I de stille pigers land

I de stille pigers land
lever du i fred
med dig selv og dine
uden en vindende mand

I de stille pigers land
regerer kun du
i takt med dit humør
på dine præmissers rand

I de stille pigers land
er der en regel
som du følger uafbrudt
din sjæls feminine band.


til Hanne

a palette

Palest yellowish western sky
of a cloudless heaven
hits my mind's childhood
a northernly divinity
not quite midnight sun
but an awakening to life.

Acceptance

Childhood reconstructed
faced without bravado
I could not use it
accepting that this time was such
and moving on to other things
like this life now -
a healthy solution to a restless burden
absolutely useless.
Biking along the paths of my youth
and smiling broadly
living just in this moment.

Une voyage en arriere?

Une voyage pour moi en arriere
sera sans des faits obligatoires
la seule chose contradictoire
est la psychologie de barriere
de mon enfance et ma jeunnesse.
Les vagues de l'ocean appairaissent
calmes et douches ? - helas non
Mes pensees se cofondront
en revant des jours d'antan
avec mes cauchemars orvietans.
De revertir a mes vieux lieux
pour moi sera studieux
- une etude de moi -meme
une introspection - un bareme
de mes faits fallacieux
ou mes omissions personelles
de fortement dire adieu
et confronter ma vie existentielle.

.

Deconctruction

Deconstruct is to destroy
Deconform is to be wild
what is then denote?
To indicate- mark???
does it mean that the notes
are false or that the types
are not defined?
No the de is opposite
of all logic but then so
is my train of thought.

Ruelle detruite

les maisons sont detruites
des vieux murs - durs -
la poussiere comme des
cendres qui vont suivre.

les morts d'un monde
tombent sombrement
au milieu du soleil brillant
une ruelle du moyen age

l'histoire des gens de passage
comme nous les vivants
deroule  temporellement
notre memoire se perd.

Hein?

Restant chez moi
calmement
pour ressoudre
des problemes
mettre l'ordre
dans mes effets
et essayer de
perdre des kilos
la lecture la nuit
et lejour se
promener pour
l'esprit du corps
Faire le menage?
 non - pas du tout
- seulement avec
la main gauche.
Une toute petite vie.

Another day of humanity

Home or somewhere else
along the way of life
an Irishman and his spouse
made me feel part
of a small community
somewhere on this planet
On the street I hear
people talking -drinking
quietly - over underneath
a garage - who does it belongs to
whoo knows -who cares.
Observing how intertwined
the village life is makes me aware
that we are all part of a village
whether we like it or not.
But in the burbs of
the big country overthere
it is not quite like that
abd that is what I have been missing
more than anything - here
I feel part of a whole
for the good or the bad.
It truly doesn't matter.
It is just a fact.- human life
in a nutshell - vive!

Walls getting breath of fresh air

Roughcast or peppledash
plaster on the walls
cannot stand it -
trying to remove it
bleeding - hard work.
Pepplecast  or roughdash
its name does not matter
but its has to come off
- date found behind one
1871 - fun -.
What more will be found
when the walls are exposed?
Paintings from the Roman times
golden age graffitti?
Dashcast or roughpepple?
Walls of a house
talk through the time
and one day someone else
will find what I will write
or draw on these old
barriers holding the village out
maybe sobering writing
another date and let someone else
wonder  about
castrough or dashpepple?!

Contraception

A choice of contraception
should be a human right
A  bloodline of perception
A choice of contraception
must have sperm interception
or balancing of all might.
A choice of contraception
should be a human right.

Paisible

La  pour toujours c'est calme
a l'interieur d'une eglise
les murs insonores - vieux
comme l'espace - rendent
l'echo de la musique.
Interprete par des artistes en passant
cela rend l'esprit une ouverture
de temps passe - la paix
seulement pour une seconde
- quel embuscade de l'ame

Plans

Gotta lay plans
for the time
it fizzles
if I do not.

Plans for what
for painting the walls
necessary
but it could wait

Plans for writing
a novel another poem?
Mindful of
the content - right?.

Plans for meeting friends
that is easier
it requires no effort
being a social observer.

Plans for a day out
or a day in - sweeping
washing - taking care
of that body of mine.

Plans - so many plans
alas, I think ...
I have to make plans
for making plans.

Memoir d'outre tombe??

Pour un metropolitain
d'etre dans un village
fait rever au tirage
reste que les quatrains

Les vieils hommes
et des femmes aussi
resteront enferme ici
sans le savoir - autonomes

D'ou les personages
vont faire leurs retours
sans grand tambour
aux  tombes sauvages?

Pour des certains untels
s' acclament avec des mailloches
mais la terre se decroche
et seul eux sont immortels.

L'artiste manquee

L'artiste
n'ose pas
ne me permets pas
pas si douee
manquee

L'artiste
ne m'ouvre pas
m'excuse toujours
pas le temps
manquee

L'artiste
reste en moi
suis sur mes gardes
m'isole
manquee.

Beziers - et la mort d'un coeur

Beziers plus de 2700 ans d'histoire
visite par des peuples etranges
et vaincu par des Romains,
des Visigoths, des musulmans,
par l'Eglise Romaine en 1209
ou Amaury a dit: " Dieu reconnaitra les siens"
est en train de mourir -
le dernier souffle du centre.

Les alles avec les platanes
les boutiques et les restaurants,
les bars, et le cinema d'art (il n'en a plus)
le theatre et les arenes - utilisees
mais pas trop,
car les gens fuient dans leurs autos.

On augmente les centres
autour de la ville -
cela ne vaut rien.

Le coeur est moribond
et la pompe de vie
est en train d'etre etranglee,
car Raymond Couderc dit,
"Tuez-les tous".

Vandals

Alas, my poor little car
its veins of starter
ribbed loose
so a visit to a car doctor
to  come alive again.
The frog car will ribbit
once more.

Bell Beaker Form

Ancient Neolithic form
of barley and burials
from continental Europe
to the Celtic Isles
how did they come
to have that special form?
Were it a form of Matriarchal
linear curvaceous shape
embracing the Goddess
in all her might - given
that each sculptress
to a secret bound oath
that each knew - the last
of the great goddess form
in a utilitarian urn or jar?
It could naturally be interpreted
as the male aggregate -  a vaunt
or mayhap a marriage vessel?
From barley and wine to an urn
all life is contained
in a earthenware container.

Le temps d'un village

Le village reste toujours
et les gens parcourent
avec leurs buts quotidiens
il y aura des frais diluviens
sans le savoir - dans l'abbatoir
la vie continue - roulante biscornue.
Une chose reste - des chansons de geste
avec leurs histoires d'amour
l'eternel  mi-transparent abat-jour.

Surcongele

Le clan des etrangers
vient d'avoir une convocation amicale
tous sont tres polis
sous l'epiderme elegant
il y a des etranges sentiments
d'un froideur surcongele.

Twingo encore

Twingo tango
twisting along
singing - spinning
twirling the wagon
the well-known roads
of a special place
gazing out the window
with smiles on my face
Banquo twingo.

A new day

On to a new day
of a new life
on to a village
of  my own
on to adventures
of  unknown
on to sorrows
of a sad wife
on to a new day.

Sadness - not yet

Sadness - another year
All the students gone
spread some minuscule
words of wisdom
cannot be sure.
Knowledge parted
is wisdom grabbed
sadly recognizing
that some may not succeed
hopelessly optimistic -
maybe next time
although for some - this
will be what they get
from their surroundings,
You're a failure.
Optimist always
from  downwards
spiralling will try
and again upbeating
this hope - nay fantasy
that one day a flaying one
shall be flying somehow,
when - is another matter
but - on eday!

Raccoons' haiku

A backyard terrace
with dainty planters and chairs
a place raccoons poop!

For Lili.

A sin

A priest's ordination
made an impression
the paganism in all
the symbols tall
How very easy it seems
to the believers beams
of faith and religion
only - a winged pigeon
flying with the mind
along with its rhyme
part of being commune
singing with the bassoon.
Alas, all the pageantry
splashed like falconry
beautiful slaughter of kin
to an atheist - a true sin

Dr. Seuss -not in vain

Weird people wired weirdly
the in-betweeners drown in the middle
sane  persons sounding sane
are there in the world anythingers?
Turning the points upside down -
the go-alongers still are in the muddle!
So what are you, a weirdo or goodnick
any other denomination is out.
And if you are between a wired weirdo
or good sanenick - can you be
a sane weirdo with a penchant for
an inbetweener odd goodnick ?

Poetical conundrum

Confound the ways
of the brainwaves
when driving a car
all of a sudden
the poetess has doubts
not so much about
how she writes
but that poems
should have endings
like life itself?
Should the couplets
rhyme or kowtow
to the slavery of the grammar?
Must the poets show
their innermost intuition
by saying exactly
what they think and no fix?
Would it be better
to just go with the flow
and join the other thousands
- rhyming their lives away -
for lack of a better term?
(Poets should always know
what to think, but they do not -
a pro's secret - )

This hypothesis will end
with no answers - just
a random ambrosial blurb
on this little blog,
but it is mine!

new web spin

A website needs updating
so does one reinvent the wheel?
Copy other sites, twist the tweets?
Something that appeals
to this generation's span
of both tweets and
facebookers' pokes.
Can academia converse
seriously with instagrams
of micro-ittentional
calibrated brainwaves
due to all the electrons?
Teaching theorems
through massive measures
into iphonial goggles.
Website must apply
a newsy wayward in
to the users' brainwaves.
Death by cobwebs otherwise.

Nobodies

Ninny-hammers and nincompoops
wonderful terms for a nobody
but to be that judge of another
is for the very mindset of numskulls.
Nobodies are somebodies
for someone, for anybody.

Dinner haiku

entree - salad - meat
creating a composite
wine and dessert

Poetry day

A poem will keep at bay
the poet police -
jut a piece of word junk
in my pocket's trunk.
Your poem  - please!
Go ahead - make my day.

(Reaction to the poetry's day
at my college)

Un vie sans trop des mots

L'enfant innocent
joue entretemps
en grandissant

La petite dame grise
une meme sans goumandise
se tranquillise

Le grand homme noir
reste toujours dans ma memoire
il va m'abbatoir

No regrets

An accordionist' songs of yesteryear
tickled my loins of a long forgotten
enthusiastic spring-autumn affair 
I would not for any reason
have been without that -
Tremolos and  no regrets!

Friday twilights

April eve on route forty
somewhere in the US
the heavens sprout a plumage
on the horizon - in Charon
darkness grows Easterly
grazing the mid stern
and suddenly a sparkle
could it be - l'chaim?
A dinner with wine
would do  it to you
even on the end of
a long week's Friday night.

Songbird haiku

A yellow songbird
winked, sparkled in the limelight  -
sing to my plumage.

For Robin

Post it

post-it-notes
those cute paper blocks
say so much
say so little
you write
you jot
you mean
you shout it
all on a post-it-note
physically
and on the fly
you twist
you twit
you twitter
all on the post-it-air
two sides
same coin
musically
you read notes
you play notes
one on the pages
the other in the air
that's all for this post

Philo-mourir

Au lieu de faire l'amour
faut-il rire embarrassant la mort?
Ou est-ce possible
d'amenager avec le rire fou?
La question me reste
cela vaut la peine??

Haiku for sneezers

A sunny spring day
April requires blossoming
sneezers keep inside.

To you Mr Mozart

took a trip tonight on YouTube
mostly to Italian opera
but now only Mozart
will put me to doze
with his Requiem
lulling me tired
brain waves
to sleep
to worlds
of different
kinds musically
calling me wildly
my heart beats as
the songs intricately
weave in and out of my
heart's arrhythmic beatings
the modern mensch's dreams

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.