Dreary day

Death becomes this day
you are dreary and not fay
you drip and you drop
and if that isn't enough
you show no sun - no fluff
soon you will be done
Moira will have her fun.
Just like a castaway
a butt in an ashtray.

alas

Alas son of mine
cannot protect you
from people.
they  are tired
worn and weary
and if you want to
arrive with family plus
in tow
they hide instead
of being upfront
saying nothing
Instead of answering
directly
You ask me to fight.
I am old too.

Woman card NOW

Today in politics there is
a new curse: woman card:
wow:

 I got deeply offended
and for once I did en-
dow

The one candidate
a smart and proven
frau.

Even though no vote
is possible for me
bow

ing humbly to a man -?
Nevermore and NO kow-
tow.

Vive vitement

Des mots difficiles
Les expressions d'amour
car c'est tout les jours
qu'on a en besoin
de renforcement
surtout pas demain
car c'est le temps
qui si vite  coule
la vie qui roule
l'existence est labile.

Glass half empty

In another minute

my age has changed

I scream 

nothing I can do

In another second 

a child has died

Her mother  cries

nothing she can do

In another moment

a war is fought

People die

nothing anyone can do.

In another bit

the pollution grows

The Earth withers

nothing anyone can do.

Questions

Qui

A qui

Minuit

que

A quoi

Quand

dans

un jour

ou

dans les arbres

et le vent

Je 

cherche

Partout

Et trouve

Peut-etre?

No poem today

Did not want to write a poem
tonight
don't feel like it at all
in flight
of words and words
and slights
That's why no poetry
in sight.

Did not want to write a poem
today
I don't know why
so hey
the expressions haunt
and say
to this humble person
hurray.

Jumped in !

A weird feeling grabs my brain
of something coming - in vain
I search for reasons why
I do not have a pineal eye
knowing  it just in my bones
that a storm will come - moans -
Let's hope that I am wrong
to the day of my swan song.
Give me a few more years!
Seized - oops  the Faustian spheres.

Bardy Bard

A bairn in Avon was born
400 years for scorn
midnight ghosts and morns
laughter tears and hate
comedies - Lucrece's rape
secret finagling dates
beauty in lovely poetry
mocking for sure idolatry
was all he did notably
theater language - his lard
the scene a dark courtyard
hat off  :my bardy bard.

Skypie- yipii

J'ai une ami ailleurs
avec qui je ne parle pas souvent
mais des qu'on skype
c'est extremement evident
qu'on est de l'equipe
et on s'amuse  en rigolant
meme en haut parleur.

My messy desk - not really a poem

My messy desk is my sign of life
I do not mess with yours
thence my life is not thine
nor is yours ever mine.
Each person has a desk
whether it's real or not
a homeless carries hers along
a millionaire has a grand one.
Knowingly I smile at my mess
my little one is for my rest.

Inspired by a youthful play

New York and youthful wildness
Beguiled the stage tonight
But were I young again
Would I have then been
A knowing worldly thing?
In a zoological realm
Surviving a stage of life
Is all that matters
Without too many sores
Purposely or by luck
-wiser -  hey I can jump.

To the bard

Foul expression - your delight
Fun extraction - power's might
comedy's humane insights
Grin and bear of human plight
New words we still employ
400 year after and enjoy
Your plays and poems destroy
And inspire the ideas' alloy
The tragedies still play out
In yesterday's twist and shout
Handing on  a tray our lout
Of stupidity vanity and flout
 No true sonnet Will my hero
Death of quatrains in vitro.

A goal

To this day
poems fly
out of my addled brain cells
will my fingers continue
to create
destroy
embrace
the joys
of words and thoughts
unto the tempting keyboard
to the day
I'll die?

Epicure vive!

Un beau jour de se reveiller
apres tout - encore vivante
apart -des choses aberrantes
une surprise - un grand ballet
de Moscou ici  au cinema
un beau et parfait diorama
ou la vie est suspendue
a un moment detendu.

Friday's hateful job

I hate cleaning house
don't like a single mouse
therefore I must dust
wherefore I will wax
Bite the bullet- lady
shades no more hazy.

Angelus Novus

Klee's New Angel

Free in air

not paradise 

not hell

transgendering the space

the hands turning 

towards the body 

or backward 

humans should

be careful

what they wish for

history

is progress

as Benjamin said

transcending

in the mirror 

you see the light

alas too late

Now Klee's Angel

is old and tired?

Inspired by Paul Klee's Angelus Novus and Walter Benjamins comment:

From wikipedia:
In his ninth thesis in the essay “Theses on the Philosophy of History,” Walter Benjamin, who owned the print for many years, describes:

A Klee painting named Angelus Novus shows an angel looking as though he is about to move away from something he is fixedly contemplating. His eyes are staring, his mouth is open, his wings are spread. This is how one pictures the angel of history. His face is turned toward the past. Where we perceive a chain of events, he sees one single catastrophe which keeps piling wreckage upon wreckage and hurls it in front of his feet. The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing from Paradise; it has got caught in his wings with such violence that the angel can no longer close them. The storm irresistibly propels him into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grows skyward. This storm is what we call progress.^[1] 

Feet down

My feet tingle and swell\
they do not feel well
I could be more  healthy
then I would be wealthy
So one day - stop I
my  feet  and the rest die.

Aussie friend in memoriam

Every year on April 2.
I take a moment to remember
A man I met in Cambridge

He was a great guy
a poet a journalist a dreamer
just like me

Soul mates for sure
but to live with the same kind
seemed impossible

Fates took us far apart
he down under me here
we wrote letters

Fast forward 33 years
we saw each other again
for a brief moment

The next year he died
and I mourn him still
especially on his birthday.

Body lift?

Health and hurting limbs
While falling on the pavement
Makes me  thoroughly think
My body's bereavement
Should alert me to this fact
Son's admonishing sternly
Mom you have got to act
Weight baring - firmly!

Maryland weather haiku

Will spring ever come
to dreamers of beauty and blooms?
Jumping to summer.

Savonarola environmentalist

Wide awake at 2am
Reading a book about Savonarola
Looking up   B BC world
Found out Australia's
Great Barrier Reef is
Much more endangered
Than ever before.
Are environmentalists
Like Savonarola
Preaching hell for
Those who do not believe?
Fundamentally it is all
A question of beliefs
To empower that is
To become a follower
To be in a leadership role
Viewpoints versus wills
Craftedly created uppmanship
Political astuteness combed
In a golden glorified puff
But the corals are dying
Reality nightmare awake!

Rain and dreams

A rain comes from the sky
in late March
I wish for a comet to fly by
in late March
Saw Jupiter at full moon
in late March
Day dreams of elsewhere
all year!

T.R.U.M.P.

To every voter in the US
rant and rave and scare
use hatred and horror
mingle it with misogyny
power it with money.

Ash

Oh Yggdrasil
of all the sad things
you are being threatened
by an insect
by a fungus
and because of your part
of eco chain
and environment
it is serious for your survival
Oh Yggdrasil
world tree of yore
sadness grips my heart.

To the environment!

Cleaning the bathroom
makes my hands smell of chlorine
they stink - bathroom clean
but
That is truly not good
when I know that the environment suffers
so a solemn promise to myself
only
Vinegar, baking soda and sweat
will be my choice cleaners
and doing it more often!
!

Frustrations abound

Loosing it
completely
somewhere
away from the self
anger
frustration
coping with the ego
finding no help
just venting
with only to turn
inwards
explosive moods
and then some.
Can I laugh?

Still looking

My ideal dance partner
Led me on the floor
Found him once
Years ago when
I was seventeen
To this day
Fifty years later
Dreaming of Jimmy
A corpulent gent
Who swung me
Let me believe
I was Ginger
To his Fred
Waltzing
Swirling
Two bodies coming
Together
For a dance or two.
Will I ever find
A James again?

Comparison

No you cannot compare
apples and oranges
you cannot compare
Domingo and Alagna
Kaufmann and Pavarotti.
Even to this day people
fight over who is the greatest -
an orange or an apple?
A banana does come into place
and his name is Domingo!

On listening to different operasingers!

News - to where to turn?

Fox CNN or local ones
The unreliable news
bought by money!

Big contributors
and lets not mention
TV stations to where
the mighty campaign funds flow.

I touch only BBC
HuffPost and die Zeit.
A single news' supplier
cannot do an unbiased job

Money rules the sky
We have become dependents
upon an "one" source deal.

My body talks

A complicated matter -
a lack of Kegel exercises
after child births
years after

A difficult phenomenon
if you don't do them
no  body control
years later

An insane paradox
an inadequacy of yore
you lost your sense
somewhere.

An instant paucity
has to be corrected
going ahead
now.

Doggie - talk to me

Dog behaves strange
is she sick - is she sad
is she hurting?
I cannot figure it out
but all I can do is love her
and talk to her.
She is my companion.
yet I do not understand
her language -
but her nails needed clipping.
Else??

Craziness

Craziness becomes me
from here to there
from partying to
loneliness -
but that's my own fault

Craziness - woe is me
or behind this state ofmind
will I survive suburbia
and boredom
but that is my own choice

Crainess is I
I am a fool for not
leaving and just take
off in the sunset
I am scared.

V slam dunk

Cold valentines day

Temperature down

Music hot

So dance little girl 

Until you get that sweat

And you get wet 

And blast the chills away .

Valentine' flowers

To only one I would give
Valentines this year -
My doggie - my dear
She is a faithful soul
And like me she is old
But she is willing to live
With me  and my man
That is her fate in a can.

Harlequin introuvable

Mystérieux mais très amusant
Portant des gants  fins et élégants
Son sexe se lève pour moi toute seule
Mon Harlequin je t'embrasse et je t'accueille.
Ce n'était  pas un  rencontre illusoire
notre danse tourne dans ma mémoire
La musique hélas pour moi introuvable
Un éphémère pluvieux et buvable.

February guarantor

Dusky blues galore
oh life is a bore
in February - furore
Maryland - Baltimore.

I know - my trapdoor
is to dream of louis d'or
from my childhood's store:
eat the dust forevermore!

Waiting for snow; one and two

Snow - we wait for you to come
so we can rest our dreary bodies
inside our warm and cosy abodes
to drink steaming hot cocoa
whilst the men with the blowers
will fight the potential blizzard
we just stare out from our caves.

Empty threats of uncertainties
we live as cavemen in the face
of the weather not cooperating
and we think ah what a bother
when we should try and breathe
slowly -
that way we do what the winter
wants us to do - in our grottos
relax smile and just accept.

Blah le Fay

Another day another day another day
February blues - yay - yay
so whatever more can I say
put my down over my head - nay
fight off the blahs like Morgan le Fay

Mange la vie

Mange la vie
engloute ton temps
car tu n'as qu'une seule,
Vis avec envoutement
tiens ta tete
vers les vagues foudroyantes
et ris comme un fou
dans le carnaval a Venise
et
n'oublie pas d'aimer
chaque jour
le matin, l'apres-midi
le soir et la nuit.
As toujours appetit
pour les choses
memes banales
et
embrasse l'existence
la joie de vivre
caresse chaque seconde
douchettement
souffle et hume
ta chair et
celle la des autres
en attendant la mort.




((inspire par un poete danois :Benny Andersen)

Orthographie moderne

Choquante orthographie
qui date de '90
est comme la chanson danoise
"on ne faisait pas cela
dans les annees 90s!"

Ognon -oignon
nénuphar- sans le h.
Avec  le  circonflexe
c'est  trop  difficile
deux cas où
on l'ùtilise  encore
pour supprimer le s;

c cedille prononce s
dans
certain cas a o u.!!!

Oh lala omettons le s?

L'orthogaphie
se brouille
et "on ne faisait pas
dans les annees 90s".

Un choc

Mon corps est sous un choc
au fond
de mon coeur - mon bonheur
journalier
s'est perdu dans un avion
hier.
Sans un petit village
lointain
ma jeunesse agéé agréé
se tait
en mourant sans vouloir -
certes.

La grisaille parisienne

La grisaille parisienne
retrouvee au mois de janvier
rend la nebulosite a ma jeunesse.

Paris etat d'urgence

Paris le soir vers les quais
Shakespeare et companie
je vois des livres que j'ai lu
et beaucoup que je voudrais
bien attaquer -
pas trop du monde en ce moment
reussi a parler avec un jeune homme
qui m'a vendu un chapeau
on a discute beaucoup sur la politique
et les maux du monde
il ne peut maintenant pas
parler avec la maitresse de ses enfants
a l'ecole primaire - car
on a ici l'etat d'urgence
et seuement des enfants et leurs enseignants
peuvent entrer dans l'ecole
et des qu'il n'y avait pas des clients
il s'amusait de me parler
et je fus ouverte.

Den "rosenfingrede dagning" : en snak

Enhver der har laest Iliaden
i den gamle version paa dansk
ved at den rosenfingrede dagning
var Akilles vrede der begyndte -
men her i dit lille franske hus
er det noget andet - ikke raseri
men begyndelse til en ny dag
hvorpaa alt kan ske - godt - skidt.

Er som en groenskolling
der med undring ser paa verden
og glaedes usandsynligt ved
"den rosenfigrende dagning"
som kun kan ses fra den oeverste etage -
paa min afrejsedag  for kort tid siden
saa jeg en meget smuk dyb vinroed
languedokiansk daemring.

Jeg vil indeligt haabe at kunne
bevare den fornemmelse
i mit indre - i min psyke -
den nyfundne ungdomskuriositet
uden at falde tilWeltschmerz
selv naar jeg rejser herfra
huset hvor jeg virkeligt
foeler at jeg har hjemme.

Le depart du village

Je pars de mon village aime
un jour en hiver
le ciel est bleuatre
et mon coeur un peu triste
les nuages sont lourds.

Je pars de mon village adopte
un matin hivernal
le bilan de ce janvier
n'est pas si mal que cela
mes belles memoires.

Je pars de mon village du midi
une aube assez froide
les feux m'ont apprise de moi
que sans haleine
le passe soit une fourberie.

Je pars de mon village adore
un moment de fevrier
un demain plutot leger
et les souvenirs doux
seront sans fin les miens.

La vie compliquee

La vie - chere aux humans
doit etre celebree -
avec des amities
forts comme les vins
du proche passe.

Un moment d'un jour
reste une memoire douche
ou peut-etre farouche
et l'existence d'un tour
est une cartouche.

Le sentier d'amandiers

Jje l'ai trouvee ici sur un chemin
des amandiers au mois janvier
une seconde au soleil presque cachee -
le printemps deja vif et fort
un temps sacre par la nature.
Les arbres fleurissent deja et
j'ai envoye des pensees partout -
et ceux-la sont recus - ailleurs.

Des annees passees n'ont rien
contre celles de ce janvier -
en pensant que cela sera le dernier
...ici...
Une seconde a vivre -
avec la fenetre grande-ouverte
respirant encore des beaux temps
et pour moi la memoire m'en suffit.

Silly Friday Limerick

There once was a man from France
who loved to sing and prance
he rode his horse
until it was coarse
and that was the end the "Manche".

Pensees journalieres

Chaque matin je me reveille
la vie est une surprise
que je serais encore vivante
et comme des pensees de
Marc Aurel
j'essaie de me debrouiller.
Il y a une grande dichotomie
entre mes pensees journalieres
et mes idees des nuits seules.

Entre les faits et la fantasie
milles lieux pour une femelle
d'un certain age -
car ce que je dois penser
je ne fais pas et ce que
j'imagine vivement
un etre feminin n'devrait pas

Encore les bras de la bonne societe
se complicent envers l'esprit
c'est difficile de se debarasser
de son instruction enfantile,
mais je suis presque la
alors le jour de mon deces
je serais une femme libre.

Dying with dignity

An afternoon of reflection
a gray  - soon to be night
at lunch time with a  twirling twist
discussion of dying with dignity -
just know what you yearn for
an expose elegantly explained
to your fellow beings
respect for the death's wish
incapacitated or debilitated
having a ball with friends
swinging and succumbing to
laughter and life.

Thanks to Julie for a "serious" discussion

Thor's thoughts

One morning in January
the old god Thor
took a look around him
and decided - people!
Foolish ignorant
loving idiotic folks
who do not take care
of what is given to them
I shall hammer them
with their own creations
until they all die
and we start from scratch.

Philosophia

Alles ist daueber geschrieben
nichts dauert
nur die Erinnerung
und das ist genug.

Et sekund

Et sekund kan aendre alt
en drejning til venstre
og et menneske er omkommet
et vridning til hoejre
og nattergalen har sunget for sidste gang
du gaar ud af din doer
og du er flygtning
du gar ind i et hus eller lejlighed
og du moede seksualiteten
her paa alfarvej langt fra dine kaere
alt hvad du goer sker ganske pludseligt
som fraktaler der kan dannes
tilfaeldheden regerer
men du skal vaere aaben overfor den
og dit livssekund - en dag er det dit sidste.

Abortion in the US

Abortion rights threatened again
in the US
why cannot the bloody men
in the US
understand that it is vital
in the US
for women to be entitled
in the US
to have the right to decide
in the US
for themselves - no blindside
in the US
just to (w)holy right of humans
in the US
fuck the hapless religious Union
of the US

Raincheck

I’ll take a raincheck

On life – maybe

But if I do that

Then where does

That lead?

I’ll take a raincheck

On my kids – never

But if I had done that

I would not be the person

I am today

I’ll take a raincheck

On my lovely hubby

But if I had done that

I would never have become

Me

I’ll take a raincheck

That’s for the timids

Who are scared and will not live

That is defiantly not

I.

En tossegut

Min ven udi skoerheden
er dejlig og varm
desvaerre kommer vi ikke
til at ligge i arm.
Han er sjov og herlig
og med en gammel sang
"ganske uundvaerlig."

Han oeser af sig selv
og er saa alvorsfuld
at man tror han er morsom
naar han krammer i huld
Han kalder sig en tossegut
norges bondestand er hans arv
Jarle - du er min kaere glut.

Comme un enfant

Une brume m'a desertee
ce matin tot au Janvier
le jour se leve lentement
et les nuages gris  perdent
leur force - encore un jour
ou tout peut arriver.

Den vissengroenne badekaabesnor

Jeg gik mig en tur

Idag paa en landevej

Et sted i verden

og ved et vadested

var der groent mos

din vissengroenne badekaabesnor

kom frem I erindringen

Jeg gik over torvet

En dag i sommer i den by

Hvor jeg er foedt

Og ved foden af

Dit gamle bosted

Kom jeg til at taenke

Paa min glaede dengang.

Jeg gik og funderede

Her et sted langt fra

I et andet land

At jeg igen kunne tage

Den vissengroenne badekaabessnor

Som et  herligt eksempel

Paa en livsoplevelse.

Jeg gik med et smil

Vandrende over stene

Her i mit efteraar

Pludseligt saa jeg igen

Din evne til livsnydelse

Indhyllet I en groen badekaade

En sen formiddag

Jeg gik og aensede

Ikke andet  end asfalten

Hvorpaa der var groenne alger

Og min solglade sommer

Med franske sange

Omgivet af en groen badekaabesnor

En koelig vinterdag.

La musique me hante

Trois petites pieces
Jouees il y a plus de 10 ans
De mon fils cadet et son “band”

N’arrive pas a me concentrer
chaque note m’inivre

Une periode historique
a Nouvelle Orleans

Mon fils scatte dans mes oreilles
Et joue sa clarinette
Avec tous les autres

La musique heureuse /triste
Les sentiments sentimentals

Le fleuve de ma vie
Passe dans mes oreilles.

Le Demenagement hivernal

Mon grenier trop froid
meme avec le petit poele
descendue
jusqu'a autre etage -
la vue degagee
la meme sauf
la position avantageuse
changee un peu
et
je me transforme
aussi.

La mort me console

La mort me console
elle est sur mon epaule
tous les jours tous les heures
elle me dise de vivre
jusqu'a que je m'enivre
que je ne jamais pleure
il faut se tenir pleinement
en hauteur de soi
et rire tout a fait sainement
sonne le beffroi.

A voice

Some voices are to die for
one of them just did.
His was  melodious
sensual vibrant
who would stir the poetess' mind
just pardon me
one of a kind.

For Alan Rickman

Clochemerle - il n'est pas

Les voeux de m. le Marire
dans notre village
etait si bien hier soir
avec des differents cepages
il decrivait tous les faits
de travaux publiques
en meme temps nous montrant
les choses electroniques
des batiments neufs et des rues refaites
sontt bien crees dans notre endroit
et pour finir il a parle de
la civilite  - c'est un choix.

Should I? Nah!

An idea of writing an opus
in form of sms'es -  a habeas corpus
I am sure has been done
just for unadulterated fun
with sensual undertones
of explicit sexting
alas that's for younger bones
than mine - wexing
than I am not longer in
but out of the loop"in.

Gravitational pull

Gravitational waves in space
except we cannot see them
imagination carries the day
modelling on the computers

waves in the sea
- skies with cumulus clouds
the mind will gravitate
towards the future

a baby born today is
used to modern communication
couldn't imagine anything else
just like James Watts and his machine

but we will destroy our earth
due to gravitation towards
easy access to money
striving for instant gratification.

On a brilliant sunny morn

Sunshine January morn
from my vantage point
brilliant and the wild wind
makes me feel awake and alive -
world - be careful around
the old lady
today
she is feeling  young and
wow.

Liberte haiku

Liberte assassinee
sans que le monde le sache
une rose percecutee.

Solstice solace

Voelva Vigga walked languidly 

she was getting on

her members were making light noises

she felt like she had fallen 

through a rabbit hole

and landed somewhere

in a edenesque gardenlike place

with snakes and snapdragons

where the time and place

made no sense at all -

not being all nonsense

where some things were not

what they seemed…

no - they were not

In the hills high up the bright

Yellow mimosas shone more

That the warm sun itself

Within her she reminiscenced

What her summer had been

What her wintry years seemed

To become – undone

No not that – but that of youthful

Unexpectedness

She had taken a snap snooze

And then she realized that reevaluating

Her life as it was right now

Was necessary for her health

Ignoring her daily constitutional

She felt a need to listen

To some old tunes of yesteryear

And repeat them over and over

Trying to clear her mind

Until the yesterday became

The painful present

Like that was going to change

Anything – acceptance

As life tossed things at her

(she knew everybody had something)

But this was not what

She had bravely bargained for.

In the summer of last year

She took a wherewithal walking

With a somebody like her Shmuel

Of so many eons ago

To a place where she had her sister

And she knew that a toss

Thrown at her was arduous

To dispense within her limbs

For it to endure for even just

Another epoch – an episode

Of the un-callous caliber  

To encounter happenstance

So uniquely unexpectedly

Within the framework of verve.

Veracity must be tellingly told

That she was enjoying herself

Vastly but knowingly it was

For only a short period

She was taking fatally life’s lob

And suppressing suchlike

For a moment of indeed ignoring

Ideals of insanely implied

Attitudes and approaches

to society’s selfish standards

elitist epitomes to keep

flowing essences of minds

away from themselves.

,

Voelva Vigga strangely cold

And icely ignoring her inner

So-called voice of validity

Accepting her fatal flaws

As noble news to herself

For once just truly embracing

The resplendent repeat

Of the solstice’s season.

Hoping only the estival days

Would come again and again

During warm wintry days

Heaving herself up from

Her musings and meanderings

She brushed herself off

Beamingly raised her head;

She only more fathomed

That fate was a fly and if you

Did not accept it with freshness

It would flitter away.

5 minutes grammaticales

Cinq minutes pour reflechir
des pensees sur la langue francaise
que j'adore et que je tue
car ma grammaire devient
de plus en plus affreuse
meme si je le lis courament.
Quel beaute et quel malheur.

Dynamisme

Le soleil et la lune jouent
comme le chat et le chien
chaque fois le soleil part
la lune  pleine revient
en se disant - je danse apart -
comme une sourire et une larme
les sentiments se vacarment
il faut avoir le jeu de change
pour que le monde s'entendde.

Expression

Apprendre a lire
apprendre a rire
apprendre a comprendre -
apprendre a vendre
la liberte d'expression
c'est une abomination
sauf il faut aussi se dire
les recepteurs
avec leurs meurs
n'acceptent pas les fous rires
Une fois la foi se melange
l'humour va sur la balance.


Memorisant Charlie Hebdo

La voix du destin

Un jour comme une autre
mais ma vue est eblouissante
sur le troisieme etage
car le soleil brille
au mois de Janvier
et mes reves sont
en train de basculer
car la vie reprend
sans que je sache
de faire autrement
en  attendent que le destin
me prend dans sa main
et me dit: alors ma petite
la vie sera subitement fini
et toi - il faut que tu cache
tes idees bourgeoises
et commence a vivre
librement et sans peur.

Premonitions

A lump in my throat
why do I feel it
on an early Monday
at the start of January?
Is it something
I did not do?
Often premonitions
are not my thing -
but I feel antsy
on a day that starts
like any other.
Woke up -
down to make coffee
had my yogurt
and my orange juice
along with my usual pills.
Emptied the washing machine
and went to hang up
the clothes on the top
granted I did not bring up
a second cup and yes
I added a dress to wash
but apart from that
nothing in my emails
nothing on the news
would give me the iffiness
that I feel - why?

Symbols

A halfmoon - a cross -  a star
Ein Hagenkreuz - ein Teufel
Une Marianne de Plantu
Ubevidste eller bevidste ikoner
All the signs of the roads
Die Zymbolik der Zahlen
Le symbole du coq au Moyen Age
De tegn vi moeder i hverdagen
It makes me wonder
ob sie dauern werden
ou changer le sens au fond?
De skifter som vinden?
The only thing I know
ist dass sie sehr stark sind
et peuvent endanger ou ridiculiser
saa uvidenhed overfor et symbol
can be dangerous.

La pauvre liberte

La pauvre liberte
est en danger
de la mort
en permanence
et  a l'echeance
d'avoir tort
et  se tromper :
mourir sur le bucher.

Le cafe

La premiere tasse du cafe
le matin est indispensable
celle-ci doit etre buvable
et surtout de mon gout.
Si ce n'est pas glouglou -
il me faut recommencer.

Une brume

Une brume matinale
du jour dernier de l'annee
predira peut-etre
un an assez complique
a venir avec de la haine
et sans l'humanite.
Dans le  brouillard
et des nuages gris
se cachent la bonte
de la societe -

La poetesse est naive
mais il  faut
en croire - autrement
la vie ne vaut rien.

I et andet univers

Her er kaerligheden
til livet stor -
smil og glaede
men ogsaa betaenksomhed;
her er livsloegn
til livet fattig
had og jantelov
kan ikke saa frit ske.

Inspireret af bogen Samtale
mellem Johannes Moellehave og
Benny Andersen

2015

Ein Spaziergang im Jahr 2015
wie sieht man da?
In der Welt - in Nationen
in der Stadt - in dem Dorf?

Die Dichterin erscheunt
nur ein "wenig" Kaos:

Die Welt  wird heisser
In Nationen geht es ungefaehr
so - so zwischen Mennschen
Zusammenarbeit der COP 21
sei es die Wirklichkeit
vielleicht aber vielleciht nicht

In der Stadt viele Probleme mit
der Flucht und der Angst

Im Dorf geht es vielleicht besser
als anderswo - denn man kennt
die Nachbaren oder vielleicht nicht.

Une pensee lundi matin

Un jour gris
des muages lourds
je vois pas loin
j'entend les eboueurs
faire le menage
et le gros camion
roule tres pres
de ma maison,
Un lundi comme
les autres -
c'est seulement moi
qui le changera.

Organ thoughts

The organ in a church
is music orgasm
look at the pipes
where the air flows
in and out
the organist plays
using his hands and feet.
All the emotions
the tones and notes
floating
the ejaculation of
a Bach's cantata or
Messian's Ascension
brings ecstasy.

Le coq sur sa vie

Dans notre village ici en Lanquedoc
il y a un tres tres vieux coq
il se bat pour se reveiller chaque matin
mais des qu'il ouvre ses yeux un peu malin
il ralle il dit a tout le monde
il faut que je les poules feconde
alors le travail est si dur pour moi
mais voila la nature et son loi
un jour quand je n'en peux plus
Il me ne reste plus de jus
et ma vie est fini et enfin foutu
je m'en vais comme homo-erectus.

Spider on Christmas morning

A gray Christmas morning

on top of the house

nobody was moving

not even a mouse,

but the spider in the corner

of the ceiling so high

was telling me stay

and attract an only Christmas fly

so that he in the corner

wouldn't go hungry

and if he did his poor tummy

would go very angry,

So I stayed to help him

find the Christmas fly

after that, not quite finished

gobbling more yule pie.

Finally he had eaten his share

of yule meat and dessert

and he climbed up in his corner

for a nap in his nightshirt.

The heater

The oil heater on top of the house
warms me only on one side
so I gotta keep moving on the other
otherwise only one warm hide!

Airport observations

Quiet moment at airport
Sitting at the gate
Carry-on next to chair row
Water bottle half drunk
Ubiquitous electronics
Are all placed with their owners
Like seeing dogs
But do we really see anymore?
Two ladies talk together
One reads magazine
I shall get off this
And return to the real
Not the far-flunk fake reality
And become an adult
Instead of a baby with a
P a c i f y e r.

Where to?

A feeling
A smile
An apprehension
An I can't barely wait attitude
Butterflies in my tummy
Yes. I shall try to reach you
My other life somewhere else
Another dreamlike. Session.

Blueberries

Blueberries frozen or otherwise
are  nature's life savers
My heart still beats for your taste
of oxidation- wavers
in between the taste in my mouth
and elsewhere - savors
of sensuous smells from
fields of nature's flavors
to the beat of tremolo cymbals
in my quaffs' quavers.

Friday morning musing!

Hyperbole
exaggeration
symbols of the US
bourgeoisie
middle class
Charlotte Russe
Oh, please save
me from
another presidential
calamity
and let me be.

Donald Trumf

The Don is in
Mayhap he'll win
The prez' job
Alas he's not Job.
Will he cede yet
To GOP's Jeb?
Only time shall tell
The Us gone to hell.

Proctor limerick

There once was a proctor from Maryland
She was sitting dreaming of candy man
She hit the fan when her proctee
Asked can I go out and pee
that was the end of the examining plan.

A timely time revisited

On the other side of the world
my oldest has his birthday
I was there when he popped out
and yet today is yesterday to him
On the other side of this planet
my grand kids go to school and play
most of the time a day ahead
so what they experience it is not
my time  - their time.

to card or not

To write Xmas cards or holiday dittos
is the yearly returning question
if you don't then you are a cad
and if you do others get mad
because they stopped
and you did not it  drop.

An email from afar

A distant memory in a fog
slowly getting closer
will I make it to the picture
burnt in my body's well?
A loneliness of cells
closed in by conventions
erupts knowingly
that neither can be
without the other
only being savored
in bits and bites.
On a Sunday morn the brume
changes my outlook
and the glow turns
slowly scintillating.

Tutors and whores

I sit like a whore
Waiting for clients
But I am a tutor
Waiting for students.
Is there a difference
Between the two professions?
tutors cater to
students' minds
Hos satiate
Clients bodies.
Spirits blend
With corpses
Ending
The dichotomy.

Frida

A poster of Frida
hanging on my wall
reminds me of
the human in us all.
Her neck held up
with a stone pillar
she is pierced
nails - pain kills her
Her eyes drop tears
Resigned she looks
the desert behind her
an artist's sketch hook.

Honor killing

Honor is seen in conjunction
with  sexuality
fidelity or virginity.

Mostly men impose
this on women in societies
where men rule supreme.

The women will be killed
stoned, maimed to save
the "honor" of the men.

I spit on that notion.

Philo-sagesse

Vivre et mourir
est l'exsistentiel
entretemps
manger, dormir
aimer
ne passe pas
le temps d'hainer
trop difficile
et trop de rides
dans une visage.
Pour l'amour
et le rire fou
on reste jeune.

Bernie

An older great generation's gent
With a theatrical righteous bent
A second wife of fifty some years
 Set sail into the sunset - the tears
Were Bernie's and  as an afterthought
Life without Dottie is all for naught.
The last year he did battle with health
his breathing did not move well by stealth.
In a varied judicial sway
Fairness for his clients through the law
Fighting and advising  civilly
To  the end - he blasted on Broadway
When his ghost gave way to evermore
surrender - life's gone bunk vividly.

Blues of November

Running raggedly
over terror and death
truly shows the mood
of November
whether it is sun or rain
the droplets of blood
stain the sidewalks
in November
the ninth month
of the Roman calendar
darkness approaches
in our hemisphere
alas November.