Des chaises flottantes

Sur des chaises flottantes
en plein air - elegantes
quelles sont vos itenerants
les utilisant en passant?
Joueurs aiment le solfege
au table dans votre manege?
Vous servez vos amis avec arpege
comme un directeur d'un chorege!
Chacun des importants invites
n'ayant pas peur de cahoter
entre les unes et les autres
sachant la vie n'est pas neutre
les joueurs qui passent en vivant
vous embrassent collectivement.

A pebble

rounded by sand
into a oblong sphere
seen on a beach
picked up by a child
thrown out in the sea
to return a little
further along the shore
cradled by the waves
for another thousand
of years beoming minute
still here - until sand
eaten by an oyster
growing as a bother
to its host
caught years later
by a fisherman
who was on the prey
for the perfect pearl
that mensch on a beach
gave birth to
gray genuine gem

Philo cook grook

It took a long time to prepare
cut, baste, bake and share
ridiculous - when it truly takes
only ten minutes ....to eat - mate!

Mobile Bauhaus

Yellow - Red - Blue
remnant of Goethe's hue
Kandinsky's philosophy
of definite velocity
hangs about your head
weaving its history's bed
of simple elegant Bauhaus
you can dream and espouse.


On seeing a mobile

dervish' dance

Whims of motion
whirling around
a perfect rest
wakeful devotion
within - no sound
of a dervish' chest.

Lies and history

Detecting lies
must be daunting
truths and realities
will come haunting.

White lies and bigger
ones like a whopper
the perpetrator are
distinctive as copper.

Truthiness  in life
is a necessary evil
though sometimes
you may not believe it.

For history to detect
what really went on
possibly cutting through
the bull - and then run

away to a different
dimension of the brain
twists and mindsets
of the individual sane

what is wrong what is right
is always telling the truth
as brilliant as gold
or the story goes kaput?

Many a historian postulates
mendacity found later
improves since lies at the time
denotes a high indicator

So can we detect lies
as clear as a day in May?
No, unless the microsecond
of untruth's man betrays.

Hitler's act at Munich
displayed  a schtick
for Chamberlin to
fall totally for his trick.


On reading about Lies and how to detect them

Eve's daughters

Why don't all women
adhere to these few steps
decide for
yourself
your body
your beliefs
your politics
your rights
and then whoever you
want to love.
Somehow it is simple
a la Hillary Clinton
and wishing it were so.
Instead we have
attacks on our bodies
every day in every way
our beliefs are belittled
our rights and political views
are being ridiculed
discredited, slammed!!!
Will all Eve's daughters
subscribe to Aristophanes's
"poison pen" and rebel?
Not in my lifetime nor
in my daughter's but
someday - in Utopia!

How we evolve

Little children run around
in their house
checking their boundaries
where they can flip
here they can flop
and in that corner
they can become silent
resting for a nanosecond
The teens of the world
in their way
promoting their borders
where they can drip
here they can drop
and in that area
they will become enraged
doubting their sanity
The adults alas at last
tiptoe hesitantly
knowing their worth
what they can buy
what they can sell
and consequently
they will erupt furiously
only to create tuck-of wars.

Freezing chill

Somehow today
freezing in my soul
embraces not
the wanton warmth.
Will my body regain
its healthy heat
or will I until my
secure demise
encapsulate coldness
without a fight?
Unthawing ensures
my inner world
slowly linking it to
a standstill - chillingly
crispiness embodies
only one thought
a sad picture of
a woman giving up.
How many a lady
have experienced
that iciness -
to only discern
the gelidity in her?
Sleep - sleep - sleep.

World according to Yanko Tsvetkov

The Russians drink
The French stink
Brits are highbrow
Germans eat 'krauts
Italians devore spaghetti
Greeks dance sweaty
when it comes to names
what a fun game
to label is to fear
ignorance - no cheer
thanks to Tsvetkov
piercing a sacred cow!

Silly Easter rhyme

What eats the Easter Bunny
hopping out onto the lawn
it was a misty early
Sunday on Easter morn.
He picked up the eggs
from where they were
all colors abound lightened
fuchsia, greenish azure.
He wondered how many
he would surely eat
remembering years past
tummy ache. To beat
it he swore he wouldn't
do that ever for years
so he reput the eggs down
smilingly  he was cured.
Let the boy and girls
get their eggs instead of me
he hipped and hopped
and stroked his goatee.

For my grandsons

Vivat homo

I find the solutions
on the net
clumsiness abound
to save yet
my inadequacy
surely let
my better half
do the set.
And for that reason
I thee wed.

Enigma

Enigma of world war 2
began long before
coding and decoding
became vital to all
those whose machine
it belonged to
and those who won -
alas too many died
but more would have
had the machine
kept its secrets forever.

Nothing but dust

Nero's Domus Aurea
created a new form
even though erased
"damnatio memoriae"
from the Fori Romani -
a trace of it was found
in Titus monument
for Vespasian his father.
Nothing but a dance macabre
at my funeral pyre
only the dirt on a little
road in the middle of the vinyards
will hail my aging bones
and the rest will be at sea
with Poseidon's creatures
leaving a new spawn of frogs.

Monday to Sunday children

Monday's child is far away
Tuesday's child will go astray
Wednesday's child thinks so much
Thurday's child runs amok
Friday's child will dance and sing
Saturday's child will wildly swim
Sunday's child is a wherewithal
but you've gotta love them all.

A.nswer to a nursery rhyme.

Sour morn

This will surely pass -
full sunshine blossoms
if you're in flotsam
without reason to,
nature's calling you
a thankless badass!

Challenged haiku

A ring lost in Rhine
Gods, earthlings loved fought entwined
saved doomed reassigned

Some like it ---

Some like it like this

others like it like that

again another likes it comme ci

and I like it comme cela

but the whole world

fucks around each other

I wonder why we bother

the sex drive is strong

but power is stronger

so if you play the game of sex

it is all about power!

Being of nothing

A something about nothing

remembering the time

the poetess had

a word breakdown

nothing meant everything

anyone exclaimed.

A nihilistic period of

about four years straight.

Two things happened

a teacher put the mind right

plus mother's dictum

"words can hurt".

Meeting a neighbor who

talked about an experience of hers.

She was hurt by words

Hommage a Dorothy Parker

Women delight in novelty
Men die without stability
Love for the female is fun
Men die without a homerun
A Woman lives within herself

A man will jerk off himself
Two sexes in eternal battle
so what to do with the cattle?

For Steve

Romantic literature

Reading romantic novels

a new discipline in college courses

sounds like a winner.

The heroine changes from

a rebel to an learned lady

between a dinner

with the champion of her choice

and lust and love combines

the author's spinner.

Whatever powers women

to read and enjoy escapes

commends a glimmer.

The McDaniels college announces

a new discipline.

Tidal Geishas

Pale cherry-filled iridescent
embroidered silk kimonos
gheishas shade tall auras
in the telluric Tidal Basin.

Dorothy Parker remembered

Dorothy Parker's poems

hit just between the eyeballs

many prompt prima phonemes

of whisky sours and highballs.

Thanks to Steve for reminding me

of a grand lady

Stress test

A nuclear stress

applied to me

by a medical toy

I shall be "blinking"

if going through

a"security machine"

for thirty days

a truly ravine

of heart's digress.

The worst was not

the thread mill -

but the time where

the arms had to

be held over my head

of course lying down

but still a bloody

awful situation - dead.

Twice keeping still

while machines

worked their will

to try and dissect

my machine's rhythm

and after a day of blues

a solidly sobering

somewhere's why and how

the doc will decide

whether or not I

shall live or die.

Not that I mind

and for modern medicine

I am inclined

to say eventually

stop it once somehow?

Equinox

Spring again

and jump high

stop the time

a beautiful lie

of need to be

wherever

a life stopped

forever.

Nobody can

avoid the toc

of the seasons'

running clock

arrest your steps

for just a moment

and inhale the

flowers unbent

with life's spring

and jubilant joy

this hour is but

an ephemeral toy.

Quiet

Quiet

quietly

beware

of the quiet ones

one day

they may not be

so quiet.

College essay

Writing a college essay
is a piece of resistance
you have to hit the receiver
with a very clear balance
between opinion and fact -
and general and specifics.
To get your message across
simply: not hieroglyphics.


From your brain to the paper
in the beginning - a diarrhea
of messed up blurry thoughts
a list of relevant words - ideas
jumbled in no order at all
then somehow a rugged draft
materializes into a skill
of college writing - a craft.


With a thesis at the end
of the short introduction -
the just controlling points
in three - a great solution
to reiterate your thought -
a completing paragraph
shows the finished product
without too many gaffes.

Swiss made

Swiss made clocks

as a curious history

of a timeless industry

swing back and forth

tic toc tic toc tic toc.

The pendulum pulsates

the digital age dictates

the numbers of worth

please owners of a Swatch

blip blop blip blop blip blop.

On reading an article

about the Swiss watch industry

Ethics - at quarter to five

An ethics' discussion

a brainy concussion

of what is right and wrong.

If you really start

you will finally impart

with yes - but just along

the highway of morals

a leaf of righteous laurels

it is not that easy to sway

and surely along the way

the twist of it all sustains

all timelessness strains.

Philosophical thoughts in

an ethics workshop

Temporal tanka

Magnolias bloom

a Maryland wonder

one climatic lull

on a Sunday morn dog walk

future conditional change?

A "diva's" mom's comment

This cross-dressing

daughter of mine

how could you not be sublime?

Across the times

just funnily divine

Orlofsky's whine

a bore's transgressing.

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.