My view

Leaving for a few days
almost everything I need is here
and the view from my window!
I see the mist in the morn
stare at fields of grapes midday
gape at the woods in the afternoon
wonder at the mountain at dussk
and at night lights from few villages.
I return - it will still be
although my views may have changed.

La canicule

La canicule : un mot feminin
comme les femmes a la menopause
la chaleur d'un corps concubin
on l'aime bien
mais elle : ayant cause
devient un etre malin.

Voltaire retrouve

Retrouvant encore Voltaire
l'athee fait surement plaire
avec son cynisme et son esprit
je me mets a son abri.

Poeme parlant

Une vie en repas pour des amis -
la nourriture est l'amour de ses proches?

la convivialite donne des beaux
moments

rapprochez-vous
on va essayer de s'entrendre.

Au lieu de faire la guerre
ou l'amour
peut-etre - le temps
qui nous a laisse -
fais fourner les gens
que tu connais et ta famille.

L'etranger - pas plus

L'etranger photographe
aupres de ma maison -
en train de prendre
des photos de notre murs
etranges et beaux -
l'invitation a cafe
parlant trois
langues -
on se comprenait
tres bien
on a passe ici
un bon moment
l'etranger et moi
-
le monde est devenu
plus petit.

Le jour le plus long

Le jour le plus long de l'annee
est pour moi le plus court
car j'ai tant des trucs a faire
et pourtant...
Reveille 6:47
un dimanche 2015
Pris mon Cafe et mange mon yaourt
et avale mes cachettes.
Monte pour me soigner
et m'habiller
sorti pour prendre le pain
et seulement un croissant
que je me permet le dimanche
et ensuite mon journal
Revenu
un autre cafe
j'ai nettoye le poulet
que j'ai mis au four
tres tot d'ailleurs
mais il est grand.
Maintenant assie sur ma chaise
en tappant le clavier d'ordi.
Je vais recevoir des amis
a midi
- et eux ils ont seulement deux heures
alors tout doit etre pret.
C'est une description ennuyeuse
agacante et stupide,
mais c'est un jour commence.
et pour les lecteurs trop
----
embetant.

Blank - blah

Blank verse
blank page
blank
Blank time
blank view
Blank

Time - Louis MacNeice (still remember that poem from highschool - Meeting Point

Along came the time
and it went and went
it never stopped
it just continued
Though acceleration
physically can make time
go slower
like - Einstein's
theory -
Fine for the mathematicians
and the physicists,
but
it goes and goes until
you stop going with it.
Time can slow down
and you can live intensely
for a moment -
and you will remember
the instant better than
the gray conundrum of
everyday.

Vignes - haiku

Meridionales
vignes de franc cepages
contournent l'endroit.

Adalais encore

Adalais de Cazouls
j'entends me parler
de loin
des centennies
envers les clochers
qui sonnent chaque matin
tu me taquines
car je voudrais
si bien savoir
de ta vie.
Mais si je regarde
la mienne
est-ce-que c'est si
differente
que la tienne?
Une femme avec des
enfants - deux maris?
Tu as eu beaucoup
de responsabilite
pour ton village
moi je y vie
de temps en temps.

La musique de la Renaissance

Obstinant chant
de la Renaissance
reveillant les tons
polyphoniques
mais dans notre endroit
les notes n'etait pas
surprenantes
mes oreilles n'ont
vraiment pas aime
le choeur chantant
-
mon coeur - par contre
revait d'autre tons
et j'ai percu
le qualite en rond.

Au tambours!

Sous la pluie en determinant
sa route divergante
la fille-dame se demande
pourquoi la vie donne
des choses choquantes
sans prealable - sous l'ouragan -
on entend
sans vraiment attendant
des faits diverses
et ce qui suit
- un grand averse
Le temps pleure
des gens meurent
et moi je deviens combattant
jusqu'au le jour
- au tambours!

Eluard et son abcedaire surprenant

A:
une lettre d’abbatoire – au debut il faut que les mouches y vivent – surtout bien

B:
Baignade en sang pur

C:
Ceinture de centaure – le fouet de la chauve-sourie vetue en St Laurent

D:
Domanatrix dommage que la vie ne rend pas des cordes musicaux!

E.
Eventail ejaculaire- Evenement absolu

F
Feroche fenouil alonge d’une pente d’hivernale
G
Garantuesque petit home sale et benin
H
Hache sur l’hanche d’une femme enrage.
I
Isolda isolee.
J
Junoesque jardinière en train de herboriser ses heros
K
Klaxonner pour une kleptomane ; malheureusement pas reussie.
L
Loufoque Languedocienne regardant sa montagne
M
Mort – une minute moins
N
Naufragee navree -restant avec peu d’espoir
O
Opportuniste d’une oppulene elegante sans trop de chance
P
Pretentieux provocateur en souriant
Q
Quelquefois - quelque part
R
Rigoureux roman-fleuve sans fin sans contenu!
S
Sombre soir – il faut se cacher
T
La Tentation de St. Augustin – sans qu’il s’en voulait
U
Union universelle – on peut y rever mais c’est futile.
V
Version – moi
W
Wagon lit de l’enfance – des voitures pour Auswitz
X
Xenophobe de Xeres alimente depuis son enfance de la haine
Y
Le yucca au bord d’un desert pres d’une avion abimee
Z
La zizanie du zoo.

Dans ma callebasse

J'entends les bruits de mes voisins
dans notre petite ruelle
cela se passe chanque matin.
En haut dans ma callebasse
j'imagine qu'ils font
des choses journalieres
leurs chien aboie
l'enfant parle avec
sa mere et elle lui repond.
Etourdie
je me rapelle quand j'etais
seule avec mon gamin
dans mon petit monde
d'autrefois
et la vie tourne en rond.

Lundi pensees!

mais tout un coup
je ne me sens pas a flot
est-ce-que ce sont
des medicaments a dormir?
Est-ce-que c'est ma mauvaise
conscience de ne pas etre
en Australie avec mes petits?
Est-ce-que je suis au millieu
d'un lac sans que je puisse me
debrouiller - nager?
It faut que je sache
au fond de mon ame
--


dans le cafe sur ma table
il y a des vagues quand je tape sur le clavier
peut-etre je dois prendre
cette image et mettre un pas
apres l'autre et la vie va se rectifier
sans que je fasse rien.

Les poetes avant moi

Poesiment
comme Eluard
je n'ecris pas comme celui
Poliment pas
comme Rimbaud
Impossible d'ecrire
parce ce que c'est
deja fait -
Verlaine, Proust
les autres poetes
qui sont venus
avant mes petites pensees
je me resigne a
les faires
---
poetiquement.

Des nefles

Les petits jaunes "pommes"
sucrees et succulents
symbolisent les etes
passees.
Aujourd'hui je vais
ramasser mon temps ici.

Rene Lautard

Un homme de la terre
à Cazouls-lés-Bèziers
passionné par l'antiquité
vigneron aussi
aimant faire
le vin romain
cherchant surtout
avec les Testas de Geis
les étés passés - avec Adelaïs
dans la salle du patrimoine
une mémoire vivante du village
un vrai personnage
René Lautard - il était.
On ne l'oubliera jamais.

NRA

Guns are us
Says NRA
Children need them
So they can defend themselves
Tell that to a mother
Who lost her child
To a shooting "accident"
Unreported deaths of kids
Tell a different story
Numbers will
Be fudged
But NRA says we all need
good Useless Nothings

Entretemps

Entretemps
mes mains
brulent
pour avoir
quelque choses
a faire
mais quoi -
de la broderie
du tricotage
ou lieu
de faire
le menage.

Drolatre

En retounant
d'un voyage
d'une vie apart
ailleurs
je commence
a reveiller
d'un autre sens.
Je suis dualiste
et je ne sais
si je suis
realiste ou
une reveuse.
Drole sorte de vie.

Travel thoguhts

here in the now
i sit quietly
in a corrner
of the airport
contemplating
that my mind is blurry
can barely keep awake
only two very strong
thimbles of
Caffeine
Reheat my body
but not my soul.

Another abz trial

Arts are
Bare
Creations
Daunting
Epiphanies
For
Greatness
Hellbent
In their own
Jocular veins.
Klutzes
Like
Me
Never would be able to create.
Only
People with inborn
Qualities
Really
Star
To the max.
Unequi
Vocally admiring
With
eXilation
You
Zilch me

The color of gray

Riots in Bomore
Due to police
Handling
At fault - yes
At risk - yes
In danger - yes
Whose fault?
The whites
The blacks
The reds
The yellows
The greens

The gray
Areas
Poverty
Anger
Lack of education
You fill in the rest
Of the poem

Moving thoughts

We moved away
due to needing
reduced space

nobody needs anything
but a few items
-
and we have gazillions
-
in time we hope to
reduce the things
-
we will become
specs anyway
- so what does it all
matter?

What color is Sunday?

Sunday painting
in the new to us condo
somehow I got white all
over my hands
and more silver streak
in my hair
I even managed to
get paint on the wall -
alas, it did not cover
so tomorrow is another
coloring day.

Rt 40 at Starbucks

On a Sunday afternoon
Displaced
The house for sale
Looking out
On a sunny Route 40
Hoping that
Our Home will leave
The hands who
Cared for it for years.

Oh my math

Math is sure not my thing
It has an ominous tomb like ring
I don't want to do it
No way I shall prove it
And calc makes my poor stomach wring.

A nice limerick

There once was a lady from a city
she was not beautiful - but witty
she danced and swirled
a lady of the world
singing a naughty ditty.

Dichotomy

on a snowy day
the outside world
fights hates rapes
mutilates kills -
my inner sphere
is calm

Valerie

Died too early
in your sleep.
At one point in our lives
we were closer.

Today I went back -
an inkling
seeing some familiar faces
if only for a flash.

Your spirit converged
twenty some years
of PTA and playmates -
soul buddies and all.

Religion gone awry

Religion of a certain kind
creates havoc -
controls weak souls -
waves power
and tempts ultimate
domination freaks
- dangerous combo -
in a social setting
where the frail seeks
instant gratification
helped by modern media
and ancient sectarian men.

Mask

Masking the mummy's mask
is that the real me?
Wearing a sheer veil
is surely a way
to conceal terrified traits.
Camouflaging the funny face
cloaks my innermost thoughts
hiding them behind
a guise of utmost weariness
or a uncut happiness -
knowing the venerable veneer
will fool anyone and everyone
to the point of
this cheerless clown
laughing lugubriously
at the world and herself.

Bear within

Russian desire for Ukraine
nothing new
the bread basket of yore
still desirable
the czar's name irrelevant
Pjotr, Paul or Putin
Alas we will never learn
that men are powerful
warmongers
that men with little dicks
play Russian roulette
with fates of so many.

Eternal laments

Not sleeping is now painful
My brain is getting ffuzzier
Saying what I want is not comprehensible
And my mood swing totally out of whack
All I want is to sleep
And I cannot.

A birth

Giving birth to a poem
can be hard labor
creating it is fun
intense pains of
getting it on paper
requires an ovum
of foolish ingenuity
combined with hard
nosed boisterousness
a virgin ambiguity
a Fallopian phloem.

IA

Une belle dame avec merci
le cancer l'a tourmentee
pendant plus d'une annee
une femme a ete engourdie
par son esprit
nous etourdis - elle est la vie
et l'existance de son mari.

Ia une femme forte est sortie.
Sa famille, ses amis en deuil
un ame - imaginez - un glaïeul
dans les delais impartis
avec des fleurs
en pleine forme - elle est vivante
une reine embrassante.

Elle est privee et gentille
elle aide ses proches
souvent dans sa sacoche
elle apportait des choses utiles
avec un sourire
aimant la vie et la solitude
un etre de mansuetude.

Vive une femme
une amie
un etre formidable.

Understanding - post 1/7/15

Satire - political and otherwise
is as old as humanity -
to be killed as French fries
is totally evil insanity.
Humor mars religious bigotry
hencemen found profanity
in drawings - bestiality!
Understanding hatred dies
humor and love flies high
when accepting gentility
irony's funny compromise.

Charlie Hebdo - for the victims

A world without humor
is not worth a dime
religious hatred is
just a sad pantomime!

faraway granny

Photos of children from afar
Make them seem more real
my mother's conundrum
when she saw my offspring
was of the same caliber
As when I see my grandkids
they are alive and growing.
in my brain they live
their own existence
imaginary and real

what is reality other than
a true phantasy of
being part of their lives

Socks

Socks under the tree
For everyone to own
To keep toes warm
Is my treat this year
Dumbledore's dictum
'You can never have
Too many socks' I live by
Maybe some recipients
These will regret to which
I'll say 'Oh Shucks'.

A Holiday celebration

Coming soon the day of feast
cutting up three ducks or two geese -
help I have to cook them first
before the guests will die of thirst
and hunger oh no here I go
a Seussian poem of sorts
crazy little gifts of naught
but as long as the idea
of a holiday without fear
enters everybody's mind
my feat will be just fine.

To Malala

Education is everything everywhere
and with education comes peace
piece by piece brick by brick
will education bring all kinds
of openness and curiosity
towards your fellow human beings
this is your hope and mine too
it should be everybody's wish
accepting differences and diversity
however all the buzz words are for naught
if we do not start with our own
and surely educating people of
not using guns but schools is
too scary for the backers of wars.
Lots of money go into education
the rewards are slow in coming
whereas the warmongers and sellers
of the finest weaponry get instant
gratification - forgetting
that education built the guns.
If guns could build education
would that not be something to strive for
instead of war and heinous strives?

10 minutes

Ten minute- poem today
it is all I've got
what if it was all the
time I had left, what to do, but
to text my loved ones
and tell them -
I love you
I tried to do the best
I could and you will stay
with me for another 7 minutes
after which I shall stop
to exist
sadly we rarely get that
change at the end
so before I go
I just say thanks
and l o v

Inondations

Inondations dans mon village
beaucoup de la plue - quel menage
et a l'interieur de mon ame
les gouttes de larme
toujours en moi ils restent
sans qu'ils s'assechent.

November comings and goings

November comings
daughter's birth
Thanksgiving's feasts
wintry weather
starts.

November goings
another month gone
Turkey carcasses out
darkness and December's
there.

Morality

Morality is for the high horsey ones
if you point fingers
you are the one on the line.

Technology

Technology is
overtaking the mind
of everybody -
so the has-to-have
is more
than ever before
creating a need
forgetting
that it is just
a tool - nothing else
---

des prix litteraires

Prix Goncourt et prix Renaudot
sont deux couronnes
pour des auteurs
sur le continent de mon ame
helas, j'arrive pas a les
recevoir
car je n'ai rien ecrit.
mes prix sont vivants
Cela n'est pas a mepriser
Non plus.

True to the mirror

Pictures at an exhibition
of naked older women
described in a zine;
in olden days
you would have named them 'Old"
but today their age is
'the median'.
The many maidens had much
hanging not
truly strutting their tits
or their thighs wrinkling
blinking against the
timeless hours of
using and abusing their bodies.
Refreshingly unbrushed
reality mirrored-
of course regretting
the closeness of death...
Ah - to be young again
with all the knowledge
my body has absorbed
but then my wrinkles
would have been in vain.

in the cloud

memory a long time ago
went away to the iclouds
can I get it back?
only if I remember the
i-password
ah how different mi world is
compared to that of my mother's

accidental haiku

outside my window
the mower guys run and cut
the neighbors' green lawn

Broken

Again I broke my wrist
dancing with the dog twist
osteoporosis
it is not cartharsis.

Village - ou es-tu?

Ou es-tu
mon village
loin de moi
si proche dans
mon cerveau
embrouille ennervee
et ma sante souffre
quand je me promene
entre les maisons
anciennes
mes bons endorphins
sont vivants
ici sur l'autre cote
de l'Atlantique
je suis en train
d'atrophier.
Une solution?
pas pour
longtemps.....

Loin

Loin de rien
des reves lointains
nul
nul
nul
Loin de rien
des reves proches
alas
alas
alas
des reves sont
....

Soixante-six

Le requiem de Mozart
est dans mes oreilles
et c'est magnifique
le jour de ma naissance
cette musique restera
avec moi - outre tombe.

On the eve of a vote

Oh hail Scotland
Where will you be heading?
To your independence
or to your adherence?
on a dark night over the moor
down in the glens
Fairies dance their
freedom reel in tandem
with the splash
from the elusive elves.
on this night yards
of whiskey will be
drowned or drunk
depending upon
whose views will win.
know only this
Wonks and think tanks
will debate for eons.
And this non voter
But cosmopolitan with
the right to bear
a tartan of your clansmen
is wildly intrigued.
After three hundred years
You get a choice.
Democracy is definitely
daring and daunting.
Question is My Bonnie
do you fare or rest?

Dans un vieux fauteuil

un autre cote loin de mon reve
j'entend Puccini's Madama Butterfly
L'histoire de la Japonaise
me calme drolement - la vie
l'amour - une ephemere
rien ne peut jamais rester
et le vieux docteur Faust
avait fait avec le diable un "deal"
incontournable pour lui -
le moment n'est plus la
- l'amour d'un reve -
phantasme et une femme
est en train de crever
a l'interieur - sauf
a l'exterieur on ne peut
rien voir...
dans un vieux fauteuil.

Polyvalent

Polyvalent - dans l'esprit
j'aurais aime d'etre
mais il me semble qu'en
train de vieillir
ce n'est pas possible -
sauf dans mes reves
et la dedans - eux - ils me
donnent toutes les possibilites
d'etre un etre -
pas monotone
mais polychrome!

La cuisine et yelp

La cuisine est comme un boucle
elle a une ambiance creante
la bouche et la souche et le nez
avec les yeux cherchants
le repas parfait
et quand le resultat est celui
d'un reve presque sensuel
le faim sera suprime vivement
en moi en buvant le - lait
de nature symbolisant
la nouriture - du cerveau
et du ventre de Zola
decrivant les gens d'autrefois
et auourd'hui eux ils
s'expriment sur yelp
en disant que tel ou l'autre
establissement est bon ou pas
et voila le boucle est fait.

L'etre et le neant

L'etre et le neant
des qu'on est ne
on vit
des qu'on meurt
....
on n'existe plus
l'ame vivant contre
l'ame mort
....

Ensuite la mort
est naturelle
pour toute les choses
et les causes
....

Pourquoi est-ce que
l'etres vivants
n'accepent pas
la mort? (sauf
en theorie)
....

Suivre sa vie
en acceptant sa mort
est pour une personne
trop de neant
....

Voila pourquoi
les hommes s'invite
des religions
des pierres
pour dire qu'un jour
quand ils ne sont pas la
il reste quelques choses
des idees ou
des monuments
....

Nous les poetes
decrivent avec des mots
simples ou compliques
pour ne pas etre oublies
.....

quelles funebres futilitess!
Quand est-ce-qu'on sait
vraiment s'il y a quelqu'un
qui lit des mots
des idees ou des monument
que la mort efface tout
l'etre et le neant

Internationale

Mon homme danois est en train
d'installer un nouvel ordi
d'une amie suisse en
allemand avec les touches francais
Vive l'internationale!

A question of many

In Antiquity - in Rome
Cicero spoke wise words
In the Middle Ages
Leonardo painted and created
another world - perhaps
with the help of the Chinese
In the period of Enlightenment
men were wise and formed
a new concept based on
Ancient worlds -
Einstein discovered how
the world may have been
screwed together
why can we not head
some of these
not unscrew the whole shebang?

Helas encore

En revenant des faits passes
je decouvre que je suis
encore enrangee
et je me demande pourquoi
Tout est termine
mais il y reste des blessures
et c'est pour cela j'ai crie.

Momentarily

Everything can be done
momentarily
but not everything should be done
momentarily
A mountain of events
could momentarily
go bust
in a moment
and yet momentarily
it could happen
and that would
be historically
monumentally
essential
so when you decide
to do something momentarily
remember
that the movements
of the wings of the butterflies
in Mexico or elsewhere
will momentarily
affect everyone
momentarily.

D'etre present

Solitaire dans la maison
proche de moi
le moyen age m'embrasse
pas d'effroi.

Entre les pres et l'air
je me promene
si c'etait l'antiquite
tout s'evene.

Seul d'etre present
dans le moment
va sauver mon ame
en l'humectant.

Hail Friends

Hail storm of 15 minutes
nothing remains the same
when you discover
the dreadful damage
you also realize
who are your real friends.

(To Margaret and Tony)

Tale delerium

de
som snakker fornuft
som jeg kan forstaa
er interessante
men der er ogsaa dem
som aevler hele tiden
for at dominere -
politikere og andre
smaa folk
men alligevel finder
man af og til guldkorn
selvom det ikke er ofte
hos dem

jeg lytter
og filosoferer over
hvordan jeg kan lade mig
dominere af nulliteter
(ja jeg er doemmende)
men hvordan kan jeg andet
naar svadaen overvaelder mig.

Det er skraemmende og det
er saadan Hitler kom frem.

Two items

Reading le Monde
about the West versus the East
two items strike me.
The renaissance and
the respect for the individual.
Everything else
does not matter.

Remembrance

Childhood somewhere north
memories brought forth
during a week's holiday

Girlfriend is my sister
the best I could wish for
the view: a sound of sea

We heard jazz and saw sun
with her brother - just fun
just what I dreamt of

A Monday in town - jazz
discussed life's razzmatazz
two fates without sex

A mild day a mature woman
new abode and talk to bosom
ending at a museum

Wild meeting in town at noon
lunch and chat - balloons
flying - moving along

Dinner that night two fates
a birthday's dinner with updates
walking on the beach

A new old town - picked up
two friends - not dixie cups
a sure memory lane drive

Later that night fun newbies
shown their abode - a true ruby
chat chat half the night

Return to girlfriend - biked
around the old place - hiked
up her father and family

A Saturday in jazz again
that ended in pouring rain
but we heard the music

Sunday now so quiet and gray
it will be my final full day
in the old memory lane

Still I shall meet another lady
middle years uncovered shaky
under the sky in clouds

Tomorrow I shall return to where
my choice is - a new life - aware
the jump has been made.

Touch lady

I know a lady
who is battling
fighting
and is a tough broad
with a smile
she takes on
cancer!
If ever I get
that friggin' disease
she will be my
lode star.

To Ia

weirdy wordy

drool
cool
wool
awol
which
word
do not
belong?
spool
school
jule
ach-
no more
a la
the famous
Dreisel
and yet
snook a cook
jump a brook
end of
story!

Mort d'une memoire

C'est drole
comme fonctionne le cerveau
je n'arrive pas
a trouver dans ma memoire
pourtant je sais que
je l'avais ecrit
sans que je le notais!

Morning thoughts

A lazy morning on the loft
looking out on the vineyards
my mountain in the distance
lies in a hazy breeze
and with my myopic eyes
everything seems well
but inside some houses
there are strange going-ons
some molest their children
others spit control
over spouse and bicker
bitterly in the beauty around
sordid crummy abodes
with nothing but squalor
outside the suns beckons
another day is here -
I sit in peace up herye
knowing fully that I
am a lucky bastard in my
solitude - away from it all.

Enfants de la guerre

Aujourd'hui en me promenant
j'ai recontre quelqu'un
qui m'a parle d'un photo
d'un enfant de la guerre 14.
Et aujurd'hui il y a des enfants
qui se battent chaque jours
comme des hommes defendant
quelque chose inutile
ou les terres de leurs peres.
Je hais la guerre normalement
tout a fait d'idiotie
mais des fois j'avoue necessaire
mais jamais avec des enfants
qui ont droit d'innocence
des rires fous et de la tendresse
ils n'ont pas besoin
d'etre vieux avant d'avoir vecu
et avoir les yeux de savoir
faire ... la - guerre!

Paper

Paper versus the cloud
is not to be sneezed at
the cloud remains in the sky
and parchment and the pulp
can last hundreds of years
so my choice will still be
paper - and alas here I write
in the sky azure blue.

Proust me hante

Un moment proustien
ce matin - en buvant
du lait semi-ecrime.
J'avais six ans
a Cap d'Ail - et la mer
reste eblouissant
une premiere fois
que j'avais avale
ce liquide epais.

Too much - too little

Too much wine
too much food
not enough self-discipline
too little water
too little fruit
I go on a French "regime".

Fifi

Je suis frustree
car mon ordi joli
n'aime pas corresponder
avec le petit wifi
de 2 g d'orange
et cela me donne
des complications
assez stupide - fifi.

Hjemme

En aabning i ens tidsforloeb
til en svunden sfaere
langt fra hvor jeg var baaren
udover viddenernes straekning

der har jeg hjemme

et sted hvor musikkkens gloed
spiller i maaneskin
aprikosens blodroede side
viser vejen - ad hvilken

jeg har hjemme der

at finde sin skaebne og
opdage at den var en anden
kan betyde to ting
et vejkryds eller en rundkoersel

jeg har der hjemme

une pensee a l'abri

Ici ce petit village
dans les grands nuages
aupres de la plage
sans trop de plumage
il me reste encore
un ete ou plus j'implore
la vie que j'adore
ou bien c'est fini.

A trip - a travail - complaint - no poem

Not a trip to Hawaii
that's for newly weds -
but a trip to Paris
from DC to Reykjavik
and then to Oslo finally
landing six hours later
than anticipated
I am completely dead!
All I had to do was wait
and grin and bear
that's tiring!

Azalea garden revisited

often on Mum's day
a request to revisit
Azalea gardens
a cornucopia - red and white
breath taking views
of nature's gift -
alas being outside
donates me a sniffle
or stronger -
the memory remains
forever in my mind's eye
- just needs a refresher
once in a while
- outside too.

May fever??

Sunday morning in May
sunshine
flowers blossoming
breezes
beautiful hay fevers
fairies
around the Maypole
exception
mayhap the dancing
waltzes
just over the haywire!

Morning frustrations

Crossword puzzle in the morning
sharpens your wit
if only I could get the clues
in just a little bit.
Most days are okay for the ups
often for the downs
but if it's a tv show or series
blank the unknowns.

gardening haiku

winter's vexation
on garden in a suburb
yard work is of verve

At kunne naar man skal

At kunne naar naturen kalder
er det vigttigste for en
ellers kan det jo vaere
at maven bliver en sten
eller endnu vaerre er det
at man kan eksplodere
ak, nu kan mit lille digt
kun saadan implodere.

Tanke paa Piet Hein

Describing an old clock

It runs around in place
counting the fates
it doesn't care where
it is at nine today
its people though
will be in time's woe
and they will swear
an hour less to decay.

Poetic license?

Zero in zero out
That's how we do it.
Sometimes your attention
is there but not here
and vice versa.

Attention getting
is not the same
as not getting
totally intense
heedfulness.

Again whether or
not I am concentrated
and giving this poem
my full reflection
the mind is elsewhere.

Haiku with a morale

fake promises shall
not entice you to a man
but gentleness will

Joel remembered

Aussie friend long gone
in April you stay always
in my soul - due to daffodils.

April sad haiku

dead roses in vase
in the corner of my room
must be thrown away

To Vlad

Hello President Putin
you shouldn't be shootin'
at the poor Ukrainians
with your shenanigans.
Show the world that
Russians are getting fat
from the money you spend
on them - like a friend.
No soldiers and weapons
and the usual aggression.
Attempt with the good
surprising the 'hood.
It has never been done -
stop firing the guns.

Doggie Easter sonnet

My dog lies on the parquet floor
she dreams about the clucking ducks
this morn walking out of the door
she wanted to hunt - ah oh schucks.
Her master would not let her run
and now she is ever so sad
a hunter - not a honey bun
born on the streets she was mossad.

Her days of leisure passes fast
once in a blue moon she wakes up
and mourns her freedom in her past
but since then food is in her cup -
though if she gets a chance at last
she hunts a bunny - for her sup'.

Am I?

Some are lucky
some are not
I am fortunate
in one sense
but I am
fuckingly frustrated.

Some are hot
some are not
I am happy
in one sense
but I am
mockingly messed up.

Some are with it
some are not
I am flourishing
in one sense
but I am
unluckily ungratified.

dog and bone

Doggie gets bone
bone gets eaten
dog defends bone
bone gets chewed
dog eats her bone
totally to a t.

Was ist ein Leben?

Leider gibt es keine Ubersetzung
eines Lebens - nur Fragen.
Wenn man sie beanwortet
findet man keine wirkliche Wahrheit
nur die Zeit wird schauen
dass viele Moglichkeiten gaben
und die Historiker mussen
zwischen alle den Ursachen suchen
and sie sind alle falsch oder richtig.

Yahya Hassan

having read a young poet's scream
I admit defeat (almost);
each human being has his or her
own battles,
so a granny's life is not
young fugitive's
and a forty year old paraplegic
has another perspective -
we are all alive
trying to cope
with violence disease mayhem
it strikes me
the true novels are the ones
where the heroine dies at the end
because we all do.

A tree felled in my yard

Nature felled its own
but some of them grow for
more than a thousand years -
if only they could talk
and bear witness to
the foibles of nature.
All gone are four trees
one fell on its own
the other three trees
were not too healthy
so their owner decided
their fate - will I be
my own master when I die?

Fuck off winter

O'er the hedge of sprightly red
bloom azaleas in April-May
so I should jump for joy
when finally Spring comes
but before it arrives
when I feel angry or
furious it is okay to swear
so fuck the winter -
there it felt good.