March shock

Plump - down I went

how clumsy can you get?

My back was not bent

my head intact -yet

luckily for me

whole as can be.

Sometimes luck

is all you need

or even pluck

is what you heed!

But neither knees

nor hands were hurt

just a tad more alert.

Every time I think

now - it is the wink

of death and doom

when I fall in a room,

outside it's even worse

next -bring the hearse

So if march starts like this

whatever else to miss???

Ennui

Ennui - suffer the day
everyday to the nth
why would you feel
that you would be
a l i v e if
you surround yourself
with sounds in the round
drowning out your life
qualm your curiosity
i n l i f e
a new metaphor for
spleen - without depression
hate or love or blah
your intellectual laziness
is your d e a t h.

The sad beat ode

Ode to intimate friends

where ever I turn my head

I see you to no end

alas I am properly bred

with societal times of forties

over the sixties breakdown

an eighties gala sorties

with a year of two and ten

but we do not do

like we used to

we do not dance

in a sure trance

and life goes on

drummer's undone.

Bygone

Sunday eve
a week ends
a new begins;
something
in the oven
to be had
for a meal.
The clock strikes six
and thoughts jump
to childhood
nights of yore
it was special
and maybe mine
now are not
alas
how can I compare
the 21st
with mid 20th?
A world apart.

Password ode

Passwords to be damned

everything needs a p-word

mnemonical techniques

of yesteryear are absurd,

unless you are an ally

of remembering dit and dots

with stuff or sure bluff

or your dear aunt Sally.

My memory is not to be

but not not not to see

that alas paper and pen

will be of use again.

So ask for my p -word

and my eyes go blurred.

Neighborhood

It was a sunny day

and the neighborhood felt safe

except the neighborhood watch

came out with a warning

somebody did not belong!

As I was reading the

Boston strangler book

about the terrible murders

and mayhem upfront

it did something else.

In a neighborhood safe

for more than 21 years

of quietly not derring-do

I realized that now reality

truly sets in somehow.

In comparison with others

an occasional beat-up wife

a drunken man - two teenagers

who LSD tripped -fell

and are both wheelchair bound.

Otherwise I have unwisely

perhaps but steadily

left car-doors open - albeit

the cars had nothing in them

and stick-shift safety.

No more open cars windows

no more unlocked doors

in summers - at night

when walking the dog

now I feel reality too close!!

V-day philosophy

Valentine's Day

2012

the old broad's

expanding rep;

Vagina's day.

Valentine's Day

1968

the young maiden

expectant

V - day's

disappointment.

Love and lust

what wins with

the sacred V,

somewhere

in between.

Toss the ring

The ring -

I survived it

a phantasmogoric

fairy tale with a machine

I think the maestro

would have liked it.

The Mets

fabulous casts

can be had of

everyman in HD

live you see

it returns

to the Rhine.

Feb fab haiku

February flows

with wintry white snowy flakes

a fabulous morn.

Poet's inner self

As a poet I may stink

to some younger hearts

but don't deny me the right

to say- just what

I feel like - smarts

to me it may not be what

you personally seek

do not judge until

you have walked the miles

in my shoes - at will

poets try hard to delve

whatever it is they convey

but another thing is totally this

will you get laid - or

just the heart inside betrayed.

Futuristic plans?

You ain't seen nothing yet

cleaning out closets - shelves

but they sure don't do it

all by themselves -

Phew!

A life passing by

in form of stuff

enough is enough.

No more baggage of any kind

only a remodeled mind

to be had for the future

must be a sure found bet.

Working on it now

for a couple of weeks

I am sure it takes

with many more breaks

but my goal is clear

even if it takes me a year;

I shall continue my quest.

An early spring cleaning

Throwing out stuff

papers from 15 years plus

is depressing

but

if I don't do it now

somebody else would have to at

my demise

so

It is better for me

to have a big clean out

definitely

yes

it is time to let go

of kids' stuff and more

sadly deferential

somehow

they are old enough

to face their own childhood

grades - delightful

alas

life always looks better

with rose-tinted glasses

a dreamers world

so

giving up motherly control

is not a bad thing

independence

yaeh!

Cyber security

Facebook has gone public

all the rest of it - is junk

any one feel secure to-day?

wash you ha(i)rebrained funk,

only an idiot would think

that twilight truly is debunk'd.

Bucket list?

My bucket list

is simple -

see Florence again-

gape at Rijksmuseum

enjoy the tulips in bloom-

go along the Normandy beaches

and play golf in Scotland -

look at my growing grand kids

walk along the trusty road

that I know so well

in my little village

and even once more

take a peek at my hometown

talk with my old friends

and see my children

lead fulfilling lives -

but for now I walk the dog

in the February sunshine.

Wintry blahs

Diurnal longings

for something else

turn to gripes

on your self

away bad thoughts

of a certain kind

a woolen scarf

to securely wind

around your neck

on a daily journey -

otherwise you'll

end up on a gurney.

Reading rewiring

Rewiring in youngster's brains

due to all electronic games

worries a modern grandma.

From the day in the womb

all a fetus hears - until the tomb

voices - music - and blip blops.

Talked to a reading specialist

she was a sure realist

to motivate kids to read.

Nobody's found a new way

to reach the lost ones every day:

read and write for survival.

Send an email/text whatever

for modern technology deliver

directly to their "inbox".

That would be my solution

for educators' revolution

of teaching reading: join it.

Crossword haiku

Crossword puzzles start

the daily routine gentle

exercise of brain.

Hey Mr. Postman

Hey, you deliver

our mail

I see you wave

every time

I walk the dog

yet

I know nothing

about you.

We talked a teensy

bit today,

while you delivered

a parcel needing

a signature,

and I reminisced

that I had seen you

when I lived in

the apartment more

than 25 years ago.

You said that you

had worked for the Postal

service for 26 years.

Wow, you know

so much about what mail

I get etc. etc.

and I know nothing

about you except

your gentle smile.

So next time I see you,

Mr. Postman,

I shall ask your name!

Moping ode

Plodding

fuddling

rotting

nuttin'

cyclus.

Observation

Dog is walking weirdly

like she is have arthritis

but she cannot tell -

is it her paw

or shoulder or

a more serious matter?

She cannot say

so my observation skills

have to be astute

as when the kids were little.

You guess - you weigh

you sometimes err

but never let it go.

One day - you might

need that someone

to watch over you

intensely with tenderness.

A political so-called Ode

News and news about a Newt

can the election get more screwed?

Fearing the fellow - with a piccadillo

seemingly big - a conservative billow.

Unfortunately for the voters

he is kind of a bloater

but very intelligent with power

he will the electorate scour.

Beware of the Grinch

he will the middle lynch.

Never mind the poor

he will show them the door.

Only the rich need apply

to justice - a solemn good-bye.

Bananas

Bananas

my dog likes them

I like them too,

Bananas.

Bananas

She drools whenever

I open one.

Bananas.

Oranges

my dog likes them

I like them too

Oranges.

Oranges

She wants them

I want them too

Oranges

Chocolate

my dog likes it

I like it

Chocolate.

Chocolate

She want it

I want it too

Chocolate

Dog poop

She makes it

I don't like

to pick it up

But I surely do.

Dog poop

Dog poop

She wants it

If I let her

she will eat it too

Dog poop

So we differ

my dog and I

That's all

there's to it.

I whiffer

she sniffers.

Vive that.

Opus unnumbered

Animals do not pray

but many of them prey

on other species

(occasionally on their own).

Humans do pray

and most of them prey

on animals and often on their own

in the name of belief.

Religions come in handy

for humans to blame,

I did it in the God's name.

(Dedicated to G. Carlin and

B. Mayer)

Streaming

From metstreaming

to the SOPA protest

of taking Wikipedia

of the net for 24 hours

what a night -

Handel or Haendel

Papa of Baroque

plus

-

in front of the Internet

of intellectual freedom

beware of legislation

-

consciousness

of streams

ideas and notes

thrills - frills

-

just another day

on earth

Health-philo

Returning home from down

under during weird summer's

days

A moment later in wintry old

my ailments reboot with no

delay

So having been in change

of weather for a month's

time

it cannot be in my head

but in the current climate

malign.

headache haiku

headache hammering

haunted hellish heartfelt hurt

harrowing human

killing machines

bulls being butchered

in the abattoir

at 300 an hour

not quiet dead yet

butchers go back

at night to violent videos

whatever...

hunters hunt their prey

cut throats with knives

or machetes

for fun or just because

is it a game or what?

hangmen see and smell

their duty

electric chair or needle?

which is faster?

the smell of the charred flesh

the nostrils picks it up

military forces root

men to kill

dehumanizing their prey

what do the killing

young machines feel -

the first one

a man like you

alive and then gone -

gunning a whole village

mutant - mensch

no more

dreams thoughts

haunt until

on reading Killing

by Jeff Sparrow

A still wish

Quiet stillness

after or before

makes me wish

for something more.

Odd weather pattern

Four seasons or more

all of it or less in a day

so when you travel

down under this way

this craziness and charm

is the truth of

a Melbournian stay.

Vade mecum

Go with me

on a walk

in the past

in the present

Go with me

on a trip

to a park

to a place

Go with me

on a break

for a while

for a time

Go with me

on a quest

into the soul

into the self

A mirror

of you

is found there

A mirage

of me

is bound here.

Venus Bay week

Venus Bay

on the coast

sandy beaches

wild water tides

surfers' rides

pipis digs

grandsons'

lithe little bodies

wine visits

family together

not enough to do

so card games galore

uno's encores

a strange mix

of fellowship

sadness -

between screams

and laughter

and

dead birds

versus ice creams

just

another

family having

a holiday

somewhere else.

2012

Mayan 2012

an apocalypse

Nostradamus'

predictions

astrologers'

premonitions

must shelve

maybe an eclipse

of the sun

and the moon

live your life

fully day by day

otherwise you

will be a buffoon.

Grab each moment

twist it around

your fingers hard

a life's component.

A free verse in friendship

Flowering friendship

rarest of rarebits

this cuddly cocoon is

a heedful haven

on a tense turf

a conversational

clearing of mind

plus a full feeling

of breathing light.

Every time you

provide this air

of incredible irrigation

started so long ago -

an awesome adventure

in the precious predicament

called life and living.

To Isabel and Terry

Christmas flower

On Aussie shores in summertime

far away from Yuletide

celebrations abound

no snow - no wind from the east

no coldness in the air

the Christmas flower blooms.

A white - stunningly wild -

reminding Australians

it is that time again.

To my daughter-in law

for showing her Christmas flower

To my oldest

Cuddle - cuddle - arms around

abundance of little people's love

no questioning the relations

how easy it is to be part of

cuddle - cuddle - arms around.

Muddle - muddle legs around

abundance of teens self-inspect

all demanding of anything

how different the prospect

muddle - muddle legs around.

Wuddle-wuddle taking care

my adult son - faithfully bound

by responsibility of fatherhood

manhood -totally healthily sound

Wuddle - wuddle taking care.

wuddle- according to urban dictionary

to walk and cuddle at the same time

Granny haiku

Grandsons in the park

breezy day of clouds and sun

happening is real.

Jet lag pro tempore

Jet lag this time is nil

I am wondering at will

why this time it is easy

and time change breezy

cannot get it- except

the pill that me swept

not for a snooze on the plane

a feat: I am not insane!

Very grateful for this doze

moving on - life flows.

Granny counting

Leaving a chilly dawn

for the warmth down

under gladdens

an old granny

now that the day

has come and so far

I am not dead yet

the hours until

gransons are long

but I can count them.

To grannies who rarely

see their offsprings'

offspring

Vocal chords thoughts

Daughter's operatic vocals

fills the whole house

even though she is downstairs

and I am upstairs

It makes me wonder

thoroughly

how these singers

tolerate this from each

other when on stage.

Maybe they are just

like babies who scream

their highest

other bambinis seem

unaffected by their yell.

(An opera mom's thoughts)

Justice?

Pardons' mandate

colorblindness

justice is not

at all rightness

stains of bias

shame likeness.

on reading in the Washington Post about

the differences in gaolers' pardon

Opera pulsetto

Deep pathos of a diva's lamentation

or the grand gesture of heroic sacrifice

draws instantly to thrills of harmonies

animas wih a need to interconnect.

Just the notes of fathomless longing

yield strange but exquisite encounters

only to float seranadingly off in

the final pulsetto of the two wanderers.

Pulsetto defined as a tempo beat of the heart

maybe a slight bit faster than normal

Hardwood haiku

a tree trunk temper'd in

pale suffused winter sunlight

winks at the dawned day

An Elfish story

An elf has been left out

for whole year - wow

what will he do

of mischief now?

Since they come and

enjoy the tidings of

Yulemonth festives

candles, cards of love.

Must put him up

elsewhere tonight

otherwise he will

therwise he will

us haunt with spite.

(Paper cuts that magically

appear in the month of Dec.

at our house)

Cold thoughts

Philosophying intensely

vilifies the true cognoscenta.

All it takes is a nasal drip

out goes the mind -

the spirit and the body -

me a rejectamenta!

Novembismus

English language

knocks the ideas

absorbing words

of all kinds.

I muse about

this flexibility

and applaud

that I can invent

a phraseology,

unknown today,

but tomorrow

it shall be hailed

as a new option.

That slang enters

and all of a sudden

it truly becomes

oddly mainstream

and therefore

bores the poets

alas - a word will

not come to be

so let the keyboard

be the inventor -

novembismus.

Novembismus: a noun,

signifying the feeling of late November

and the craziness before the holiday, the

last breath before going out on black Friday.

Poetess never suffers from novembismus,

because she does not venture out on Black Friday.

Ideals gone?

European souls

of the lost expats

will bloom only

when then they

return to the soils

of the lost grounds

of blood and tears.

A new wave of trials

ne'er before dawn

to wake up -

home - a daze

of the unseen

sad utopians.

IPhone grook

Hubby's new iPhone

A gem to behold

Would be great

If I could it control !

Bedside manners

A woman I know

was told in no certain terms

that she is dying

and why has she not checked

into hospice yet!

She is alive and working

trying to live her life

as she knows it.

Nobody knows how

the doc phrased his message.

From a nurse friend I understood

that the doctors are required

to tell their patients

the cruel facts when there is

no more that they can do.

Bedside manners matter

more than ever -

there are ways to tell

with empathy

that you are dying.

Alas, mayhap this doctor

needs a remedial course

in phraseology of kindness

or

the doctor was sad and

this was his third patient

that day to swing the ax over.

The recipient of this earful

worries even more

the mind hears only this,

You are a goner.

Present the message mercifully.

Cold numbers

My bane has always been

the damnable common cold

I realized not long ago

being 60 plus something old

that numbers of the mean

are 300 plus of snot flow!

NYC wisp

New York City

in the autumn

gallivanting around

the busy thoroughfares

away from suburbia

into the arms

of life-strikes -

a will-o'-the-wisp.

A bluish mood

Fairy weather tales
of woes and whatnots
once the rainy splots
wear winter quails.

Old crones of Wales
tell stories of hots
alas not great shots
but dreary wails.

So ends the dales
of deep granny knots
anger cannot rot
the soul is frail.


quail: it is according to OED
a courtesan, or a young woman

A fate of my own?

Oh, from the lovely little country

I still call my own

I have it outgrown

only to realize- this is my foundry!

Where I was born and bred

I can relate albeit

sitting in a seat

far away - as a cylinder head?

Yes of course - a spinning top
but only when

the true quill pen

and the heart says stop.

A play on truth?

A vibrator play

sex lacking on stage

so true even today

a woman's page.

On seeing Sarah Ruhl's play

Rememberance

When wars are fought

the cooks disappear

in the fields of fights.

The laymen/women

of any sort

we never hear of

their heroics?

They all deserve a page,

we are a chain

and some of the

hooks get more polish

than others, alas.

(To the unknown fighters and everybody else

who due to human whims have to fight wars.

11/11/11)

A fight

A doctor prescribed a procedure

I thought it was fluff -

removing something

that is shrinking day by day.

I cancelled the ordeal.

My internist's office called

she wants me to call the

doctor again to see if I am right.

Truly wondering - do I have

any say over my own body?

I have made another appointment

unbeknownst to them

to get a second opinion.

According to the laws of my state

if I have to have a procedure

I must have a second opinion.

So until then me and my

now tiny blob on my skin

will await until just then.

Wine memory

A glass of flaming burgundy
is swirled inside my mouth
as its flavors sends out
stunning sparks of taste
remembering romance
down my thirsty throat.

(An anacreontic form)

Soles abound

Wandering souls

flying around the universe -

is the space big enough

for little me?

Watering souls

swimming around the sea

are the oceans big enough

for tiny me?

Walking souls

pedestrianize around the earth

are the lands too big

for itty me?

Somewhere the me

will rest - just not yet

on its aery, splazy, wobbly path.

La mer Revisited

Trenet's song of the sea

version Django Reinhardt/Stephane Grappelli

embodies what this sea lover

dreams of walking along a beach

on the Mediterranean.

To be there now would be a warm wave

of bodily amour

on a cold November morn

sitting at the keyboard

drinking coffee.

Come what may I will always

have - not Paris, but "la Mer".

Fetus versus mom musings

A fetus is now a legal person
with own rights in many states -
its mom is just a birthing machine!
If the mom's life is in danger -
fetus's right takes over
kills mom
and everybody is happy!

Where is the personal freedom
of a woman to make her
own individually right choice
for her own body and soul?
Not going back to the back alleys
but if necessary we may have to
saving the life of mom and her sanity!

Slushctober haiku

Slush - flush - world in gray
cold iciness with wet flakes
slushctober slams out.

Slushtober: Slush and October

Darkness reigns

"I own with reason: for, if men but knew
Some fixed end to ills, they would be strong
By some device unconquered to withstand religions and the menacings of seers."
Lucretius (roman Poet)

Oh wild west wind
no that poem has been written
one shoe two blue shoes
again that stanza had its run.

Alas, eons of years ago
before I arrived on this merry-go-around
a brilliant man has thought the same - !

So how can anyone dare to write
anything because plus cela change
plus c'est la meme chose.

And yet, each poet, each writer,
even each primary schooler scribbles
in the hope that something new
will erupt out of the morass
out of the mixture of words
following certain rules
at least trying to suppress the norms

no rules - becomes the rule
hence the henchman of words
Kill not the poet -
hail the message
or vice versa - total obscurity.
today in poetry - therefore
we have to revert to
old tried rhythms and blues
(alas another cliche)
a full glorious moon
a sad wintry morn
a bleak beige daybreak
pick your picture -
cut and paste
with luck - you end up
with a sonnet or
a bonnet where the bees
can frolic
a thought is no longer
a solid....
(fill in the blank yourself, dear reader!)

Cooking

cooking for friends
is fun and delectable
cutting veggies
salting the water
poaching an egg
a little vinegar
baking a cake
will add sugar
life is cooking

Those !@#$ kilos

Those damned kilos
those extra 4-5 ones
I hate them,
I deplore that at the present
I cannot get rid of their presence.
They bother my self
they make feel a lump.
I have got
to get them to rot
I have to get off my lazy duff.

Sweet tooth

Sweet tooth every night
scary thought all right
gummy bear and worms
the world will churn
my stomach upside down
calories somewhat abound
and tooth decay for show
my dentist will know
the scales in my bathroom
will somehow make room
for my nightly indulgence
I alas claim impotence.

Nested pictures

Facebook can be revealing
and go back in time
to when oldies were young
it can be very appealing
and darned sublime
but where time was hung
between the past freewheeling
of mourning's enzymes.
Showing what was and what is
can reflect good taste
or some younger crowds
will say - oh what waste
but one day - they'll be proud
of their parents' showcase
of common heritage nids.

Atlantis revisited

Atlantis weaves in
and out of histories
from Plato to Nazism
and everything in between.
Island or continent,
the idea of a lost state
haunts even today
the archeologists.
If it were true
if we could find it
would it be different
than in the mind's eyes
for thousand years?
Schlieman found Troy,
will somebody find
the lost realm?

Dog wagging

Dog behavior is stranger
than usual, my sweet pet,
what ails you?
Sometimes I wish we could
have the conversation
of your day versus mine.
I think I failed you.
I leave you stranded a
at home - almost three days
every week, yet
when I come home
no hard feelings
just a wagging tail.
Am I lucky or what?
Just one thing, you do know
I love you.

Hypatia

Hail to the philosopher!
Your free spirit impresses
perhaps you can teach
a twenty-one centenarian
timeless truths of
innovative freethinking
Alexandrian society?

Autumn's autonomy

I lament the fact
that September has gone
the coldness in the works
and autumn has begun
with a vengeance
my mood's deference
to darker days ahead
glorious gloom embed'
climate's gentle perks
red wines me detract.

Ant attack ode

Ants attack in my kitchen
I do not like it a smidgen
they creep and they crawl
they run and they sprawl
one hole is closed
but a dozen more exposed
what more can we do
clean up any food goo
chemically killing them
creates alas a mayhem
all the ones here condemn'
my food larder a pure gem
for the ants and their "femme"
time to get rid of the phlegm.

Move over Einstein

Another jolt to a grand belief
Einstein's theories may not hold
for an aesthete it's a sorry relief
cause everything but zilch will fold
into something less than a massif
not even beauty is the leitmotif
change is the only credo foretold.

Reading stories

I read - I bleed for hero's death
or the heroine's mess
when I absorb a story
my mind will worry
or laugh or bear witness
and I shall draw my last breath.

Interface

A new and cleaner interface
what is that to me?
Is it that the writing on the wall
is easier to see
or is it that not so much fluff
on the screen to be?
I do not truly care about
what is on the doodad
I know I could do more
if I chose that ad
with great mercantilizaton
alas I fell for that fad
I should applaud vividly
this cleaner look
clap my hand and shout
yet the Internet's hook
of dealing or wheeling's time
will be like the Chinook.

Men's wear

Being older and wiser(ha)
I know a thing or two
and here is what my counsel
is to womankind too.

Men's wear is much better
the producers of course
realize that women are fickle
money to spent - applause.

So now the old broad
has instituted in her mind
buying sandals and boots
is better of the male kind.

Body talks

Body, mind and spirit
does do it for you,
if the mind is sound
and the spirit alert
then why in the world
can the body not follow?

Splinted atoms of yore
turns into a tsunami
of a fire bomb
and then after a while
nature heals slowly.

My body away from
a beloved place
rebels -
again I have asthma
nose problems -
within not even one week
I am back on medication.

Either my mind
is on speed and sorrow
that it affects
that corpse of mine
or nature is telling
me - to go back?

Glooming doom?

Vigga the Volva was again alarmed
nothing was quite safe in her woods
she wandered near Ygdrasil her tree
for life, of life, to life
it looked sad, the leaves turned too soon
the weather was weary - dreary
what in the world was wrong?

A global warmth or coldness swept
the age old globe of Gaia
some places were more hot
other spots turned colder
the animals were disappearing
humans were multiplying
so the old earth could not
feed and accommodate every one.

Disasters of Africa's horn
threw famine at that particular spot
in Asia tsunamis were growing
in her world the rain kept pouring
down for days - a beginning of ice age?
Ygdrasil had had too much heat
and now too much water - the roots rotting
and decay setting in -sadly.

She had had a weird dream
yesternight - way off her normal reveries
she was forced to cover her windows
in the house with papers
otherwise the it could not withstand
the temperatures of 235 degrees!
Talk of an ecological nightmare.

She again went and muttered
around her little brook
which had taken a hit and was
completely stuffed with debris
of logs and left-overs from
the recent very heavy rainfall,
unprecedented - 40 years hence
another storm flooded her
pristine flow of water.

The volva Vigga trod carefully
swinging her light cape
soon she would have to change
to the more warm one
she was still very worried
and in spite of the gloom
of days of doom people
still managed to find joy.
Was that the answer?
Nay, Gaia will say soon
she has had enough
and that humans will obey her.

Jetlag again

Jetlag week two
it is wearing too
like a bad hairdo
I have tried drinks
even tried forty winks
my body is jinxed.

summer of dreams

Alas gone
moments in time
a whiff of mementos
so flighty.

l'art pour l'ecart

La veille de mon départ
ce n'est pas de grand art
je me sens si a part
que pour la plupart
la vie sois un écart.

Philo de poche d'un apres-midi d'ete

L'inverse de bonheur
n'est pas malheur
mais la misère
car la fatalité est un fait
tandis que le chagrin
restera sans limite.

L'antipode de la vivacité
n'est pas indifférence
mais l'extinction
car l'apathie finira souvent
au lieu de la cessation
restera a la fin.

La vie bleue

La vie porte des couleurs
l'adolescence est fortement rose
et souvent noir
le moyen âge
vives teintes des rouges
jaunes et vertes parfois grises
la dernier partie
adoucie des annees passees,
reste toujours bleue.

Outre Atlantique et moeurs

La sexualité jolie
entre homme et femmee
est comme une vigne
cela éblouit - cela aide
des partenaires consensuels
main il y a une ligne
de démarcations
en outre Atlantique
un peu plus voilé
des gens en politique
avec leurs grands pouvoirs
seront par contre époilé
et jugée fortement
comme des sorcières puritaines
avec leurs moeurs
c'était mieux de débuter
une guerre des prémisses fausses
de faire l'amour ailleurs
mais étant donne que
les faits de prerogatives humaines
sont politiquement fuite
le pouvoir ne lui donne pas
carte blanche de la promiscuité
le droit de fruitier.

Humex

Humidité humilie
une personne
a seulement penser
a sa sueur
et son bien-etre
déséquilibré.

Dans les tropiques
on ne se plaint
car c'est la vie.

Un jour de cela
me faire plaindre.
Je suis chez moi
saine et vivante
en buvant de l'eau
fraiche et froide.

Humidite me humilie
a reconnaitre
l'humain en moi.

Acronym village

Cacophonique
apothéose
zen
orphelinage
urbain
lamento
symphonie.

Loge
émotive
singulière.

Bénigne
étrange
zone
inouï
endroit
reposant
souffle.

Un rayon de soleil

Un jour une amie a sauve
un petit martinet
elle l'a donne a manger
avec une pipette;
bref, il a vécu
des qu'il a grandi
un matin de bonne heure
il a vole et est parti.

Cette année elle est sure
qu'il est revenu
un jour dans sa salle de bain
elle a entendu
un bruit dans une vase
un oiseau s'était prisonne
que faire? essayée tous
excepte donner a manger.

Alors patiemment avec
des morceaux de pain
en dehors vers la liberté
elle lui a fait un chemin.
Il l'a trouve encore
sa propre indépendance
avec l'aide de humain
avec foi et confidence.

A klutz - that's me

Some are dexterious
some are not
some are prestigous
some are klutz

today in a friend's garden
watering her plants
of course the hose got lose
spraying my pants
trying desperately to stop
the water from running
getting wet all over
thank godness -it's sunning

some are dexterious
some are not
some are injurious
some are klutz

The other night I fell down
in a friend's house
hurt my foot but was ok
another night with my spouse
still tripped down
the same staircase
and this time I sprained
my ankle - terribly
I everywhere can get maimed.

Some people are dexterious
some are not
some people are curious
I am a klutz.

Hiding

Handwriting
they say reveals a lot
about the writer
lefty or righter?

Depends
and that's why I
only hide behind
the screen
and keyboard.

That way
you can judge me only
by my words.

Au secours

Je brûle
mon esprit
ne pense
qu'au
jeux
qu'on fait
ensemble.
Je brûle
mon ventre
rêve
d'être touche
par les mains
cherchant
la joie.
Je brûle
a l'intérieur
de moi
mes eaux coulent
en vain
éperdument
Je fige.

Le libanais est mort

Le libanais est mort
un petit homme dans ma rue
qui voyait tous
qu'il passait dans notre voie.

Il aimait et parlait
avec tout le monde du quartier
lui avec sa femme
venaient du Liban - trente ans.

Il voyait les vielles
des bon mots pour les gens
il fumait ses gitanes
il n'y avait plus des dents.

Il aimait beaucoup des filles
jeunes et en fleur
il les savouraient de ses yeux
comme un mâle très avide.

Sa femme devenait imbécile
tous les jours - pire
il essayait de la soigner
ce lui était difficile.

L'ironie franchement est
qu'elle vit encore
dans son lit - infantile
un esprit perdu - patient.

Le Libanais est mort
gentil et me montant
que nous passons seulement
dans cette ruelle a la fin.

Empty

Empty
a vessel unfilled
presumptious of me
to think
I could fill it
void
empty void
a bare earth
cocksure I
tried to cover it
in vain
of course
I have to fill
the earth and its gulf
with dirt and water
emptiness
within

Fligthy thoughts

Reflective days of yore
introspection - too much
dull randy secretion -
dimming action to the core.

An advice?

An email landed in my inbox
a sad one telling the tale
of betrayal and power play
of sneakiness and sex.
A feeling of sadness
encroached my throat
bitterness of the broadcaster
imcomprehension vex'd.
What can a friend say
returning to the outbox
drop - drop - drop
fly away - your wings flex.

Starry eyed do

On this night... starts
a well-known song ...
a thousand stars
yes to night I saw hundreds
from where I was sitting
secluded safe somewhere.
It was a slow coming
three - four seven
and then just then
they lightened up.
I know now what it is
to be stary-eyed
and the ancient mariners
and travellers at night
went by these gps points.
The romantic person
in me says - dreamy stuff
Practical lady sighs
follow their guidance.
The in-between me screams
just don't dream - just do.

Un matin comme un autre

Une promenade matinale
au soleil brillant diurnal
en train de faire les courses
chez le marchand de journal
je sort et la au frontal
une rencontre aux alentours
d'un être bien captivant
avec qui je me sens
très emotivement a l'aise
on s'embrasse en dirant
comme vas-tu, cher vivant
ton amie - française?
Je monte la petite colline
vraiment sans discipline
en me rendant au marche
la j'achète de lanoline
et aussi de grenadine
en observant sur la pavée
les femmes en mousseline
parlant avec leurs copines.
Ici dans mon village
il y a un avantage
les gens parlent entre eux
des fois un peu malicieux
mais aussi avec gentillesse
on transmet des faits nombreux
au lieu de se taire sacchareux
la vie continue sans cesse.

My secret vice

I have a secret vice
not playing dice
much more involved
yet - unresolved
because I shu bi do
love Placido Domingo
his voice is just wow
that's all I know
and yet night after night
youtubing I
listen to his vocal
in my own focals
an hour or two passes by
losing sleep
but infinetely better
than counting sheep
his voice makes me wetter
than a good lie.

An olde form

Happiness is when
you know you are alive
when you have guests over
and they seem to enjoy
what you do what you serve.
Happiness is when
you know you are trying
your best to give something
back to others
- not expecting payback -
just for your own sake
doing it because it is fun.
Is that not what life
sometimes should be like?

Mozart aupres de la cathedrale

Amadee a fait un tour dans la cour
de St Nazaire d'un soir nuageux
il nous a présenté "la flûte enchaînée"
élégamment et surtout imageux
la musique se porte aux planètes lointaines
ainsi que dans nos esprits marécageux
la vivacité et la félicite humaine
remplissent nos âmes langoureux
sans les beaux arts tout est dessemelé
le monde entier se montre besogneux
le temple de détour - reste - l'amour.


Merci millement a Francine et Max pour
une soirée inoubliable sous les étoiles
dans le cloître de St Nazaire.

St Sever du Moustier

Un tout petit village
dans les montagnes d'Aveyron
est fige sur ma memoire
depuis une lointaine seconde
car les chiens s'endorment
ici au milieu de la rue
le temps passe lentement
d'antan de la vie perdu
L'art y fleurisse apres tout
avec leur batiment insolite
et les danses a la folie
dans St Sever du Moustier.

Les visages

Les visages de mon village
ici dans le centre de Midi
parlent du petit patronage
comme le modus vivendi
de leur posterite assemblage
a l'ancienne chaque apres-midi.
Les vielles femmes sur le banc
disputent jusqu'au crepuscule
tous les terriens tires-au-flanc
et les hommes d'un groupuscule
sous les arbres epoustouflants
debattent les sports ejacules.
Chaque generation y trouve
avec veneration apres l'age sage
sans la jeunesse se reprouve
sa verite changeante temoinage
que les temps font profondes douves.

Simenon revisited

Le Monde has reissued
all Simenon's novels
know for Maigret of course
more importantly
I find his depictions
of life's sordid details
and fate's complete
haphazardness
brilliant - so underrated
his 20/20 view of man
clear - under the microscope
is a healthy reminder
that we are all flawed.