long gone husband
to kindly consider, he would never have
given them any access either, would he?
The little woman quietly looked ahead
dreaming of another world with no wars.
She shook her white mane, No.
Vigga the Voelva patted the woman
on her arm, Give them time,
after all they are getting a big plot.
She gave the little woman a sunny smile,
In the end it shall be all right.
They said goodbye and the wise Voelva
moved slowly back to her woodlands
and her house beyond the brook
near Yggdrasil - muttering mostly
to herself and the fey of the land.
No there will not be peace ever
only when man is gone then mother earth
can start breathing freely again.
She went down to the brook, looked
at all the debris from the village -
sighing, she went further up the stream
where she found another source of water
that came directly from the earth.
Here she thanked the great mother
and took her flask filling it with
the pristine, crystal clear water.
She smiled as she raised her flask
to her lips - drinking the liquid.
Cold and beautifully satisfying
the water slid down her throat.
She felt ready to go on and talk
to her highborn sister Sophia
and after that she would write
to her dear daughter Gemma Sarah.
The world would go on - and at least
the tiny squabbles of the people
did not bother the Grand Gaia.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Un fil d'Adriadne
Un fil d'Adriadne d'un jour
a commence il y a longtemps
qui se mene depuis des annees
je commence a me soumettre
meme si cela se montera
comme un fil de fer
en me donnant des eraflures
blessantes et sanglantes
je le suivrai - ouvertement
sans des arrieres-pensees.
Sauf si je ne le courtise pas
- la vie sera un trou grisant.
a commence il y a longtemps
qui se mene depuis des annees
je commence a me soumettre
meme si cela se montera
comme un fil de fer
en me donnant des eraflures
blessantes et sanglantes
je le suivrai - ouvertement
sans des arrieres-pensees.
Sauf si je ne le courtise pas
- la vie sera un trou grisant.
Friday, June 17, 2011
Un repas
Un homme tres viril -
un beau garcon -
dans sa jeunesse
essaie de rattraper
son don juan d'autrefois
mais ses companions
du village le connaissent
trop bien - et
le pauvre etait blesse
en s'enfuiant tot
pretendant
qu'il avait pas le temps
pour finir - le repas.
un beau garcon -
dans sa jeunesse
essaie de rattraper
son don juan d'autrefois
mais ses companions
du village le connaissent
trop bien - et
le pauvre etait blesse
en s'enfuiant tot
pretendant
qu'il avait pas le temps
pour finir - le repas.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Une adresse aux amis
La gentilesse
progresse
sans cesse
chez les amis.
L'hotesse
et son mari
sont des gens
avec politesse
et sagesse
d'humeur avec
souplesse.
A Francine et Max
progresse
sans cesse
chez les amis.
L'hotesse
et son mari
sont des gens
avec politesse
et sagesse
d'humeur avec
souplesse.
A Francine et Max
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
danger - born a woman.
To woman born - a girl
ravage, rapes, rage
that is her future
if born in many states.
Of woman born - a boy
murder, mayhem, madness
that is his outlook
How little femininity
is valued - without it
man could not exist.
In the Guardian today,
five countries,
Afghanistan, DRC Congo,
Pakistan, India, Somalia,
rank the most deplorable
places for women to be born.
ravage, rapes, rage
that is her future
if born in many states.
Of woman born - a boy
murder, mayhem, madness
that is his outlook
How little femininity
is valued - without it
man could not exist.
In the Guardian today,
five countries,
Afghanistan, DRC Congo,
Pakistan, India, Somalia,
rank the most deplorable
places for women to be born.
Un grook sur la vie
L'heure a sonne
un fait banal
pour l'etre mort
un trait fatal
C'est la vie
un cas total.
un fait banal
pour l'etre mort
un trait fatal
C'est la vie
un cas total.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Les traits des noms
Alexandre, Cesar, Napoleon,
tous les hommes de grand noms
et si on donne aux enfants
les leurs - pour histoire
des traits speciaux en revant
un d'eux soit un nouvel espoir.
Helena, Catharine, Eleanor
pas des memes tambour-majors
il y a toujours un trait sexuel
qu'il y en n'a pas chez les garcons
dommage - par ce que c'est cruel
- les femmes sont des flocons.
A Anibale et mon petit-fils
tous les hommes de grand noms
et si on donne aux enfants
les leurs - pour histoire
des traits speciaux en revant
un d'eux soit un nouvel espoir.
Helena, Catharine, Eleanor
pas des memes tambour-majors
il y a toujours un trait sexuel
qu'il y en n'a pas chez les garcons
dommage - par ce que c'est cruel
- les femmes sont des flocons.
A Anibale et mon petit-fils
Sombre a l'ombre.
Memoires d'outre tombe
mais sur ce cote de la vie
sans lesquelles - trop tard.
Accepterons avec aplomb
apart de manger et boire
nous reste l'amour ravi.
mais sur ce cote de la vie
sans lesquelles - trop tard.
Accepterons avec aplomb
apart de manger et boire
nous reste l'amour ravi.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Happy poetry
Happy poets are crazy oxymora
they do not exist
therefore I am obsolete.
Happy poetry will not last
only deep sadness
will reign over minds forever.
Happy thoughts, however, show
your ability to fight off
depression and kicks of time.
Happy people live much easier
or at least do not brood
so they fill their brains with joy.
Happiness is full of good endorphins
which can save your outlook
on the shitty, damning, unfair world.
Happy verses are easily expressed
they tend to fly away
only to be forgotten stanzas.
they do not exist
therefore I am obsolete.
Happy poetry will not last
only deep sadness
will reign over minds forever.
Happy thoughts, however, show
your ability to fight off
depression and kicks of time.
Happy people live much easier
or at least do not brood
so they fill their brains with joy.
Happiness is full of good endorphins
which can save your outlook
on the shitty, damning, unfair world.
Happy verses are easily expressed
they tend to fly away
only to be forgotten stanzas.
Friday, June 10, 2011
Tablets and Babylonians
The electronic tablets
are the newest gadgets
and yet we will not
like when clay was hot
the Babylonians scribes
wrote about their tribes
be able to completely router
to archaeologists of the future
whatever we were saying
but the ancients conveyings
will still stand tall
and our era will be gone for all.
are the newest gadgets
and yet we will not
like when clay was hot
the Babylonians scribes
wrote about their tribes
be able to completely router
to archaeologists of the future
whatever we were saying
but the ancients conveyings
will still stand tall
and our era will be gone for all.
Tuesday, June 07, 2011
Une existence impromptue
Incorrigible j'aime
la vie ici
sans les plans fixes
demandee hier
de me rendre quelque part
dans un mois et demi
j'ai dit non
car je ne sais pas
d'ou je suis demain.
Une existence impromptue
a la folie vivante.
la vie ici
sans les plans fixes
demandee hier
de me rendre quelque part
dans un mois et demi
j'ai dit non
car je ne sais pas
d'ou je suis demain.
Une existence impromptue
a la folie vivante.
Monday, June 06, 2011
Searching for what???
I do not truly believe
in a fortuitous happenstance
but in the case of where
I am currently residing
karma - kismet is present -
an incredible serendipity.
So even when going on
a menhir/an upright boulder
search - an walk with a
- you would call him -
diviner - devinator -
a searcher for magnetic fields
around the churches or
the ancient holy places
there must be more
than just air between
the earth and the divine mother
of our ancient Demeter.
She has called me
to this tiny spot of earth
to rest my weary bones
and not awakened spirit
- for it to grow into
an eloquent essence and
equalzing earthling
as well as a descendant
of an ancient rite of passage.
Death and the smelly moss
await me - a vineyard field
will be my solemn grave -
but before that happens
I am going to live
vacariously - vivaciously.
in a fortuitous happenstance
but in the case of where
I am currently residing
karma - kismet is present -
an incredible serendipity.
So even when going on
a menhir/an upright boulder
search - an walk with a
- you would call him -
diviner - devinator -
a searcher for magnetic fields
around the churches or
the ancient holy places
there must be more
than just air between
the earth and the divine mother
of our ancient Demeter.
She has called me
to this tiny spot of earth
to rest my weary bones
and not awakened spirit
- for it to grow into
an eloquent essence and
equalzing earthling
as well as a descendant
of an ancient rite of passage.
Death and the smelly moss
await me - a vineyard field
will be my solemn grave -
but before that happens
I am going to live
vacariously - vivaciously.
Saturday, June 04, 2011
Gum and the world
Chewing gum is healthy
(specially if it's sugarless)
but not so very becoming
therefore it's something
that you do inside the house
to relieve the stress
of living and worrying
about the world - the belfry
in the town tells me ding ding
but I totally digress
with my muddled thinking
these strange murmurs of gum
the global communty's run
but the hygienists espouse
using gum you can do gently.
(Do not throw gum in the streets)
(specially if it's sugarless)
but not so very becoming
therefore it's something
that you do inside the house
to relieve the stress
of living and worrying
about the world - the belfry
in the town tells me ding ding
but I totally digress
with my muddled thinking
these strange murmurs of gum
the global communty's run
but the hygienists espouse
using gum you can do gently.
(Do not throw gum in the streets)
Thursday, June 02, 2011
Cuntomat
In Denmark you feel free
- Danish girls especially
where they can be so blunt
to take photos of their cunts
installed at a music festival
photo in private your genitals.
- Danish girls especially
where they can be so blunt
to take photos of their cunts
installed at a music festival
photo in private your genitals.
Wednesday, June 01, 2011
Imaginary chat with a house!
Nine o'clock on a quiet Wednesday eve
what could happen if I walked out
disappeared forever - in lala land
to Shangri la - to Hades front gate,
oh wait he doesn't have one
and that Tibetean paradise exist not,
but my little French house's walls
of at least a yard thick presents itself
poignantly - presently
it does not want to be ignored.
Here I have stood for 700 years
and I am still standing -
I demand seriously to be taken
seriously for granted - I am
therefore I exist and don't forget
I shall still be here when you are gone!
Walk out - beat it go - but you seem
to enjoy my shelter like the others
countless, I tell you, most of them
fairly normal hardworking people.
I can remember in the 14 c the nuns
had built an adjacent building
to their nunnery - and I was it.
Sister Cecilia - our prioress
was devoted to her little flock
some of them sheltered the descendant
of Adalais - the owner of our church.
In 1637 I recall a baker and his wife
they made bread and love every day
and there were children running
around my heavy foundations.
Later in 1747 we had some bad years
and one man hanged himself from the rafter.
It is still there, the mark, although
you would not be able to find it.
A sole owner of the late 17000
was a curmudgeon and a drunk.
But his voice use to ring through
the walls - just when your daughter
just sang for your friends two weeks ago.
So dearest owner, stay and enjoy
the life of my history and I shall
yield more of it - when I feel like it.
what could happen if I walked out
disappeared forever - in lala land
to Shangri la - to Hades front gate,
oh wait he doesn't have one
and that Tibetean paradise exist not,
but my little French house's walls
of at least a yard thick presents itself
poignantly - presently
it does not want to be ignored.
Here I have stood for 700 years
and I am still standing -
I demand seriously to be taken
seriously for granted - I am
therefore I exist and don't forget
I shall still be here when you are gone!
Walk out - beat it go - but you seem
to enjoy my shelter like the others
countless, I tell you, most of them
fairly normal hardworking people.
I can remember in the 14 c the nuns
had built an adjacent building
to their nunnery - and I was it.
Sister Cecilia - our prioress
was devoted to her little flock
some of them sheltered the descendant
of Adalais - the owner of our church.
In 1637 I recall a baker and his wife
they made bread and love every day
and there were children running
around my heavy foundations.
Later in 1747 we had some bad years
and one man hanged himself from the rafter.
It is still there, the mark, although
you would not be able to find it.
A sole owner of the late 17000
was a curmudgeon and a drunk.
But his voice use to ring through
the walls - just when your daughter
just sang for your friends two weeks ago.
So dearest owner, stay and enjoy
the life of my history and I shall
yield more of it - when I feel like it.
Une homme comme les autres
Un homme s'indentifie
avec le fait de l'amour
tout qu'il en pense est
la manque de cette fonction.
Il regrette - il deplore
son emasculation permanente
il est autant si deprime
qu'il se sent un mort vivant.
Est-ce qu'il ne pouvait
se rendre utile d'autrement?
Quel dommage qu'il n'y a
que cela dans sa vie!
Il y en a d'autres qui
survivent avec sans.
Ils aident quand meme
leurs femmes aux manipulations.
L'esprit de la sexualite
reste toujours au fond
dans le centre du cerveau
pas dans la penetration.
avec le fait de l'amour
tout qu'il en pense est
la manque de cette fonction.
Il regrette - il deplore
son emasculation permanente
il est autant si deprime
qu'il se sent un mort vivant.
Est-ce qu'il ne pouvait
se rendre utile d'autrement?
Quel dommage qu'il n'y a
que cela dans sa vie!
Il y en a d'autres qui
survivent avec sans.
Ils aident quand meme
leurs femmes aux manipulations.
L'esprit de la sexualite
reste toujours au fond
dans le centre du cerveau
pas dans la penetration.
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Eyes
The eyes have it
seeing the world
in a different way.
I cannot decorate
a room for whatever
people would pay me
but there are those
who own that knack.
The ears have it
listening to
music and playing
it beautifully.
I can hear but
not get a peep out
alas somebody else's
talents are not given.
The touch has it
feeling the flair
of creating with
your hands has
also been me deprived
but I can knit
and I do on occasions.
The smell is it
most people have it
and that is important
because without it
you cannot taste.
Evolutionary culinary
sensual experiences
that I can do - sometimes!
seeing the world
in a different way.
I cannot decorate
a room for whatever
people would pay me
but there are those
who own that knack.
The ears have it
listening to
music and playing
it beautifully.
I can hear but
not get a peep out
alas somebody else's
talents are not given.
The touch has it
feeling the flair
of creating with
your hands has
also been me deprived
but I can knit
and I do on occasions.
The smell is it
most people have it
and that is important
because without it
you cannot taste.
Evolutionary culinary
sensual experiences
that I can do - sometimes!
Friday, May 27, 2011
The rich are moving again
"The rich are different"
wrote Scott Fitgerald
and money moves mountains
so a company selling coal
oil from China to Cuba
spreds its rings -
Glencore and Glasenberg
floating on the stock exchange
shares will change the way
the little people's pensions
will be valued -
the rich are diversifing
... again.
wrote Scott Fitgerald
and money moves mountains
so a company selling coal
oil from China to Cuba
spreds its rings -
Glencore and Glasenberg
floating on the stock exchange
shares will change the way
the little people's pensions
will be valued -
the rich are diversifing
... again.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Early bird remix
Yonder fly a bird of prey
looking for his daily food
here and there he dips and bites
getting in a furious mood
not finding a field mouse
his shadow shows a blood feud
searching high and then low
if the food him eludes
his hunger drives him eagely
to find just the tasty morsel
a little bird whose wing broke
sitting sadly on a cornel
snapped up by an eager beak
a tweak - a crack - not cordial.
looking for his daily food
here and there he dips and bites
getting in a furious mood
not finding a field mouse
his shadow shows a blood feud
searching high and then low
if the food him eludes
his hunger drives him eagely
to find just the tasty morsel
a little bird whose wing broke
sitting sadly on a cornel
snapped up by an eager beak
a tweak - a crack - not cordial.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Good morning - day!
Good morning to my little house
away from man and a spouse
in splendid solitude
Good morning to my little village
where wines are produced - a vintage
of genuine rosy hue
Good morning to my little market
three days - of offers
a sane - real cue
Good morning to a new day
embrace it forever - in a way
it is the only - in situ.
away from man and a spouse
in splendid solitude
Good morning to my little village
where wines are produced - a vintage
of genuine rosy hue
Good morning to my little market
three days - of offers
a sane - real cue
Good morning to a new day
embrace it forever - in a way
it is the only - in situ.
A distant dream
Away - of my own choice
to where I have a tiny space
One day I hope it will be ours
from calm to turmoil
from sleep to awake
dichotomy's inner voice.
to where I have a tiny space
One day I hope it will be ours
from calm to turmoil
from sleep to awake
dichotomy's inner voice.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Rue Surcouf
Le coin de ma rue
loin du passe
reste dans ma memoire
avec les odeurs
du vrai moyen age.
Mes reflections nues
embrasse le pave
de mon futur refectoire
sans le brut creve coeur:
mon pelerinage.
loin du passe
reste dans ma memoire
avec les odeurs
du vrai moyen age.
Mes reflections nues
embrasse le pave
de mon futur refectoire
sans le brut creve coeur:
mon pelerinage.
Monday, May 16, 2011
Wild song on a morn
Viable solutions
can they be found
to any problem?
Vivid absolutions
can they be given
for any killing?
Wildebeasts' songs
of dreaming peace
are they possible?
can they be found
to any problem?
Vivid absolutions
can they be given
for any killing?
Wildebeasts' songs
of dreaming peace
are they possible?
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Seasonal season
Seasonal season
not within reason
eyes noses treason
of blooming lesions
a true daemon
nature's semen
irony's paean!
not within reason
eyes noses treason
of blooming lesions
a true daemon
nature's semen
irony's paean!
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Old high school girlfriends' reunion
A sad little everyday story
of a young woman who wanted
her old girlfriends to
come for drinks and chats
like when they were in
high school - bonding.
Out of the ten invited
only three came
one was certifiable sick
the other a nurse on-call
a third could not come
due to her husband of a year
just returned from a trip
one was working Friday nights
another living out of town
the others did not send
their lame excuses.
Is it a wonder that sometimes
women lose their old friends
and then lament why?
Maybe high school close
relationships are fizzling
not being so close
the times have changed.
I'll wager though that
in a couple of years
some of the others
all of sudden want to get together
and then, it will be too late!
of a young woman who wanted
her old girlfriends to
come for drinks and chats
like when they were in
high school - bonding.
Out of the ten invited
only three came
one was certifiable sick
the other a nurse on-call
a third could not come
due to her husband of a year
just returned from a trip
one was working Friday nights
another living out of town
the others did not send
their lame excuses.
Is it a wonder that sometimes
women lose their old friends
and then lament why?
Maybe high school close
relationships are fizzling
not being so close
the times have changed.
I'll wager though that
in a couple of years
some of the others
all of sudden want to get together
and then, it will be too late!
Friday, May 13, 2011
An award dilemma
Read a paper: donning
moral awards
to fictional characters.
The bad guys/gals
depended upon
the view points;
the good ones
are not so easy
to describe.
Hitler still takes
first place
But the good one?
Buddha, Jesus,
Mother Theresa?
I would not be
so bold as to award
the goodness gold
to only one,
moral dilemma is,
can anyone ever be
only good or bad?
Honoring humanism -
because if you live
without hurting
anybody -
asserting yourself
as well as helping others
the idea of doing good
gets applauded
not the person.
Surely, even Hitler
must have been
honorable to somebody once.
A awkward award dilemma.
moral awards
to fictional characters.
The bad guys/gals
depended upon
the view points;
the good ones
are not so easy
to describe.
Hitler still takes
first place
But the good one?
Buddha, Jesus,
Mother Theresa?
I would not be
so bold as to award
the goodness gold
to only one,
moral dilemma is,
can anyone ever be
only good or bad?
Honoring humanism -
because if you live
without hurting
anybody -
asserting yourself
as well as helping others
the idea of doing good
gets applauded
not the person.
Surely, even Hitler
must have been
honorable to somebody once.
A awkward award dilemma.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Freewheeling boobies
Freewheeling ???
boobies???
Heard on a morn's walk
stopped and laughed
uproariously,
reminiscenced
the seventies;
the Women's movements
were in vogue;
stronger women -
boobs as a phenomenon
of power-houses.
Ouch,
the outcome now seems
to be no-longer
so free-spirited -
but
tightly bound snugly fit.
Those days of hope....
Thanks to daughter for her comment
boobies???
Heard on a morn's walk
stopped and laughed
uproariously,
reminiscenced
the seventies;
the Women's movements
were in vogue;
stronger women -
boobs as a phenomenon
of power-houses.
Ouch,
the outcome now seems
to be no-longer
so free-spirited -
but
tightly bound snugly fit.
Those days of hope....
Thanks to daughter for her comment
Innocuous question!
Innocuous question
ends up being
an over-blown act
of accusation
better -
to shut up
and gracefully
retreat.
Just always be prepared
to acknowledge
that not all people
take a probe well
and tops it off by
y o u
being the vilified!
ends up being
an over-blown act
of accusation
better -
to shut up
and gracefully
retreat.
Just always be prepared
to acknowledge
that not all people
take a probe well
and tops it off by
y o u
being the vilified!
Sunday, May 08, 2011
Fey's trips
Fleeing floating fairies
come out at evening-tide
they dance in the dusk
they hover over land
the dust they spread
spills around the fields
in cities their blemishes
fabulously hide in alleys
the same dream of adventure
danger for all even modern folks
embodied in those little pixies
of summer's night's flurries
applause for nature's gift
of fey's daring polkas.
come out at evening-tide
they dance in the dusk
they hover over land
the dust they spread
spills around the fields
in cities their blemishes
fabulously hide in alleys
the same dream of adventure
danger for all even modern folks
embodied in those little pixies
of summer's night's flurries
applause for nature's gift
of fey's daring polkas.
Saturday, May 07, 2011
"A competition"
An operatic afternoon
in Virginia's Lyceum
my ears all perked up
not a tune's museum.
It was live and young
the competition stiff
but fun and well song.
Did the best singer win?
Soprano, tenor
baritone - no bass - in!
But what a way to pass
a noteworthy moment
wish would longer last'.
in Virginia's Lyceum
my ears all perked up
not a tune's museum.
It was live and young
the competition stiff
but fun and well song.
Did the best singer win?
Soprano, tenor
baritone - no bass - in!
But what a way to pass
a noteworthy moment
wish would longer last'.
Friday, May 06, 2011
Einstein was right
Quartz gyros circled in a probe
around our old well-worn globe
covered in niobium - an alloy
of superconducting real McCoy
proved that without a doubt
Einstein's General Theory's clout
is working - minusculely
so for now he is still yours truly.
"BBC's news of Gravity Probe B"
May 4, 2011
around our old well-worn globe
covered in niobium - an alloy
of superconducting real McCoy
proved that without a doubt
Einstein's General Theory's clout
is working - minusculely
so for now he is still yours truly.
"BBC's news of Gravity Probe B"
May 4, 2011
Wednesday, May 04, 2011
Celebrating death
Celebrating death
is nothing new to mankind
but doing this blatantly
says only that you
do not value life
the base line
is this -
you clap your hands
when your enemy is dead
what about his/her children?
I am sure we all clapped
our hands when Hitler died.
But does that truly
make us better persons?
An old aunt used to say
that day the peace broke out,
now we just have to find
someone else to hate -
Oh I agree - you have to
be carefully taught
to love death
to hate anybody
of different belief,
different looking
different behaving
-
by all means
celebrate death instead of
l i f e.
is nothing new to mankind
but doing this blatantly
says only that you
do not value life
the base line
is this -
you clap your hands
when your enemy is dead
what about his/her children?
I am sure we all clapped
our hands when Hitler died.
But does that truly
make us better persons?
An old aunt used to say
that day the peace broke out,
now we just have to find
someone else to hate -
Oh I agree - you have to
be carefully taught
to love death
to hate anybody
of different belief,
different looking
different behaving
-
by all means
celebrate death instead of
l i f e.
Sunday, May 01, 2011
De Sade
Marquis de Sade
hid his atheism
his serious ideas
about human nature
in lurid tales
Gothic fantasies,
(although he did not
like these per se)
of sex and blinding
depictions of man's
deepest desires!
Today he would have
been put away
for good - .
Then his visits to
the insane asylum
was interrupted
by him being elected
to the revolutionary
congress in 1790es.
Only to be thrown out
again by Napoleon.
He is the ultimate
believer in freedom,
just putting it in
titillating letters.
Today - he would
not have lasted in front
of TV spectators.
The written word
still has power
over the spoken.
But for how long
with You-Tube?
I wonder how the marquis
would penetrate
with his ideas today?
hid his atheism
his serious ideas
about human nature
in lurid tales
Gothic fantasies,
(although he did not
like these per se)
of sex and blinding
depictions of man's
deepest desires!
Today he would have
been put away
for good - .
Then his visits to
the insane asylum
was interrupted
by him being elected
to the revolutionary
congress in 1790es.
Only to be thrown out
again by Napoleon.
He is the ultimate
believer in freedom,
just putting it in
titillating letters.
Today - he would
not have lasted in front
of TV spectators.
The written word
still has power
over the spoken.
But for how long
with You-Tube?
I wonder how the marquis
would penetrate
with his ideas today?
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Royal Wedding
In the old Westminster Abbey
(from 1050 and finished 500 years later)
a glorious wedding took place
reminding the world's romantics
of another ill-fated couple
- the escapists felt redeemed.
(An aside, you wonder what
the groom's father felt, if anything).
The trees Eight 20-foot high trees,
six English Field Maple and two Hornbeam
adorned the vast space - ecologically sound.
The world stopped for a day
to dream away from wars, famines,
fights for freedom to hope
for better future to come
a young couple symbolizing
a union of well-suited individuals.
The fanfare, the hoopla
it was all for the world
to enjoy - what more could
we commoners want except
"to eat - ahem - the cake".
(from 1050 and finished 500 years later)
a glorious wedding took place
reminding the world's romantics
of another ill-fated couple
- the escapists felt redeemed.
(An aside, you wonder what
the groom's father felt, if anything).
The trees Eight 20-foot high trees,
six English Field Maple and two Hornbeam
adorned the vast space - ecologically sound.
The world stopped for a day
to dream away from wars, famines,
fights for freedom to hope
for better future to come
a young couple symbolizing
a union of well-suited individuals.
The fanfare, the hoopla
it was all for the world
to enjoy - what more could
we commoners want except
"to eat - ahem - the cake".
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Poetry readings
I write poetry
I read poetry
a l o n e
I do not attend
poetry readings
a m i d s t
a crowd
simply because
I do not relate
to recitings.
I cannot hear
the words properly
unless read by
a well-modulated
actor male or female.
Therefore, today
I left a place
in which I should
have been - but
as I get older
and more rebellious
I do less shoulds.
This is the irony.
I read poetry
a l o n e
I do not attend
poetry readings
a m i d s t
a crowd
simply because
I do not relate
to recitings.
I cannot hear
the words properly
unless read by
a well-modulated
actor male or female.
Therefore, today
I left a place
in which I should
have been - but
as I get older
and more rebellious
I do less shoulds.
This is the irony.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Choice of act
Sometimes you need
to know to just be
quietly at your named spot
and walk away when
non-acting is important.
At other times you need
to know to just be
vividly with flailing arms
and be right there when
that act is important.
The conundrum is for
anybody to select
that right choice
when your kids need what!
It can be so difficult!
to know to just be
quietly at your named spot
and walk away when
non-acting is important.
At other times you need
to know to just be
vividly with flailing arms
and be right there when
that act is important.
The conundrum is for
anybody to select
that right choice
when your kids need what!
It can be so difficult!
Monday, April 25, 2011
The I-dears!
Interesting interludes
involve individuals
in intermittent incertitudes
of inquisitive - investigative
interchanges of informations,
interspersed with indulgences
of irony and imitations
only to be improved
by ingenious interjections!
involve individuals
in intermittent incertitudes
of inquisitive - investigative
interchanges of informations,
interspersed with indulgences
of irony and imitations
only to be improved
by ingenious interjections!
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Games
We played a game last night
an edition of Trivia whatever
it is remarkable how much
and how little we know
We think we remember
and then sometimes we do not
the trivia we fill our brains with
shall be gone when we go
so as a bleep on the firmament
were five people trying to recall
this and that - what does it matter?
Yes, it does, because we spent
an eve in good company.
an edition of Trivia whatever
it is remarkable how much
and how little we know
We think we remember
and then sometimes we do not
the trivia we fill our brains with
shall be gone when we go
so as a bleep on the firmament
were five people trying to recall
this and that - what does it matter?
Yes, it does, because we spent
an eve in good company.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Going back
Going back to old places
can be joyful or painful
this dualism is there.
Do you look to remember
good times or difficult eras
of your own personal sphere?
If you are a romantic
then you go back no matter what
if you are a realist
you probably go back because
you forgot the place
if you are a pessimist
you torture yourself a lot.
Going back is all in the view, right?
can be joyful or painful
this dualism is there.
Do you look to remember
good times or difficult eras
of your own personal sphere?
If you are a romantic
then you go back no matter what
if you are a realist
you probably go back because
you forgot the place
if you are a pessimist
you torture yourself a lot.
Going back is all in the view, right?
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Unbiased Opinionator
I love words
urban dictionary's
supplies unlimited
But I regret
for that matter
that I am not
as young as ever
because of the
ever evolving
evolution of
the English language.
Yes, I know we
are losing spoken
brogues and glottogonic
roots every day
but we are gaining
millions of new terms
bigoted - mostly
from Tweets, the Net.
That is why I
I declare that
with the NYT
I am an unbiased
opinionator
where language
is concerned.
Play and praise
stay and decay.
urban dictionary's
supplies unlimited
But I regret
for that matter
that I am not
as young as ever
because of the
ever evolving
evolution of
the English language.
Yes, I know we
are losing spoken
brogues and glottogonic
roots every day
but we are gaining
millions of new terms
bigoted - mostly
from Tweets, the Net.
That is why I
I declare that
with the NYT
I am an unbiased
opinionator
where language
is concerned.
Play and praise
stay and decay.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Over and over and over again
A strange interlude
in an airport -
a young kid of barely 20
was describing how
in Pittsburgh of all places
she got picked up
by a photographer
jump starting her career.
She was in awe of
his positions - his house
his manners in which
she got accustomed.
From the gossip on the Net
it does now tell me
the more sordid details
of the affair.
She regrets it....
Alas, when the world is
gone - then humans will learn.
in an airport -
a young kid of barely 20
was describing how
in Pittsburgh of all places
she got picked up
by a photographer
jump starting her career.
She was in awe of
his positions - his house
his manners in which
she got accustomed.
From the gossip on the Net
it does now tell me
the more sordid details
of the affair.
She regrets it....
Alas, when the world is
gone - then humans will learn.
Mensendieck
A system for women
designed by a woman
a long while ago
an American
in Europe - where
she designed her
posture system -
my mother taught
me about this
I have had a course
in this eons ago
and yet - I think
I need it again.
To Bess Mensendieck
and To Pat for reminding me.
designed by a woman
a long while ago
an American
in Europe - where
she designed her
posture system -
my mother taught
me about this
I have had a course
in this eons ago
and yet - I think
I need it again.
To Bess Mensendieck
and To Pat for reminding me.
Monday, April 18, 2011
What Democracy?
200 years for a run
of an idea is a lifetime plus
in Greece it lasted
only about 20 years
then 2000 years later
the idea was revisited
and now ?
of an idea is a lifetime plus
in Greece it lasted
only about 20 years
then 2000 years later
the idea was revisited
and now ?
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Cook's dilemma
Invitees - I duly reflect
How to cook the lamb - a roast?
The cook's dilemma is a fake
conundrum - a sad boast.
Should I it baste and bake
or cut it to pieces sizzling
for the life sacrificed
diced, sliced and spiced?
The quandary: a give and take:
all omnivores are Quislings!
Thank the beast - give it due respect.
(Poet not too happy about the
cooking - of this poem)
How to cook the lamb - a roast?
The cook's dilemma is a fake
conundrum - a sad boast.
Should I it baste and bake
or cut it to pieces sizzling
for the life sacrificed
diced, sliced and spiced?
The quandary: a give and take:
all omnivores are Quislings!
Thank the beast - give it due respect.
(Poet not too happy about the
cooking - of this poem)
Friday, April 15, 2011
And so it goes!
The man fizzles out
thereby just providing
no sex to his spouse
thinking that his presence
is more than enough!
Lady of the house finds
a willing Peter Pan
who dips too readily
into other females too.
Fine - if the lady does not
fall for her youthful lover.
The fait accompli discovered
and the hubby angry and hurt.
The female - resentfully sad
misses her lover - and
fights for her right to anger
cause her needs like Nora's
were not met - and so it goes.
thereby just providing
no sex to his spouse
thinking that his presence
is more than enough!
Lady of the house finds
a willing Peter Pan
who dips too readily
into other females too.
Fine - if the lady does not
fall for her youthful lover.
The fait accompli discovered
and the hubby angry and hurt.
The female - resentfully sad
misses her lover - and
fights for her right to anger
cause her needs like Nora's
were not met - and so it goes.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Ein dunkler April
Was ist mit meiner Seele?
Das Regen hat mir genommen
im Brust und wird mir kwetschen.
Leider ist es Fruhling
aber ein dunkler April.
Das Regen hat mir genommen
im Brust und wird mir kwetschen.
Leider ist es Fruhling
aber ein dunkler April.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Phallological Museum
A phallus can be great plaything
both for the owner and its borrower.
The prick is powerful and sweet,
but at times turns angry - agitated.
Then it taunts - it commands - rapes.
In Iceland - with whales and other
animals' penises - in formaldehyde
the museum includes a human penis!
Would the next treasure house be
a vulva vault to exhibit the deed
of cut out labia, clitoris, vagina
to the world - circumcision of women,
mutilation of the young females only
to be used for pleasure of the males?
Somehow this worries a waning Voelva!
both for the owner and its borrower.
The prick is powerful and sweet,
but at times turns angry - agitated.
Then it taunts - it commands - rapes.
In Iceland - with whales and other
animals' penises - in formaldehyde
the museum includes a human penis!
Would the next treasure house be
a vulva vault to exhibit the deed
of cut out labia, clitoris, vagina
to the world - circumcision of women,
mutilation of the young females only
to be used for pleasure of the males?
Somehow this worries a waning Voelva!
Monday, April 11, 2011
Dedication
Tenor Juan Flores's feat
on this Saturday past
defined work dedication,
he aided with the birth
of his son and 35 minutes
after stood on the stage
for the world to enjoy
a funny operatic romp.
The only words are:
Bravo Divo Diego!
on this Saturday past
defined work dedication,
he aided with the birth
of his son and 35 minutes
after stood on the stage
for the world to enjoy
a funny operatic romp.
The only words are:
Bravo Divo Diego!
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Rainbow room
Red - our love
deeply satisfying - gloriously humorous
Orange - our life
together in harmonious balance - sometimes
Yellow - our equinox
a daffodil in bloom every year
Green - our hope
for a full life - aging with dignity
Blue - our sea
of where we bubble up and down
Indigo - our satedness
fun fixing fabulous food
Violet - our differences
vive them and not others
Together a rainbow with room for growth.
deeply satisfying - gloriously humorous
Orange - our life
together in harmonious balance - sometimes
Yellow - our equinox
a daffodil in bloom every year
Green - our hope
for a full life - aging with dignity
Blue - our sea
of where we bubble up and down
Indigo - our satedness
fun fixing fabulous food
Violet - our differences
vive them and not others
Together a rainbow with room for growth.
Friday, April 08, 2011
A Conference
I attended a professional conference
and my impressions of it are raw
most presenters embraced their importance
but their topics were my draw.
One only read from his PowerPoint
the keynote was too early - too much
the only talk that stood out and was good
were two guys linking poverty - a touch -
of reality into my cocooned day.
A sad comment on issues of health
reforms and Congress inability to grasp
that poverty in-utero condemns cells
to limitations in body and soul forever
depriving them of growth and nurture -
so anyone with an understanding hearth
would get that paucity is brain torture.
and my impressions of it are raw
most presenters embraced their importance
but their topics were my draw.
One only read from his PowerPoint
the keynote was too early - too much
the only talk that stood out and was good
were two guys linking poverty - a touch -
of reality into my cocooned day.
A sad comment on issues of health
reforms and Congress inability to grasp
that poverty in-utero condemns cells
to limitations in body and soul forever
depriving them of growth and nurture -
so anyone with an understanding hearth
would get that paucity is brain torture.
Thursday, April 07, 2011
Wednesday, April 06, 2011
Paris me manque
Il y avait longtemps
un age immense
perdu dans les nuages
ou je me promenais
chaque jour a Paris
mon voyage en bus
me montrait a vif
tous les monuments.
Ma vie diurnale
et les secondes noctunes
etait comme une peinture
impressioniste - surrealiste.
J'en reve encore
pas - de ma jeunesse perdue
mais de revisiter
la folie et la vivacite.
un age immense
perdu dans les nuages
ou je me promenais
chaque jour a Paris
mon voyage en bus
me montrait a vif
tous les monuments.
Ma vie diurnale
et les secondes noctunes
etait comme une peinture
impressioniste - surrealiste.
J'en reve encore
pas - de ma jeunesse perdue
mais de revisiter
la folie et la vivacite.
Saturday, April 02, 2011
Comparisons?
New dishwasher and new refrigerator
not due to rebuilding the interior
but simply one had sprung a leak
one left powder - on the whole - antiques
two tools performed not to their best!
Not so with living people or pets.
Some of us even get better with age
like wine, whiskey in barrels or ale.
Compare a kitchen gizmo with a soul?
In a home - the cook has a big role,
so deprive the chef of his/her gadget
a storm in the hearth will you beget.
Therefore, peace in the home depends
upon sex, food, laughter - the end.
Thoughts upon getting a new refrigerator and dishwasher
not due to rebuilding the interior
but simply one had sprung a leak
one left powder - on the whole - antiques
two tools performed not to their best!
Not so with living people or pets.
Some of us even get better with age
like wine, whiskey in barrels or ale.
Compare a kitchen gizmo with a soul?
In a home - the cook has a big role,
so deprive the chef of his/her gadget
a storm in the hearth will you beget.
Therefore, peace in the home depends
upon sex, food, laughter - the end.
Thoughts upon getting a new refrigerator and dishwasher
Friday, April 01, 2011
A fool's fool
Today again is April 1st
and silly things appears
the family's dog morn trip
in fast and funny figures
described by the walker
look out the window -
nothing materializes
so ancient a tradition
often banned by the church.
Being sad and thrown down
you often need laughter
to bring foolish release
although satire and bitterness
bites terribly - cum bullying.
Joyful bantering without hurt
should be about on this day.
Alas, the weather has decided
this year to take a day off.
So the elephant in the yard
is nothing but gray.
and silly things appears
the family's dog morn trip
in fast and funny figures
described by the walker
look out the window -
nothing materializes
so ancient a tradition
often banned by the church.
Being sad and thrown down
you often need laughter
to bring foolish release
although satire and bitterness
bites terribly - cum bullying.
Joyful bantering without hurt
should be about on this day.
Alas, the weather has decided
this year to take a day off.
So the elephant in the yard
is nothing but gray.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Humbly - I react
Oh to the wild west wind
of Keats and the Romantics
of certain bends of language
I am not a pure statics
I vent when I can or need to
I scream when it's urgent
although I moderate my moods
and not being a drill sergeant
but when fancy takes over
and my inner urges cover
what I feel and should do
then I raise my voice too
indignantly I so proclaim
that the world is insane.
of Keats and the Romantics
of certain bends of language
I am not a pure statics
I vent when I can or need to
I scream when it's urgent
although I moderate my moods
and not being a drill sergeant
but when fancy takes over
and my inner urges cover
what I feel and should do
then I raise my voice too
indignantly I so proclaim
that the world is insane.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
wet dreams
a penis is power
a vulva is weak
a penis pumps
a vulva wants
a penis penetrates
a vulva welcomes
a penis plunders
a vulva wails
a penis proclaims
a vulva weighs
a penis pictures
a vulva wishes
a penis portrays
a vulva wraps
a penis propels
a vulva warms
a penis procreates
a vulva wrests
a penis is potent
a vulva is waiving
a vulva is weak
a penis pumps
a vulva wants
a penis penetrates
a vulva welcomes
a penis plunders
a vulva wails
a penis proclaims
a vulva weighs
a penis pictures
a vulva wishes
a penis portrays
a vulva wraps
a penis propels
a vulva warms
a penis procreates
a vulva wrests
a penis is potent
a vulva is waiving
Friday, March 25, 2011
Blinders abound
Religious bigotry
and female hatred
was what power hungry
men of medieval mores
postulated and pontificated;
Their beliefs were the law.
Binding religion
together with mind control
and education restriction
was then and is now
for bigots and searchers
for supremacy the ultimate goal.
Devotee of freedom of
speech, beliefs, and right
to education turns away
from politics of men
who thinks power is a penis
and females are dangerous.
Give a female cow to a woman
and she will turn it into
business for herself
feeding her family
while her mate is fighting
for his self-esteem.
On reading about a woman in Mali
getting a cow from the co-op
and on the same day hearing
about bigotry and religious hatred
somewhere in Europe.
and female hatred
was what power hungry
men of medieval mores
postulated and pontificated;
Their beliefs were the law.
Binding religion
together with mind control
and education restriction
was then and is now
for bigots and searchers
for supremacy the ultimate goal.
Devotee of freedom of
speech, beliefs, and right
to education turns away
from politics of men
who thinks power is a penis
and females are dangerous.
Give a female cow to a woman
and she will turn it into
business for herself
feeding her family
while her mate is fighting
for his self-esteem.
On reading about a woman in Mali
getting a cow from the co-op
and on the same day hearing
about bigotry and religious hatred
somewhere in Europe.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
History as an arrow
Did the renaissance do anything?
Not if you really look at the politics
it did not get rid of the feudal system,
it was for the wealthy - the little people
were ignorant - kept dumb and down.
The church in Europe was still strong
yes, there were mumblings about
some other political system
way back when Greece was young
and Socrates were running around
but truly it did not get rid of
superstition, superimposing beliefs
but there was one area where
the renaissance blew everything away -
art and architecture.
Did the baroque do anything?
Galileo with his The earth moves anyway
Decartes saying, I think therefore I am
and Hobbes changed the political system
cause people are not nice, needing
a firm hand -in art, architecture
and music - it also excelled
with voluptuous odalisques and
funneled, crenelated pilasters.
Did the Romantic period change anything?
All the technological discoveries
that finally bloomed with blood
sweatshops and tears, but in the music
it excelled with Mozart and Beethoven.
So can we conclude that even though
on the surface - the waves seem small
they just keep coming - growing
and history wipes the world slate
clean of blood - mistakes - plunder
and humanity can change - mayhap.
Not if you really look at the politics
it did not get rid of the feudal system,
it was for the wealthy - the little people
were ignorant - kept dumb and down.
The church in Europe was still strong
yes, there were mumblings about
some other political system
way back when Greece was young
and Socrates were running around
but truly it did not get rid of
superstition, superimposing beliefs
but there was one area where
the renaissance blew everything away -
art and architecture.
Did the baroque do anything?
Galileo with his The earth moves anyway
Decartes saying, I think therefore I am
and Hobbes changed the political system
cause people are not nice, needing
a firm hand -in art, architecture
and music - it also excelled
with voluptuous odalisques and
funneled, crenelated pilasters.
Did the Romantic period change anything?
All the technological discoveries
that finally bloomed with blood
sweatshops and tears, but in the music
it excelled with Mozart and Beethoven.
So can we conclude that even though
on the surface - the waves seem small
they just keep coming - growing
and history wipes the world slate
clean of blood - mistakes - plunder
and humanity can change - mayhap.
Monday, March 21, 2011
War weary
Apparently apprehensive
and solemn in a Socratic spirit
Vigga the Voelva wanders
aimlessly anxious with her thoughts
to the brook near Yggdrasil
and the little twig which
is no longer so little
proudly sprouting its branches
over the musing markedly somber
searching wisdom of her own silence.
Unlike the Greek philosopher
who ran around among the people
of Athens and platonic poems
the wondering Voelva seeks to question
neither the young nor the old
she but strengthens her whys
in the wild woodlands
among wild beast and rooted trees.
She and her better half,
her wise and well-born sister Sophia,
are often telecommuting
in a siblingly sort - a trip
of tried old mellowly way
transporting her anxieties
to the high-born noblesse.
Again the world is in
testosterone turmoil
and the Voelva is weighing
why man cannot live
without killing maiming
and not subjugating
his fellow man - and woman.
Democracy or the sheen thereof
needs not demagogy nor death.
Alas, there seems to be
nothing that will stop
religious racism mixed with
mindsets of blinded beliefs.
As long as one sex grounds
the other into no value other
than for proverbial procreation
and, of course, wanton voluptuousness
there will be no - peace.
Sophia, high-born sister,
telesports her thorough thoughts
to the weatherbeaten Voelva
soberingly saying,
when the world stops admiring
the muscular, manly testes
and start regaining respect
for the feminine fertile
gynocentrism of yesteryear
then mayhap in balance
there would be less wars.
The meandering musing Voelva
thought for a moment
and added her own sense
of being buckled by the burdens
of the warring world
Humor, humility and human
understanding and tolerance
would not be so utterly
unacceptable in tandem
with the wildly thought
of giving up some of the macho
medieval warmongering ways
of the menfolks in the Middle East
and the male-dominated
war hungry profiteers
of Wall Street and the West.
The trees around Vigga the Voelva
and the vernal tide of the air
posed a lovely picture
of glad times to come
mother Earth was still fecund
and her tidings well-worn
respect me and yourself
and you will do fine
but the Ygdrasil was less spouting
this year and the fairies
fluttered around its roots
and was trying to tend to it
more than ever, it was
gasping for fresher air
and cleaner rainwater from the sky.
The Voelva was very worried.
and solemn in a Socratic spirit
Vigga the Voelva wanders
aimlessly anxious with her thoughts
to the brook near Yggdrasil
and the little twig which
is no longer so little
proudly sprouting its branches
over the musing markedly somber
searching wisdom of her own silence.
Unlike the Greek philosopher
who ran around among the people
of Athens and platonic poems
the wondering Voelva seeks to question
neither the young nor the old
she but strengthens her whys
in the wild woodlands
among wild beast and rooted trees.
She and her better half,
her wise and well-born sister Sophia,
are often telecommuting
in a siblingly sort - a trip
of tried old mellowly way
transporting her anxieties
to the high-born noblesse.
Again the world is in
testosterone turmoil
and the Voelva is weighing
why man cannot live
without killing maiming
and not subjugating
his fellow man - and woman.
Democracy or the sheen thereof
needs not demagogy nor death.
Alas, there seems to be
nothing that will stop
religious racism mixed with
mindsets of blinded beliefs.
As long as one sex grounds
the other into no value other
than for proverbial procreation
and, of course, wanton voluptuousness
there will be no - peace.
Sophia, high-born sister,
telesports her thorough thoughts
to the weatherbeaten Voelva
soberingly saying,
when the world stops admiring
the muscular, manly testes
and start regaining respect
for the feminine fertile
gynocentrism of yesteryear
then mayhap in balance
there would be less wars.
The meandering musing Voelva
thought for a moment
and added her own sense
of being buckled by the burdens
of the warring world
Humor, humility and human
understanding and tolerance
would not be so utterly
unacceptable in tandem
with the wildly thought
of giving up some of the macho
medieval warmongering ways
of the menfolks in the Middle East
and the male-dominated
war hungry profiteers
of Wall Street and the West.
The trees around Vigga the Voelva
and the vernal tide of the air
posed a lovely picture
of glad times to come
mother Earth was still fecund
and her tidings well-worn
respect me and yourself
and you will do fine
but the Ygdrasil was less spouting
this year and the fairies
fluttered around its roots
and was trying to tend to it
more than ever, it was
gasping for fresher air
and cleaner rainwater from the sky.
The Voelva was very worried.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Chance meeting
A man went to the store
and heard - Pavarotti
and his soul was sold to opera
of great passion and desire
his his lust of for life
became the music of composers
who understood - frail humanity.
A woman once had an affair
with a man whose sister
was a well-known singer
her ex was a glorious tenor
her son - tried to be that
but due to realization
did not become as great
and hence committed suicide
he could not live up
to his own expectations.
Two strangers met over
their love of opera
where it takes them beyond
loving the grand ethos
is just an everyday happening,
autumn - winter - spring
and even in summer
stranger meetings occur
every day - year round
and only in the poet's mind
it becomes something glorious.
and heard - Pavarotti
and his soul was sold to opera
of great passion and desire
his his lust of for life
became the music of composers
who understood - frail humanity.
A woman once had an affair
with a man whose sister
was a well-known singer
her ex was a glorious tenor
her son - tried to be that
but due to realization
did not become as great
and hence committed suicide
he could not live up
to his own expectations.
Two strangers met over
their love of opera
where it takes them beyond
loving the grand ethos
is just an everyday happening,
autumn - winter - spring
and even in summer
stranger meetings occur
every day - year round
and only in the poet's mind
it becomes something glorious.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Everyday living
Washing machine churning its load
on a sun-filled Saturday morning
husband laughing out loud -
I ask him why?
You!
Me?
Yes, you!
Getting up from the computer
I walk into the everything room
He:You take off everything at night
not bothering to take them apart.
So the clothes are lumped together.
Me: I get electric shocks if
I try to split them.
Easy to explain.
He is not as electrical -
after all he is a mechanical
engineer!
on a sun-filled Saturday morning
husband laughing out loud -
I ask him why?
You!
Me?
Yes, you!
Getting up from the computer
I walk into the everything room
He:You take off everything at night
not bothering to take them apart.
So the clothes are lumped together.
Me: I get electric shocks if
I try to split them.
Easy to explain.
He is not as electrical -
after all he is a mechanical
engineer!
Friday, March 18, 2011
Sitting downstairs
Feet, bare feet - running -
walking on top of my head
listening quietly
just like when the little feet
were a lot younger
they ran at the time
they were lighter in movement
but they are still
very much alive!
walking on top of my head
listening quietly
just like when the little feet
were a lot younger
they ran at the time
they were lighter in movement
but they are still
very much alive!
Thursday, March 17, 2011
The past - the present
The past from Cambridge
found on Facebook
I thought she died in Mexico
when they had the earthquake
but no - on the web she is alive
and looks happily married.
The question is now -
will she answer?
It can be fascinating
for old ones to dig up
the itinerant past
but then - again why not?
Reconnecting can be
an new exchange of ideas
that were started so many
years ago - 38 or so.
Stranger things have happened.
found on Facebook
I thought she died in Mexico
when they had the earthquake
but no - on the web she is alive
and looks happily married.
The question is now -
will she answer?
It can be fascinating
for old ones to dig up
the itinerant past
but then - again why not?
Reconnecting can be
an new exchange of ideas
that were started so many
years ago - 38 or so.
Stranger things have happened.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
A Key
My love has my key
he is the why
of my well-being
he gives me all
and a key to
his mind -
twist and turns
of living
in togetherness
and apart
he may not always
understand me
but he gives me
space of trust
My love has my key
To Poul
he is the why
of my well-being
he gives me all
and a key to
his mind -
twist and turns
of living
in togetherness
and apart
he may not always
understand me
but he gives me
space of trust
My love has my key
To Poul
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Progress?
Is it not a wonderful world
full of gadgets and doodads?
Humbled by hurricanes
by earth scattering quakes
by idiocies of man - wars
fights for power and more.
Chastened, we have no control
over wind, sun and rain
explosions, man made or not
volcano eruptions or tsunamis.
Overcome,we have no chance
when we discuss love, hate,
beliefs or monetary systems
or to control nature's urges.
Is it not a wondrous world
full of frail and fickle humans?
full of gadgets and doodads?
Humbled by hurricanes
by earth scattering quakes
by idiocies of man - wars
fights for power and more.
Chastened, we have no control
over wind, sun and rain
explosions, man made or not
volcano eruptions or tsunamis.
Overcome,we have no chance
when we discuss love, hate,
beliefs or monetary systems
or to control nature's urges.
Is it not a wondrous world
full of frail and fickle humans?
Monday, March 14, 2011
Fraud
A small business owner
has experienced fraud.
An ugly term - a hateful one
twisting the budget
and fudging the checks.
The trail left is not easy
but it is better than
being fooled by somebody
who thinks him/herself superior.
The proprietor discovered
it almost by accident;
not only did the falsifier
have the audacity to be late
but say "I thought you didn't notice".
Instantaneously after
laying off the person
the boss realized that
money was flowing in
and s/he could breathe again
no longer a reason to pinch.
Of course, now it is a worry
that somebody is trying to
duck and cover up whatever
so his/her computer is attacked
and the next thing expected
is going to be physical of sorts
but no worries - the top dog is ready.
has experienced fraud.
An ugly term - a hateful one
twisting the budget
and fudging the checks.
The trail left is not easy
but it is better than
being fooled by somebody
who thinks him/herself superior.
The proprietor discovered
it almost by accident;
not only did the falsifier
have the audacity to be late
but say "I thought you didn't notice".
Instantaneously after
laying off the person
the boss realized that
money was flowing in
and s/he could breathe again
no longer a reason to pinch.
Of course, now it is a worry
that somebody is trying to
duck and cover up whatever
so his/her computer is attacked
and the next thing expected
is going to be physical of sorts
but no worries - the top dog is ready.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Oh say can you see*
A wintry March morn
with wind - cold air
a daughter and friend and mom
went to an audition
somewhere in the area
- Oh say can you see??
Far beyond any realization
that this was for exposure
no pay just for the sheer
enjoyment and seriously
trying to capture
- Oh say can you see??
What? Fame and fortune
to get somebody to look
at what you could perform
at a moment in time
all wannabees - some not so
Oh say can you see?
At least 85 signed up
so for 85 times the judges
heard over and over
the anthem of the US
Oh say can you see.
I am glad I only heard
it 49 times - and that
I am not a judge!
And this venue does it every
year and every season
people flock to the opportunity!
Oh say can you see!!!
"With the apology to the National Anthem
- 49 times and counting! I admire
the judges!"
with wind - cold air
a daughter and friend and mom
went to an audition
somewhere in the area
- Oh say can you see??
Far beyond any realization
that this was for exposure
no pay just for the sheer
enjoyment and seriously
trying to capture
- Oh say can you see??
What? Fame and fortune
to get somebody to look
at what you could perform
at a moment in time
all wannabees - some not so
Oh say can you see?
At least 85 signed up
so for 85 times the judges
heard over and over
the anthem of the US
Oh say can you see.
I am glad I only heard
it 49 times - and that
I am not a judge!
And this venue does it every
year and every season
people flock to the opportunity!
Oh say can you see!!!
"With the apology to the National Anthem
- 49 times and counting! I admire
the judges!"
Thursday, March 10, 2011
On a wet afternoon...
Coldness of climate
inside the inner
of my itinerant cloud.
Winter-weary will
neither cling to the ice
nor chill to the drops
filling up the dormant
earth expecting
sprightly spring soon.
Equal to the ode
from a well-known poet
this composer yearns
for warmth, glorious
glamorous deep shine
of earthly divine.
inside the inner
of my itinerant cloud.
Winter-weary will
neither cling to the ice
nor chill to the drops
filling up the dormant
earth expecting
sprightly spring soon.
Equal to the ode
from a well-known poet
this composer yearns
for warmth, glorious
glamorous deep shine
of earthly divine.
Saturday, March 05, 2011
An Ouch poem
Ouch said the back
I am hurting
ouch said the stomach
I am burping
ouch said the foot
I am running
ouch said the finger
I am burning
ouch said the ear
I am spurning
ouch said the brain
I am learning!
I am hurting
ouch said the stomach
I am burping
ouch said the foot
I am running
ouch said the finger
I am burning
ouch said the ear
I am spurning
ouch said the brain
I am learning!
Friday, March 04, 2011
Un Canadien
Des photographies
montrent la philosophie
Chandlerienne.
L'une:
Deux marionettes
un homme clown blanc
et une vielle femme
le beau et la laide
la vie et la mort
la seule chose
qui en manquait etait
le bon vin francais et
ses avertures sentimentales.
L'autre:
Il inspirait ses amis
de l'aider et l'aimer.
Choisissant la vie unique,
la vie en soltitude -
partout il trouvait
quand meme -
des marques de sympatie en
laissant rouler le bon temps
passionne par le Midi.
La finale:
Mon daguerreotype vivant
dans mon cerveau sera toujours
le Canadien de Cazouls
avec son chapeau et ses gauloises
d'autrefois en buvant le pastis.
En fermant l'ensemble des feuilles
des memoires colores de chancun/
chacune qui a connu ce bon vivant
nous te saluons - "Chandler Killer".
montrent la philosophie
Chandlerienne.
L'une:
Deux marionettes
un homme clown blanc
et une vielle femme
le beau et la laide
la vie et la mort
la seule chose
qui en manquait etait
le bon vin francais et
ses avertures sentimentales.
L'autre:
Il inspirait ses amis
de l'aider et l'aimer.
Choisissant la vie unique,
la vie en soltitude -
partout il trouvait
quand meme -
des marques de sympatie en
laissant rouler le bon temps
passionne par le Midi.
La finale:
Mon daguerreotype vivant
dans mon cerveau sera toujours
le Canadien de Cazouls
avec son chapeau et ses gauloises
d'autrefois en buvant le pastis.
En fermant l'ensemble des feuilles
des memoires colores de chancun/
chacune qui a connu ce bon vivant
nous te saluons - "Chandler Killer".
Wednesday, March 02, 2011
Past - hm?
Past popping up
in my emails- on my shores -
why I do not know
my parents - siblings -
great-grands of whom
I know nothing
and I know I should
feign a true interest
they are part of
one's genetic make-up
and they are in my
children's genes
yet - there is nothing
I can physically do
to short circuit that
so - why bother
except for historical
purposes and ...yet
if I do not know my past
will my children be
obliged to remake
their granny's mishaps
or has the world changed
so - that is my today's
question -
and the answer of course
is that I am crazy
because the more I know
'bout my past -
the more ...... hm!
in my emails- on my shores -
why I do not know
my parents - siblings -
great-grands of whom
I know nothing
and I know I should
feign a true interest
they are part of
one's genetic make-up
and they are in my
children's genes
yet - there is nothing
I can physically do
to short circuit that
so - why bother
except for historical
purposes and ...yet
if I do not know my past
will my children be
obliged to remake
their granny's mishaps
or has the world changed
so - that is my today's
question -
and the answer of course
is that I am crazy
because the more I know
'bout my past -
the more ...... hm!
Saturday, February 26, 2011
A firebrand bloody day
Went to the Met in the movies
today - enjoyed Iphigenia in Tauride
with two singers who sacrificed
everything for their art
their health and their voices,
but even when they should have cancelled
they said we are singing
smeared in blood!
Iphigenia is about sacrifice
and they embodied that feat.
Tonight after walking my dog
and chatting with my neighbor
who also has dogs - she recommended
two movies - that's what we are getting
tonight - home away from everybody.
We are flying to Sweden - accordingly.
But the best thing today was in the morn
where I went shopping with my daughter
I am grateful that she let me go with her.
An evening before this full day
my youngest let me partake in his dinner
for his friends - but sadly only one
came and devoured - so I guess
we were the family suppport.
Sometimes it is not that bad
after all - blood! As we are about to see!
Art on the scene - art on the screen
does it matter where art shows up/
I say it does not - cause every day
or embracing living is an art -
with your life as a token - at stake!
today - enjoyed Iphigenia in Tauride
with two singers who sacrificed
everything for their art
their health and their voices,
but even when they should have cancelled
they said we are singing
smeared in blood!
Iphigenia is about sacrifice
and they embodied that feat.
Tonight after walking my dog
and chatting with my neighbor
who also has dogs - she recommended
two movies - that's what we are getting
tonight - home away from everybody.
We are flying to Sweden - accordingly.
But the best thing today was in the morn
where I went shopping with my daughter
I am grateful that she let me go with her.
An evening before this full day
my youngest let me partake in his dinner
for his friends - but sadly only one
came and devoured - so I guess
we were the family suppport.
Sometimes it is not that bad
after all - blood! As we are about to see!
Art on the scene - art on the screen
does it matter where art shows up/
I say it does not - cause every day
or embracing living is an art -
with your life as a token - at stake!
Friday, February 25, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Another blooming cold!
schnuff - schnuffle
what a juggle
to breathe in and out
when a cold is about
athschou - bless you
I shall be glad
when I can breathe
and speak - instead
of just do one thing
but my surroundings
might prefer this state
and say normal is bad
because now she is quiet
not making a riot
schnuffle - schnuff
this cold gotta stop.
what a juggle
to breathe in and out
when a cold is about
athschou - bless you
I shall be glad
when I can breathe
and speak - instead
of just do one thing
but my surroundings
might prefer this state
and say normal is bad
because now she is quiet
not making a riot
schnuffle - schnuff
this cold gotta stop.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Charm
Met Charm to-day again
unbelievable - Mr. He
with a golden smile
thank goodness
I can just observe
and laugh - but
anybody with an insecure
ego would fall
hooked and legs
for a smile like that
with a lightness of wit
and a willingness
to look at himself
with a twinkle in his eye.
Today he described
a meeting with an artist
who poured a can of paint
over his trousers
Then he proceeded to tell
how a lady whom he had admired
went down on her knees
and tried to wipe the paint
off - there was ... in the air
lightness of heart and laughter.
Strange people you meet
but this one is a Boticelli's
canvas filled with joy
and a self-depreciating mimic
oozing of the male sex!
unbelievable - Mr. He
with a golden smile
thank goodness
I can just observe
and laugh - but
anybody with an insecure
ego would fall
hooked and legs
for a smile like that
with a lightness of wit
and a willingness
to look at himself
with a twinkle in his eye.
Today he described
a meeting with an artist
who poured a can of paint
over his trousers
Then he proceeded to tell
how a lady whom he had admired
went down on her knees
and tried to wipe the paint
off - there was ... in the air
lightness of heart and laughter.
Strange people you meet
but this one is a Boticelli's
canvas filled with joy
and a self-depreciating mimic
oozing of the male sex!
Enjoying Esperanza
Last night playing around on the Net
never watching the Grammys
old witch always thought
the music stopped
with the Beatles more or less
but it did not..
There is hope in Obama's country
I toppled over - Esperanza Spalding
she is a mix of Billie - Ella
and much more - classical trained
with rocking jazzing
superbly noted - dancing in the morn
though youth -
hope she can keep it up
but for now - enjoying Esperanza.
never watching the Grammys
old witch always thought
the music stopped
with the Beatles more or less
but it did not..
There is hope in Obama's country
I toppled over - Esperanza Spalding
she is a mix of Billie - Ella
and much more - classical trained
with rocking jazzing
superbly noted - dancing in the morn
though youth -
hope she can keep it up
but for now - enjoying Esperanza.
Monday, February 21, 2011
A Learning Center
Torture is a tutor
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.
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
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