a haiku on beethoven

A Russian trio
played Beethoven this eve
Panache of fun notes

Another year

Joel the Aussie guy
Of my youth
Your day is surely
Entangled
In my weird brain.
Such sweet a friend
Left too early
But when I see
The daffodils
It is Cambridge
And your letters
Of 33 years
I envision encore.
Happy swimming.

Olefactoid

April Fool's Day
A google nose appears
To dream a Proustian memory
Of Athens forty years ago.
A coincidence unreal
lying on my night stand
"The perfume Lover"
Spins a smelly tale
Of recreating an
Andalusian night.
Noses abound in
Dr. Seuss' universe
Sniff out their special
Ambrosia for kids.
Rank mustiness of
fecal stench in
The back streets
Everywhere.
Mouthwatering
Flavors of mom's
Kitchen rest within
Most of us -
Except the unhappy
Anosmic animals
Who cannot get
A whiff of white lilies
Or their culture's
Wildly wantons' vittles.
The essential fumigator's
Byword in an olefactoid
Aphorizes the humor
On Buffoon's shoal
Of the bard's tale.
But one day science
Will just invent
By atomic transmorgrifation
The bit of nosetalgy.

Sunday morn in Central Park

New York enfolding
Central Park
on a Sunday morn
middle of March
cold wintry sun
dogs and owners
taking a stroll
playing ball
bare trees
with spring buds
watching the scene
runners thump
thump thump
the traffic's roar
remaining quiet
for now - only
the bustling
playground of paws
and shoes
embracing
a vivid memento.

Papal Limerick

The cardinals gather in Rome
next to St Peter's dome
ornate with their hats
ready for the great combat
to elect the heir to the throne.

On day two it was done
unprecedented - won
a successor of the crown
as Pope Francis he is known
he hit a home-run.

Alas, like many men of robe
He also had a slight slope
Hidden in his priestal past
He did not help the harassed
so he's like any other pope.

German 2

The German words
Der Gabel
Die Loffel
und das Messer
for fork, spoon
and knife
certainly an
opressor
of the English
logic to life.
Nobody in their
right mind
would say
that this was
rational
but whatever it is
you might name it
it is truly
transcendental.

German

I love the German language
In all its wunderbares curves
The clarity and its Gedankengefuhl
Motors your brainwaves
On the road to logic.
The English speech takes
Inroads -and out roads
With ideas floating freely
Not hampered by toxic grammar.
Twain's little epistle
On the Germanic sprache
Enthralls with all its wits.
But the ethos in the Logos
Of the germane grammar
Is non-plussed unsurpassed.

Conundrum

What to do with drunken word
sunken treasures of the blues?
Ill thoughts need to be buried
Under rosy-colored hues.
What if the reality hits
Too strongly along the road?
Do you hit back and be proud
Or cower just for show?

Did it somehow

A lost day to an infection
But not without introspection
Seeing that kids have grown
Makes me smile to the bone
Must have done it right
A mom's sure delight.

Snowquester

During the snowquester
It is too obvious
Dancing snow - just a jester
Of rain -I so distrust
Weathermen - a tester
Spring is now victorious.
Even Congress' molesters
Playing games so vicious
Let's all be requesters
Free of the oblivious
Of the towering sequester
Prediction can be devious.


Thanks to Joel Ashenbach of the Washington Post
For creating the term 'snowquester'

Epitome

Emptiness
Elaborates in
Everlasting
Examination
Only to
Exceed
When
Eviscerated
And then
To be
Equalized
With
Escapement
Eschewing
The embers
Of
Eclectic
Earnestness.
There are no
Easy
Endogenous
Explanations
Only echoes of
Entombing
Entre'actes.
Eve's
Evergreens
Still
Encounter
Egocentric
Ebbs
Of
Exasperation.

Wish for when I grow up

When I grow up
I want to walk in the sand
spreading my toes
feeling the gentle surf
sun frolicking
studying human nature
learning a new item
and keeping my mind alert.
If I could sometimes see
my kids and grand kids
that would be superb.

February haiku - the end?

February ends
springs out in the month of March
wills winter away

A sad observation

Shy sadness inveigles
a youngster
She sits across from me
saying very little
but her still silhouette
conveys deep scars
from too early sufferings.
Impotent rage screams
within my brains why?
Children needs to be
given sanctuary -
they do not need
all the crap adults fight.
Anger grabs hold
Wondering who did this
Should be punished.
Alas, if it were that simple.

Saturday pm - miffed

I do not have to write
every day
I do not have to oust
every say
accept what I cannot do
with reluctance
just know that this pm is
happenstance.

bored in burb

Bored stiff in suburbia
What is there to do
On a Monday night
But go shopping
In a local center?
Sadly vilely and
Not conducive to
Any brainy kind
Of comment on
The world's utter
Commercialism.
Noticing new colors
For spring as old
In my childhood
Seams up or down
Doesn't matter
Cause it is more
Of the repeating
Patterns of the year.
Wishing for something
New and exciting
A new event, a whim
Of some little spark.
Old battery needs
Recharging in the burbs.

More on mores

Chevalieresque behavior
of the Medieval troubadour
tends to be lauded as gentle
towards its defenseless females.
Raping the adored highborn
justified by she wanted it
A womanly singer's song
defies and mocks the "true" mores.

Is it spring?

February sun
warms asphalt, heats dirt
so tulips get the idea
it is time.
February nights
show the flowers the chill
the temporalis muscle
works in time.

Dog eat dog

Dog eats dog world
For no reason at all
Dog walks dog bites dog
It is just because
Randomness shown
By crazy animal
Life's a bitch.

While listening

Elisir d'amore
out over the ether
bella encore
opera for neither
the uppity
nor the downity
just appreciation
an amalgamation
of taste in music
c'est tout sic!

King Cake

I have a job to do
To bake a big goo
To find the recipe
Is far too easy
Cause there are so many
On the net's horn of plenty.
It is hard to pick the right one
Let's hope the job will be done
Whether well or not
I'll give it my utter shot
a king's cake - play the brass
in honor of mardi gras.

Procrastination

Walking needed
just didn't feel
up to it
so delegated the
dog walking job - .
I am the one to suffer
because I truly
need the exercise.

One day out and tomorrow
oh yes - another day
and maybe not,
odds are 50/50.
Living in the now
I have to follow
my sense of the body
and it said no.

My mind knows I should've
and could've and must've.
Alas the rope of lassez-faire
caught me empty-handed
and I let myself go.

Lucretia and Pietro

Lucretia:
Oh wild worshiper
of the female body
will thou have me again?
Not the husband of mine
but you - a holy man -
flame my Venus mount
only to count the interim
until our essences
bloom once more
as the strength of minds
split into a glow
from the ignition
willed to be for now
the splendor from
your staff - an osmosis
to smother my inner needs.

Pietro:
My dearest goddess
of love and war and truly
a blend of everything
known to man -
you knowest I desire
only you and your mind
cause with the mating
we blend our psyches
and that melange
is what makes you (and I)
a world apart from
the sordid belittling
people hating society
around us - I love
to enter your true self
tickle and tease you
to insane delight.

Lucretia:
You talk to much
about the world outside
about what we shouldn't do
instead of worshiping
what we have here.
Horsewhipping me
is what I need every time
and you are to do it
with your divine obelisk.
Please next time
I want the full treasure
of your articulation
to the degree of
sensuous delirium.

Pietro:
AH, you command me
mistress of my mind
to belt you with my cudgel
and my tongue,
I shall command
and you will obey my
every stroke of thought
every inch of desire
shall be known to you
you shall know thyself
to a visceral degree
that you one day may wish
you never would have achieved.
I shall exploit you
and your curvaceous
exciting scaffolding
while playing lute
to your wild fantasies.

On reading about the affair of Lucrezia Borgia
and Pietro Bembo. Unfortunately I have not
yet read their love letters, but this is my
modern rendition of what it could have been.

Bump in the head

A bump in the head
Will make you bleed
A rump in the bed
Will make you concede
That a rump is better
Than a bump and bleeding
Like a pig isn't conceiving.
So when you hit your knocker
And you go to the local ER
Say to yourself what the f**er
It could have been a saboteur.

Wasting food is a crime
Too many go hungry
So my kind of cooking
Is weird, sometimes funky
I will not throw out
Day-old chicken country
But transform it into
A pie- a bit chunky.
My mother was adamant
Saving food humbly.
So next time you cook
Think various and sundry.

Sappho - a poet

Sensual Sappho
of Lesbos Isle
daring dame
of yesteryear
your potent poems
sexually smell
of deep desires
in husky humans.
Unafraid unfathomable
of earthlings' esprit
our secluded senses
harebrainedly hidden
away from it all
in a sealed sanctuary.
For lovers' lust
of any sex you saved
the muse most alive.
You earned your fame
in all an awesome fate
if only one could....

bright haiku

Citrony tulips
brighten the dreary gray morn
on a sunless day.

Speed it up

Oh wide berth of time
you would be sublime
to run a little faster - please
so I can be on the plane
instead of in the slow lane.
I can then dance the javanese
in the village of my choice
to me: it is my rolls royce.

La javanaise is a song by Serge Gainbourg

Photo talk

Fervent participants in an
Anti-abortion's rally
In front of the Supreme Court
Raised their right hands
In what could be seen as
A Nazi salute -
For this poetress
A hidden rebuke
In this front page image.

Ta platre pensee

Ma petite artiste
avec son pied sur terre
sculptural-cerebral
exercera sa magie
au lieu de danser
avec les dieux
d'opus incertum
creant une forme feconde
qui surement reste
la sienne du riflard.

Dearth of icicles?

Bleak sunshine
awaits
where windswept
wintry
blossoms meet
its iciness.

Creepy coldness
presents
its own birth
of blooms
only to shade
the shadows.

Dearth of death
hazards
healing beauty
and branches
of diamond drops
on panes.

School trauma of a different kind

Sometime in the sixties
a young girl of good family
tried several times to commit
what some would say
the ultimate sin
Nevermore said the Raven.

She succeeded one day
jumping from the highest floor
before that she had changed
schools and friends
she must have been
For Evermore sadly uneven.

One day in November
our dour and strict Headmaster
came into the room to tell
the terrible news
he half blamed us for the deed
Nevermore was by him read.

Rumors went flying high
why she took her young life
was it of a love unrequited
Our stern master took out
a young man after the reading
Nevermore is my Name.

Whenever Poe's name is heard
I think only of a tender soul
who only blossomed for an inch
of a life in a sad person
what could have been
a fantastic flying Raven.

I think of a time 25
years plus at a school reunion
a chat with the accused man
He never forgave our authority
danced on his grave
saying I didn't Nevermore.

Stark remembrances from
way back in our youth
sadly it is the most prevalent
memory of my school years
they should hold so much
the Raven stands out evermore.

B - a word

Wonderful boredom
getting nuts creates
a vacuum in my belly
hunger for excitement
Makes me wanna scream
Start something -but what
For now -go take a shower
The hot water sizzling
The cold dark gray day.

Let sleeping dog lie

Dog growls after her morn walk
Outside sleeping son's room
She does not stop
Until I open door.
Up she jumps.

Oh tempora!

Does it matter
what a poet writes?
No, it is just words
But with thoughts
Anyone can change
Her or his world,
It just takes time
Precision arguments
And persuasion.
Anyone can become
A truthsayer for
A moment in time.
Alas, few will follow
This trekking trouveur.

Off

Off days starts with off
something you spill or drop
then you know inside your belly
this day hence written off.

A conversation

A very grown-up lady
wants her mom's approval
seeking it desperately
trained early and hard
into being the "dutiful daughter"
Mom is in her eighties
will not acknowledge the incest
daughter suffered from
the biological husband,
for years when even a teen.
Consequence: an addiction.

Still to this day:


Mom - love me for me
Mom - don't talk nonsense
Mom - love me for me
Mom - don't talk
Mom - love the me
Mom - just don't
Mom - love me
Mom - be the daughter
Mom - I am
Mom - then don't talk nonsense
Mom - love me for myself
Mom - so how is the weather?

An enigma

A friend's lack of response
After more than twenty years
Puzzles
Should I call one more time
A choice to become
Muzzled?
Can we ever know what
Makes our fellow traveler
Guzzle?

Infringement

Undo the automatic
Updates
Users' conundrum.
So mayhap I shall
Unhook my Nook.
The automata update
Erased my library
So all I have now
Is loads of ads
For books I wouldn't
Nook in years.
Starking behavior
Of a company.
Infringement.
---
Oi

(I was a little premature
The sd card came loose
But at least did
Unwified my Nook
And now I know
That the company can
Undo if they so choose)

L'ame pourri

Pour un monde meilleur
Comme disait le poete.
Helas rien est change
Sur notre petite planete
Les guerres en soi
Restent ici, ma foi,
Et l'ame de l'homme
Pourrait bien utiliser
Un vide-pomme.

A normal day

War, molested women
Kids either on drugs
Or youth soldiers
For war lords or fanatics
Cheats, fracking,
Spies on industry
Ensnaring cons
What a great day.

Spam or not

A post in my inbox
Open or not
The addressee
Known or not
First placed in
Spam box
Thought again
Should I or not
Looked in
Spam box
Said what the
Beep or not
Opened the
Email up
A meeting of
Minds we got
Four months
Hence -pure luck
I decided to open
My email box
A chance for
A consoeur or such.

no impression

Hungry color-deprived sun-up
On a bleak wintry morn
Meeting the stark branches.

La poetesse proclame

Un poeme spontane
d'un Orphee
Dit lyriquement
La verite
Du moment.

A thousand and one tales

Scheherazade, a queen
Told stories of sex and debauchery
Of fun and of serene
Women clad in colors of strawberry
Of men who were deem'd
To be cuckolded - or of merry
A sultan and an odalisque
Who lived according to their beliefs.
Arabian tales of fantasy
A library of pseudo-reality
Yet, a treasure of the mind
No fantatic can ever it bind.

Why, Sherlock?

Sherlock Holmes and Co.
At least 100 years plus
Still fascinates today
Because evil will always
Have enthusiasts
And solving or guessing
The reason for crime
Will drive detectives
As well as ordinary people
As to why committing
Whatever deed
Is deemed against the laws
Up the garden wall
As to motives when
The reason might
Just be because ....
Ach, due to humanity's
Inconsistency and frailty
Or just because you could?

Newspaper Haiku

The Washington Post
Is a small town newspaper
Against "Le Monde".

World's view ends

With murders and mayhem
No good news feed
From Timbuktu to Bethlehem
A rare philantrophic deed
The older I get
In disillusion sets
Is it a surprise
That we direct
And surely justify
With heads erect
Facebook and friends
To combat fatigue
With the world's miens
This is major league.
Alas, no answer in vogue
Our ethos gone rogue.

A woman I knew

Everything happens
for a reason - sometimes -
but this time it was
to hear about somebody's death
at a Christmas party.

A neighbor who loved
her husband, her children,
life and people,
was generous and fun-loving
as well as a good cook
and taught my kids
to accept opera
when they came to her house.

Lillian - so many times
we have been to your home
you were our "second" grandma
and then you moved away
slowly being stalked by
Alzheimer's - staying
with your beloved daughter.

Tonight neighbors invited me
into your home - your kitchen
which you fought for
your lovely red ceiling
brightened it up - you said.
You were so vivid there
next to me - that I had
to seek solitude and quiet.

Wonderful delectable meals
you made for us and others -
you would have loved it tonight
kids all over - the home decked out
yet I remember Tom too.
You were completely devastated
when he died so (I think)
you planned to be with him
as soon as you could.

Thanks for lovely times
thank you for being you
with Pavarotti in the background
and Tony Bennets Christmas songs
I still picture you with
a spoon in the one hand
and a bonmots in the other
cheering life as it should be.

La Vulve d'une Voelva

Volva Vigga rememorait paisiblement
des vielles histoires sur son village.
Vers des merveilles montagnes et de la mer
ses yeux bleus/verts se debordaient
la vue impressionante et ancienne.
Elle reflechissait profondement
sur l'existence essentielle surtout
entre les hommes inpaisibles impatients
et les fatalitees feminines de l'autre.
Comment puisse-t-on avoir des etres
qui ne connaisse pas leur propre espece
Est-ce-que voila la difference
devait-elle a l'age qu'elle avait encore
une fois reeduquer de quoi il s'agirait?
Elle secoua sa tete de rousse
et cria vivement en ravalant sa colere
et ses frustrations feroces et femelles.


La Volva reconnait le besoin de la sexualite
elle n'etait pas encore morte dans son corps.
D'ailleurs elle aurait la patience patriote
de montrer aux etres ce qu'il faillait faire
avec le corps concubin – helas
elle etait adolescente et amoureuse.
Or elle se rapellait qu'elle etait instruite
d'un amant aimable et infiniment infatigable
meme s'il pouvait presque etre son grand-pere.

D'ores et deja c'etait inutile et infame
la non- connaisance de l'anatomie archaique
meme les femmes non instruites non plus
etaient les menageres meres – avec un but
de satisfaire seulement leur mari mortel
Ou est-ce-que les epoux exigeants etaient
tellement des egoistes egrillards et ejacules
qu'ils ne pensaient jamais qu'a soi-meme.

La vieille Volva qui porte le nom Vigga,
ne se vauqait pas volontairement
au vieux vaurien vaniteux – meme
s'il la semblait sincere et solide.
Elle avait un ami franc et faineant
qui lui avait choquee, car il l'avait dit
qu'il faillait penser a son chair a soi.

Vigga, elle avait qu'une vie et le droit

Ode to the Children of Sandy Hook Elementary School

I will not have Christmas
this year or any other year
because you came
to our school
and killed me.
Why?

I will never see my mom
this year or any other year
because you came
to our school
and killed me.
Why?

I will never see my dad
this year or any other year
because you came
to our school
and killed me.
Why?

I will never see my brother
this year or any other year
because you came
to our school
and killed me.
Why?

I will never see my sister
this year or any other year
because you came
to our school
and killed me.
Why?

I never will play again
this year or any other year
because you came
to our school
and killed me.
Why?

I will never read again
this year or any other year
because you came
to our school
and killed me.
Why?

I will never watch TV again
this year or any other year
because you came
to our school
and killed me.
Why?

I will not join the little league
this year or any other year
because you came
to our school
and killed me.
Why?

I will never play piano again
this year or any other year
because you came
to our school
and killed me.
Why?

I will never sing again
this year or any other year
because you came
to our school
and killed me.
Why?

I will never enjoy a picnic
this year or any other year
because you came
to our school
and killed me.
Why?

I will never learn anything new
this year or any other year
because you came
to our school
and killed me.
Why?

I will never run in the snow
this year or any other year
because you came
to our school
and killed me.
Why?

I will never walk to the store
this year or any other year
because you came
to our school
and killed me.
Why?

I will never laugh again
this year or any other year
because you came
to our school
and killed me.
Why?

I will never cry again
this year or any other year
because you came
to our school
and killed me.
Why?

I will never meet new friends
this year or any other year
because you came
to our school
and killed me.
Why?

I will never draw pictures
this year or any other year
because you came
to our school
and killed me.
Why?

I will never see the sun again
this year or any other year
because you came
to our school
and killed me.
Why?

Flash-flash back

In the car driving
out of the radio
comes the overture
Wagner's Flying Dutchman
and no longer

in suburbia -
saw with true, trusty
mind molecules
to Melbourne's in urbi
a day in August

In the wintry tide
I saw a friend
for the last time
sensing something
strangely finished.

I went that night
hearing among others
The ship of doom
His demise - the Danish
bitch could not bail out.

In the car driving
out of the radio
came forever tied
in my mind's morsels
The Aussie apparition.

Blank

I am blank
I am zero
I am no one

I am blank
I am sad
I am no hero

i am blank
i am nil
I am

Une perte inapercue

La perte de ma vie villageoise
Me tire au coeur
Pas une haute femme bourgeoise
Le vrai malheur
Ma tendre tension se leve
Surtout -partout
Quand l'endroit de mon reve
Est si loin - c'est fou
On ne choisit pas de sentir
Et pour de pas me mentir
Des fois la vie surement te jette
Un ennemi qui me guette
C'est dans mon ame amoureuse
La douleur reste tenebreuse.

Un aurevoir

Le dernier jour de me promener
ici dans mon village
le dernier temps pour prendre
un verre du cepage
de voir la lumiere belle
le paysage d'eclarage
un dernier moment pour dire
merci aux villageois
car ils ne me disent jamis
que tu ne sois pas chez toi
Par contre l'eau coule
et l'hiver sera longue
pour le temps qu'il vient
surtout je n'y songe
ce-la va passer tres vite
et tellement vif
le village a moi me verra
au moi du mai - siffle!

Another granny story

A grandmother's voice
of yesteryear
came out of the phone
into my ear
I listened, myself,
a grandmother too,
a rehash of our lives
turned red and blue;
red for joy of kids
and their progeny;
blue naturally for
our mutual odyssey -
travels and marriages
lost loves - yearnings -
the call ended with hope
and a lust for learning
more about ourselves
and the thing called life
mourning the world and
politics of strife.
But above all through
the wire came the reminder
of friendship with you,
Sandra, my world is kinder.

Bravo Philippe

Des mots de m. Le Maire
hier soir a la reunion
la derniere cette annee
etaient naturellement pour plaire
aux villageois du quartier.
Sagement il a laisse parler
un monsieur quinquagenaire
posant des questions monetaire
du village et du budget
ses confreres de la mairie
n'aimaient cette idiotie tumulaire
mais encore m.le Maire
etait poli et factuel
et parlait du financement clair
alors qu'un enfant pourrait
le comprendre que la condition cazouline
soit saine et spectaculaire
surtout en ce qui concerne
l'arrestations des chiens et des chattes
notre localite est surtout humanitaire.

Huh??

An experiment in 'fun'
turns out to be cumbersome
I feel like saying done
with a cummerbund
free to try some new
even though you can't chew
all the things in the world
fates to be swirled.

Happening?

A stroll along a country road
just like always in poems
in stories - something happens...
not - yesterday - the walk
was just a stroll.

Beach philo

On the beach the tide was out
but the clouds came over - fast
rain poured - not a soul
on the sand to be seen -
of course beneath
life goes on as usual.

Mes poutres grises

Mes poutres dans la maison francaise
sont grises, claires et epaises
de l'histoire medievale
et je regne ici presque infernale
car je les ai peint pour posteriorite
et la petite n'est pas de la mediocrite.

Cold

Cold on the loft
wish I was a furry one
but I am only me
sneezing
yet I must write this
to feel alive and well
alas I am me
wheezing
The difference between
the temperatures
makes me cold
sqeezing
the heat out: a portable
radiator next to
my tired feet
breezing

Rape in Congo

Rape as a mean to war
systematically
among other places: in Congo
emblematically
makes me throw up.
Radically.

What the hell are
basically
the men thinking?
rationally?

To destroy the future
deliberately
of a country is awful
diabolically.

To what end will
scrupulously
the power hungry go
analytically
to demean women.

Thanks to one man
analytically
Denis Mukwege
scrupulously
a doctor in a true word
angelically
human and an altruist
deliberately
many Congolese women
rationally
survive the wounds
basically
live like pariahs
radically
but with self-respect
emblematically
in spite of having
systematically
their vaginas raped
with everything
violently.

Une ruelle

Une ruelle
aupres d'une maison
porte bonheur
car c'est la raison
d'y rencontrer
les gens du quartier
Elle vaut mieux
d'un bijou du Cartier.

Rules to live by

Beware of the sneaking coldness
in your bones
act boldly to counter iciness
in your soul
warm the body with exercise
in your bed
laugh until you collapse
in your mind
invite friends over
in your home
cook a meal for more than one
in your kitchen
and then you will know
the heat of living

A flower

Kids are like flowers
cactuses
crocruses
dahlias
magnolias
roses
and all other kinds
Daughter of mine
you are all combined.

Une tete de cheval

Sculpteur amie modele
une tete d'un cheval
les narines de l'animal
doivent se montrer fideles.
En taquinant son createur
elle m'envoie par mms
un photos - horreur
mon portable recoit que les sms
mais la technologie moderne
nous sauve vivement
t'en va au l'ordi
tu verras brievement
sur la site de la companie
la photo envoye du nez
dont voila le bec.

Pensee sur un film

Hier soir on a vu
un film Le Bus 768
sur les assauts sexuels
subis par les fenmes
de maintes hommes egyptiens

et tout qu'on a pu
dire sur le soixante-huit
les attitudes criminelles
sont des dilemmes
une femme - propre-a-rien

Les temps ont evalu
les societes beuites
hereusement - virtuelles
un jour sans les maremmes
les hommes deviendront humains.

A non-prayer

A friend is fighting
cancer is the cause
think good thoughts
her way
any way
all the way

A friend is fighting
cancer is the cause
think and think again
her way
any way
all the way

A friend is fighting
cancer is the cause
good sound thoughts
her way
any way
all the way.

for Barbara

A jolly post

If I could be creative
and do want I want
I would write stories
instead of just rant
paint funny pictures
without too much pain
then my life would be
different - I'm saying.
If I could be a bird
or a little bitty fly
I would go with the flow
although once in a while
go against the stream
and follow my mind
instead of placating
to the others - a rhyme.
So end my morning post
from the attic in the house
I gotta get scooting
just like a little mouse.

Confrererie d'histoire

Les confrereries ici
sont des hommes et femmes
carnevalesques
mais
ils croyent encore
de leurs metiers vitaux
pittoresques
et en se rendant la
ou il y a des repas
bucoliresques+
ils donnent ldes couleurs
avec leurs costumes
picaresques
et sans eux les villages
n'auront pas le don
de nos histoires
arabesques.

Flue

The flue
the snot
the cough
the night with no sleep
due to
the flue
the snot
the cough

The flue
the snot
the cough
the days in a daze
due to
the flue
the snot
the cough

Le macon

Attendant mon macon
est nervrant
car c'est lui
qui va faire l'ouverture
de ma maison ancienne.

Le macon est vital
car c'est lui
qui me rendra la lumiere
de l'etages partout
sans faire tomber les murs.

Le macon viendras-tu
pourvu que
tu me faites
un devis raisonable
pour le boulot serieux.

My IT man

My IT man is far away
so when I need help
he will do it per se
one click - yelp
My IT man is so near
and his help is dear!

Nom de noms

Maxine ou Franmax
des prenoms des amis
patgeo ou geopat
encore d'origami
poueva ou evapo
incroyable noms
yvedon ou donyve
jouets des sons.

End of all wars

From Flanders fields
to Verdun
From Sudeten Land
to Berlin
From Korean Peninsular
to Phom Penh
From Tonkin Gulf
to Saigon ....

Too many wars
and that is only in the
last century...

last conflict of man
only
when man becomes extinct!

(Thoughts on 11/11/1918-2012)

Painting

Beams are calling
Paints hauling
from pot to ceiling
my hand miauling!

Le someil

Une nuit encore blanche
sans que je la voulais
maintenant la fatique commence
au lieu de me sentir parfait
ce jour sans borne et plein
je n'en peux plus rien
Mon cerveau est cuit
je crais une autre nuit.

Une aventure de voiture

Ma charmante brave copine
a une nouvelle voiture
c'est une citroen sublime
un soir roulant d'aventure
le bruit de la machine clopine
la courroie au premier dictature
un quart d'heure j'incrimine
sans hesitation comme vomissure:
qu'elle a rate la transmission
et d'ailleurs les phares longs
etait pour elle l'evasion
de trouver le correct bouton
finalement elle arretait la pulsion
le car n'etait plus au ping-pong.

Life giver?

Under the eaves I sit like a bat
thinking of what to do next
I could clean the house
( it needs it done - tomorrow)
I could paint the last beam
but then the light is getting too dark
(you cannot say that either)
so without further ado
this day is like hell
good intentions but
the sun looked so tempting
and the sea sparkled at the beach
that there was no competition
- the lifegiver won - again.

Sunshine

You have been missed
after two dark stark days
your rays makes me smile

coldness and dampness
you eradicate them
at least for today

and that is all that matters.

Halloween all over the world

Facebook's pics of austere Aussie
grandsons in chevalier costumes
tonight I shall look at
little French goblins with gore
and ogres with occult screams
and about 8 hours later
hubby will hand out candy
to prim princesses and wound-up woolfmen
somewhere in ghostly Maryland.
A feast for the undead before
the all holy day of the souls gone.

Hola

Hola - A greeting
Bon Giorno - Bon Jour
Go'd day - Howdy
all around the world
a friendly hello
to encounter
to combat loneliness
to acknowledge your existence
yes, as long as you can say hi
your are alive!

On seeing Gaudi in Barcelona

Gaudi's work of architecture
runs amok and makes gestures
with unusual uses of stones
La Sagrada, Casa Mila - cyclones.
Imaginative "in"fabrications
perambulative peregrinations
Fabulous fine festivitas
Antonio's critical mass.

Guilty?

Lost my marbles
never found them
not responsible
even though sane
terribly sorry
often an excuse
when accused.
----
Guilt - nah
why - it wasn't me
it was my alter ego
and surely
with drugs within me
I was not me.

Un plancher me reste

Il me reste un plancher
a peindre
je ne suis douee
me plaindre
que cela va etre moche
le resultat
je ne suis precoce
mais "realista"

Windblown

Sunny this morn
went to the beach
a hefty wind blew
sat on the sand
semi-sheltered
a free headicure.

Timing haiku

Daily walk awaits
Canigou, viyards on sight
hurry - before five.

Cat on roof

A cat on my roof
is almost a daily torture
it hops around at night
I don't think it right
giving me nightly horror
wish I was aloof.

Bondage

Fifty Shades of Grey
a "hot" book
turns many on
intellectually (ahem)
and sexually -
would I like to read
the others in the triology?
Yes and no
so if I happen
upon the other two
ok, but.... needing release
Marquis de Sade
has not lived in vain
but I fear that
only the intellect will
understand - my body never would.

La liste

La liste de mes desirs
un livre que j'ai lu
est-ce que je pourrais
faire moi-meme - du
temps donne - mes plaisirs.

De revoir mes petits-enfants
si si loin de moi
d'embrasser mes chers
rever de toi
cela serait mirobolant.

Vivre dans mon village
de boire du bon vin
c'est trop demander?
Embrasser tout enfin
la mort - les nuages?

Des activitees autumnales

Mon village en automne
eblouit des activitees
grandes et petites
de formations d'artistes
et du corps - oui
c'est un noeud des fruits
d'activitees humaines
et aussi des barvardages.

Cauldron bubble?

Last night in my kitchen
endorphins' flying high
two people met over dinner
hopes of love - sigh!

To see two souls try
to combat language and more
was a study in humanity
from the first to yore.

Whether the cooking
will work its magic
we will one day know
the parts were surely classic.

Mirror on the wall

Sitting at my tiny dressing table
seeing me in the mirror
wow this morning I look sensational
hair muzzled to go to a disco
wrinkles gone completely
---
only until I put on my glsses
then I stick my tongue out
and make a grimace...

La pauvre liberte

Les rebelles me fascinent
les vieux qui ont ecrit
avec leurs coeurs sanglants
en battant pour la liberte
des mots et du peuple -
souvent donnant leur vies.

Les fanatiques n'ont rien
avec les combattants d'autrefois.
Helas, la liberte vivante
reste souvent inoxydable
surtout pour la fraternite
de la pensee du penombre.

Les ayatollahs qui vont
supprimer l'egalite des femmes
sont a regurgiter et a rejeter.
Dans le nom de la religion
la liberte sera supprimer
ejecter et regurgiter.

La pauvre liberte

Un diner imprevu

Deux femmes dans une cuisine
discutent leurs vies et leurs hommes -
une bouteille - meme deux se vident
et en faisant une entre facile
les filles mastiquient le diner
improvise et imprevu.
Les bougies allument et eclarent
les murs et le plafond.

Regrets

La polyphonie opaque
des voix sensibles
ne sert a rien
dans la politique.
Il faut avoir
malgre tout
une articulation
authentique
pour qu'elle soit
entendue - helas
le meilleur acteur
gagnera la vote
de la plebe.
Et les poetes
peuvent uniquement
lamenter la rarete
du rendement.

Silencio

Under the eaves
sitting listening
to the sounds
of the village
and the house
it is very quiet
only the sqeeks
of a breaking car
reach me -
silence to think
can be scary.

Hhumanite

Hommage a l'humanite
avec l'atrocite d'autrui
sera pour toujours
une insonorisation
a l'abri de ideologie.

Les vagues vagues

sur le sable mouille
j'ai ecrit des mots
la vie d'ici
jusqu'a la seconde
prochaine
les vagues deferlantes
ecrasent - deracinent
mes termes -
a la fin - dans le vent
n'importe expression
reste une memoire
- et moi
j'ai regarde la mer
ensoleilee et ensorcelee