A moment's relaxation

A work-over of body
grabbed my attention -
but I could not relax
even on the bench
later today out walking
further on the trail
the olde bones lightened
the gait became easier.
Now sitting at my desk
the massage of me
loosened to lose.

Rose haiku

Rêves en rose
un cauchemar ancien perdu
les fleurs éblouissants

En udendansk!

Gyldne for kød - et citat fra
en gammel Grundtvigtiansk sang
noget om kærlighed til gud
og dagligdagen i hans navn
Sølvets æteriske måne
en kvindelig fordums nattedans
noget om latteren og  livet
og humoren i hendes favn.
Bronzeret er trods alt
kulturen og alt dens væsen
noget om jordens sunde sans
og klodens naturlige gavn.

The voelva's stream

Vigga the Voelva was wired
seldom she had walked weirdly
as she did today - down
near the bustling brook
introspectively immersed
in her own ideas of womanhood.
Why was life so eerily eccentric
and not plain straight forward?
Why must everything be
fought firebrandedly for?
The voelva just stared straight
at the waters wondrously streaming
stoically  and forever finding
new puzzles and pounding drops
driven by nature's notes of perfection
yes it was spring and she needed
to stop her blues' brooding.
If this year was going to be her last
then she would applaud the amazing
mother lode of  all mortals.
Her steps stopped their warily walk
as she lifted her head high
Vigga the Voelva was willing
to face her final fate afresh.

To the bloggers -

If I had not been bored
about ten years ago
I would not have found out
to write a blog-to-show
what I felt instantaneously
with a bang and a blow
whether it was boring
or just for me a bow
like amor's to psyche's
shooting my arrows
of  everyday and not
of thoughts gung-ho
being grateful for that
not in the looney's woe
keeping quietly sane
wickedly not mellow
but feistily fighting
for my brain's dildo
of desiring to create
something of mine
until I am down below.

Doomsdays are coming

What if tomorrow never comes
if I never see my kids again
what if I do not see the blue skies
if I never listen to music again
would my world go under
would big ben not strike one
would the kids even mourn
???
Bang

What if tomorrow never opens
if the sky falls down and drowns
what if the nature decides to drop
if it sneers - I am out of here
would its children then understand
would the flood be there to quell
would its woodland just dwell
????
Bang bang

What if tomorrow never is
if the globe disintegrates and plops
what if it cannot see it but its ashes
if only all the earth is gone
would anybody care
would the moon bother
would a black hole invite
?????
Boum Boum Boum

One day in April

Walking on the golf course
your eyes tearing
your nose dripping
cling says the club
hitting the ball
on a spring day in April.
Not having played
for three whole years
a little weird in place
to even be able to hit
and miss some of the shots.
But - the glorious
wondrous feeling of
hay fever sniffingly
addressing the globe -
a stroll on the golf course.

Frühling haiku

Erste Löwenzahn
Die Spinne des Girlande
Tränen der Webe.

Remembering a summer's concert

In a country church
a youngish pianist
played Debussy
divinely
but tonight not Ravel
his Chopin pieces
were chapeautivating
the way Rachmaninov
was trembled
showed - not off.
Wondering what
you were doing
in a little place like this
When you were
destined for concert halls?
Just listening
to the notes from your fingers
and your brain's vibrato
was a thrill on a
summer's night.

For Conrad Wilkinson

Warten im Parkplatz

Eva Im Paradis
Von Wagner
Ach entfernt
wie das Mädchen.
Da bin ich nicht
Aber in eines Vorort
mit nichts zu tun.
Die Muse des Parnass
ach ja, wäre es so
aber sondern nicht,
denn die Autos heute
sind ohne Poesie;
nur die alte Welt
von Gestern mit
Humanität  und Sang
gibt mir
Paradies und Parnass  

Richard Wagner zum Danken und Entschüldigen

Ambition

Virtue is choked with foul ambition. Shakespeare Henry VI

A dirty word
ambition
for a woman
A naught phrase
ambition
for  a female
A hateful term
ambition
for a feminist
That's what
we are told
as womyn.

Ambition
granted
hides ambi
ambivalent
ambivert
ambidextrous.

Find another
dictum
for a girl
Find a precise
term
for a "she"
Find another
idea
of an "MS".

NO NO NO
Viva ambition
for felinity
and femininity.

Squares and circles' quip

A marriage of a square and a circle
is a geometric problem
that sometimes is hard to solve.
Is the circle encompassing
the smaller square
or
is the square embracing the little circle?
In a structural couplehood
you may find concord
and sometimes the shapes
are incongruent with each other
but
whether you are a square or a circle
it is a vital vivacious trait
that you balance off the scales
when you are weighing
your options for solutions
and
you find a rectangle to have a circle
or the oval to have a triangle
which totally nixes the balance
in a harmonious  entity
due to subconscious jealousy
not
anything to do with forms
of mathematical geometry
but with lofty strange schemes
that somehow end up being
encircled  and outsquared.

For Mali

Window's view

A  chimney outside
in beige brownish colors
stands tall and straight

A penis inside
in nude - skin colors
stands wobbly and weird

My window's view
on a Sunday morn
stands as a distant  memory.

Mon fruit interdit

Dans le jardin d'Eden
il  y a un bel abre
Son tronc est vieux
mais beau quand même
sa cime assez fière.
Sur ce type de feuillu
il y a une pomme
elle m'est interdite.
Le pédoncule reste
dans mes pensées
pénétrées  d'un jour
où j'espère de goûter
sans rien d'autre
que savourer avec
volupté ou jouissance
mon fruit tabou.

Bloody sweaty teary

Churchill: with determination
about the future he foresaw
no circumventing the burden
from Hitler's true menace
blood sweat and tears.
Europe broken by British fools
a roguish Russia in the play
an America whose leader
believes in alluring fairy tales
sweat blood and tears.
As a granny to three youngsters
(forgive me for being personal)
how will the world look
five years -ten years
tears sweat and blood
The world needs no wars
but on hunger, illness and hate
the economy, stupid, does
thrive on hostilities and fray
sweat, tears and bloody.

Real dreams

A title - a dream
Of love in a book
Transcends
A search for
A soul mate.
Not to be had.
Only partly.
Change of ideas
Rotten body
Images of youth
In akward flight
Matured manners
Resting heart rate
Lowered ideal bar.
Now the reality
Sets in seconds.
The romance
Not longer found
In a literal opus.

Wheels

The wheels must turn
To surely earn
A hefty return
Murder mayhem
Just To twist 'em
War is grand slem
Otherwise no
Econo grows
Empires then blow
 Far from the earth
Down on the dirt
Money men's girth
Death to beauty
Nothing's fealty
Run - kabuki

Sticker

the trees think it is April
the humans hoist themselves
up from sleep to a dim day
faulty feelings of sorrow
go hand in hand

the flowers think it is spring
the impatient imps jump
to the idea of beautiful sun
thoughts thrown  away
from the fort

the animals think it is time
to seed securely their ova
in the bright light or night
poet's paramount worry
nobody cares

Time and device

a circle and a twist
little mechanical wheels
spinning and chirping
ding ding ding
a whirl and a hammer
tiny machine-like balance
rolling and running
dong dong dong
a gear and a pulley
small oscillating bobs
twirling and curling
ding dong ding

(Maya's interest in old-time devices)

Labels

Labels on people
put them in categories
where they may not belong
names on humans
place them in boxes
which are plainly wrong
so if you are so sure
that you are always right
someday in a throng
you may find yourself
to be one of the odds
too bad - ding dong.

For Mali on the discussion
of labelling people

Angelica de Catay

une dame Angelica sentimentale
refusant l'usage médiéval
après avoir bu de la rivière d'amour
elle picolait vivement
surtout sincèrement
du torrent de l'indifférence
en chantant: Rinaldo -
va-t'en -  ne dis-pas des calembours
sauf si un beau jour
tu peux accepter l'amitié
tu resteras mon grand chevalier.
Tel était l'histoire de nous tours
d'une partie d'Orlando
Furioso  - un héros ogival
- surtout  - la dulcinée estivale.

Solvay 5

A picture of

Intelligentsia

in the world then

Triplicated

population now

Have we 

beaten that 

image?

Eine Freundschaft

Mein Herr Augustin
du bist mein Freund immer
aber deine Seele fliegt
von Paris zu Cazouls
via Kopenhagen-
so lange ich lebe
da bist du auch hier.
Erinnerungen sind
wie Gedanken
und wenn ich sterbe
nehme ich dich mit.
Die Kette wird zerbrochen
sondern
der Link will sich aendern
und
die Masse wird sich verwandeln
in die Luft verschwinden
und das Weite suchen.

Nulla

Nothingness

noting

denoting

nihilism
just noted.

La sécurité

La sécurité n'existe pas
car on est des mortels
le vieux coeur ne bât
qu'une seule fois réel
(lement)
et mes mots sont fletriés
je suis un vrai guerrier
sans les grandes bretelles
avec un vrai désir de rat.
La sécurité n'est qu'une éphémère
je suis une poétesse - hétaïre.

13 steps

This is serious stuff
My phone's  counts
Steps and whatnots
13 is what it amounts
To - today on the dot
Lying on the grounds
Of my dining room table
Get off my duff and be able!!!

Rêves hivernales

Au pays de mon rêve
sans rien oublier
je veux m'enivrer
au bout de mon chair
dans les bras de la vie
avant que cela soit
trop tard - le train parti.

Le printemps arrive
et je me sens morte
quelle est la possibilité
que je m'en sorte?
La neige est encore ici
il faut m'arrêter d'écrire
me soigner - me lever
s/mon peau à reconquérir.

Snowday heart attack

Morning snow
off from work
sitting in my pj's
crick in neck
hammering heart
experiencing daze
Going to the ER
getting battery test
all day in a craze
Thankfully just
nothing at all
the folks praise
of professionalism
and listening -
just a pure malaise.

My room

The window personifies the eyes
the eyes are not always sure
of what they see.
The vent impersonates the ears
the ears are not always sure
of what they hear.
The walls embody the feelings
the feelings are not always sure
of what they touch.
As for smell and taste
I am the smell
Sometimes I taste bitter
sometimes sweet.
But it is my room.

In response to Virginia Woolf's
A Room of One's Own

Nuts

Nutty nuts
Cannot be
Nutritious
Psychotic psychopaths
Cannot be
Psychological
Therefore
Psychotic nuts
cannot be
anything
but tutti-nutti.

( a terrible logical
mistake  a la Holberg)

Nihil

Found a post
no title
noting nothing
written
No more
empty poem
filled with
words
nullius
in verba.

Brain dead

If my brain is gone

then I shall not be here

if I cannot think

may I then have

ars moriendi fast.

Not the long one

but a short death

a last breath of life

L'chaim and then to death!

Vacillating

Should - should not
could - could not
may not - may
would not -would

will- shall
can - must
and negatives
plus positives

Vacillating
vicariously
playing fire
with life.

Springy spring

Feeling my age
I turn the page
no more dillydally
my own pep rally
life's too short
so I shall court
events and fun
I am on the run
from the grim reaper
he's my door keeper
but it is spring
I'll have a fling
with life and joy
all days are toys.

Like daughter like mother

A daughter's drive
pushes her to be out there
to sing to dance to perform
what she dreams of
a street singer
a powerful prince
a lady of a lake.

A mom's yearning
prompts her by inner thoughts
to talk to fathom to to cheer
what she desires
a taciturn troubadour
a anormal noble
a velvety woman.

What is love?

A child - a woman -a man
humanity - animalia
the world abound
sensual love
parental love
all other kinds -
love is not ownership
love is freedom
poets in each language
have described love;
death of course
jealousy, naturally,
but love - oh fearless
feckless fucking love
cumbersome -
wonderful and everything
in between
that is love.

attitude

Imitation
A game
Of war
On humans
Uniqueness
A fact
Of love
In humans

On seeing the Imitation Game
About Alan Turing

A voelva's why?

Vigga the Voelva pondered pensively
"Why did the new  alderman get the votes"
She shook her mahogany mane
walking slowly with her stick
weighed down by subtle worries
that she did not even really recognized.
She knew her little town by the brook
was a heaving hotbed due to influx
of old manly testosterones mainly
and where were  the women's  votes?
She sought her sister the wise Sophia
but her sister was away on a retreat
she was too upset so she had gone away.
The voelva wondered wandering
and could not think clearly - raging
anger anxiously aware of her leaping lack
of utter upper hand - useless unforgivable
hopelessness spreading through her veins.
Voelva Vigga knew she had to stop
thinking - Why did not even enter
the foolish fobs' minds and  bodies.
Fairy fauns and eerie elves had more sense
than all aldermen put together
powerful positions - wherefore and why
only histrionic history would reveal
the tremendous temerity of the choice.

Rejazz

Jazzy tunes whirl out
into my little room
somewhere in the burbs
reminding me
Jazz in Copenhagen
summertime
overcast evenings
in breezy squares
or perfect light nights
where music reigns
whizzing mosquitoes
and a glass of life.

Phrase philo

Therapeutic phrases
love, thinking of you,
are needed in time
of sadness due to death

Counteracting words
hate you, go away,
are soothing in time
of anger due to frustration

Plebian swearing
sh.. and f..
are fitting in time
of hurt due to clumsiness

Philosophic vocables
axiom, theorem
are professing in time
of chagrin due to zealotry.

(For Alex)

Gossamer's day

Fucking cancer
slowly taking
another one!
Henceforth
I shall greedily
grab life
at its  thread
I shall remain
the needle
until
I run out of
gossamer
and then some.
No longer
will I deal
with difficult
people or pests
Smiles and
spreading
a filament
in form of
my poetry
I cannot
give birth
any longer
only
my thoughts
will have
happy wings.
Note it is
out of
style to be
content to laugh
I shall run
 a fool's errand
but so be it.
The clown's
fate and face
is holy
because there
is a solemn truth
yours or  mine.
Vita breve est.

Des souvenirs lointains?

Tu es dans un autre lieu
loin de moi
mon amant éphémère
un jour à l'autre
nous nous sommes
séparés -

La vue de harlequin
restera pour moi
une palette de
ma propre vie
car nous sommes
des amis.

Nos destins enlacés
s'enfuissent
transitoirement
à l'intérieur
se chauffant
les souvenirs.

Deux mondes

Dimanche -quelle difference
entre la banlieue en Amerique
et un petit  village en France
deux mondes incomparables
la seule solution pour moi
est de fermer à clé
tout à mon gré
mes pensées chaque jours
et reste divisée tout le temps
sans que je perde mes boules
ou mes sentiments complex
d'un jour à l'autre - en pleurs.


 

Un cœur blessé

Physiquement
De temps en temps
Plus fréquemment
Maintenant
Je sens un main
Serrant mon sein
Et surtout
Mon cœur
En sachant jamais
Quand ce sentiment
Revient boum boum
Boum boum.

Cette nuit le main
Est venu pendant
Plus de cinq minutes
Alors je me suis
Mis à mon portable
Tout d'abord
Essayant de l'enlever
Avec des pensées
Positives en vain
Boum boum boum.

J'ai cherché de
Regarder autour
Du monde
Qu'est-ce-qu'il
Passait -  des faits
Divers affreux.
Quel temps
En secouant ma
Tête dans la réalité
Ma machine bat
Encore un peu
Plus légèrement
Malgré la folie
Du monde entier.
Boum boum.

Ma messagerie
J'ai réfléchi
Est-ce-que il y a
Quelque chose
De personne
Que je viens
De quitter ailleurs?
Oui il était la
Mon frère adopté
Le sentiment
De la main lourde
Sur mon cœur
S'évanouit dans
Les nuages boum!

Nattetimereflexer

Hjemkomst fra paradisiske tilstande
Til et sted med tredive års liv
Første ting som hænder er
At min bihule fyldes op igen
Så søvnvanskelighederne
Som ikke var minimale vokser.
Det påfølgende viser sig som
En mental blokering af ånden
 Eller min sjæls dårekistes
Sidste nervetrådesstrækninger
På dansegulvet i en grå uoplyst
Sporvognsremise
En spøgelsestango hvor
Min kavaler ikke bare kunne
Chassere og jeg måtte lede
Mens der rundt om var mindst
Et andet væsen som gjorde
Sig de hæderligste anstrengelser
For at danse med mig
En edenesk tango på brosten
Foran en lille café i syden
En vild og vovelig dans
Min harlekin i drømmen
En farlig tvendedeling
Hvor den usynlige vindbøjtels
Fortryllende lokkemad
Om en dans til det sidste
Er en alvorlig levenmåde
Bonus ville være at
Bihulebetændelsen
Ville forsvinde og
Fysikken ville opdyrkes
Med trippende liv og bare
Gåture i en vegetation
Uden allergiprovokationer
Og fysiske belastningers
Dagligt underminering
En taktik som tapper et liv
for eksistensen er ikke mere
En mulighed - jeg vil leve
-så glædens hverdag(s)
Fortryllelse igen er mulig.
Måske kan jeg nu sove
Igen og drømme om
En svingom med latterens
Letlevenhed og hengivelse.

Casta diva

The melody in my head
turns and twist and plays
Casta Diva with la Callas
is all I hear for days
It repeats itself on end
Even when
I play others
therefore I must write
the haunting piece
of how to live until the day
I die.
Today will be my first.

Lørdagsmorgenmadssammenkomst

I snart halvandet år
hver gang jeg i Cazouls kommer
har vi haft en morgenmad
vinter eller sommer
det er så hyggeligt i køkkenet
at tale om dat og dit
og mere til fra leveren
en gammel dansk pullivit.
Med velskabsbånd og grin
jeg oplever en nyfigenhed
som jeg aldrig  før har kendt
og takker og inderligt ved
at dette er ganske unikt
at man finder en brormand
som er sjov, alvorlig og kær
og historien er ganske sand.

Une note de vie

Retrouver d'une partie
de son enfance
dans la maison de retraite
d'un groupe de dance
me dit que Proust
n'a pas veçu en vain
que la vie me mène
dans les chemins
où j'ai me retrouvée
sans vraiment savoir
tout un coup - plutôt
ou plus tard un miroir
qu'on ne peut pas
soi-même s'échapper
un après-midi au mois
d'un noirci janvier.
Mon oncle de l'Espagne
était là aujourd'hui
il rentra subitement
avec moi il y languit.

Boucles d'oreilles rouge

On s'adapte à des petites pertes
Mes boucles d'oreilles rouges
qui venaient de la Reunion
m'étaient offertes d'une jeune
sont mes favoris depuis
que je les avaient.
Hier d'une d'elles est partie
ailleurs- entre des amis
et d'une rouge
alors la mémoire d'elles
est plus important car
je vois la personne au lieu
des boucles vives.

En planløs dag

Intet at  gøre
se hvad dagen bringer
sol,vind and morgenmad
avis, mondæne ting
som rydde op
smide ud
hænge vasketøj op
tage kattelorte væk
købe produkter
til at holde kattene ude
og begynde at få
orden i mit køleskab
gøre rent på etagerne
og rense ud i mine
tanker - en dag
hvor jeg intet skal.

Les couleurs d'un soir

Pas encore l'heure du jour
que j'aime à la bleuâtre
mais presque -
le soleil couchant
montre le paysage en rose.

De ma fenêtre le panorama
change presque inaperçu
et maintenant -
le rose tourne
en pourpre jusqu'à violet.

Pendant mon écriture
de ce poème -voilà
les ombres
ont descendu
bon soir l'heure bleue.

Connaissances

Une langue a des twists
des sous-entendus
des mots amusants
et on peut faire ce
qu'on voudrait
si on connait vraiment
l'âme d'expressions.
Connaissance d'être
marié avec des paroles
on les utilise comme
des termes au fond
ou joue légèrement
avec le langage.
La nuance réelle
entre bisous et baiser
ou des autres mots simples
m'a éperdue un peu.
Alors il faut apprendre
et faire les liaisons
dangereuses.

Un weekend musical

Un week-end en musique
les notes se réjouissent
s'embaument dans la convivialité
les spectateurs applaudissent.
Une note prend une autre
la vie s'embellit mélodieusement.
Chaque pièce devient
une déclaration d'amour - d'amitié.

Pussy colors for four years

Pussy hat
pussy bras
pussy undies
pussy shorts
pussy t-shirts
pussy dresses
pussy stockings
pussy sweaters
pussy shirts
pussy shoes
pussy scarves
pussy handbags
the choice is yours

pussy pussy pink
shocking pink for 4 years

H e l p

Hitler retrumps
election chock
loathing the world
pfuck - four years's hell.

Un question de porte monteau?

tous des marionettes
portent des fois des couleurs
qu'on n'attend pas
des guignols montrent
leurs allures différents
des hommes en rose
font rêver les bleus bas
de temps en temps
ou est-ce-que cela soit
l'harlequin eternel
un fantôme qui reste
incorporel - un esprit?

Negativism haiku

Negativism  

now go away in the sun

never to return

Philosophi fra morgenstunden

Hver dag sker der  mirakler
Jeg vågner op og smiler
selvom damen er gammel og grå
er der så meget at undre på.

Hver dag er ny  i en verden
der giver både godt og skidt
ligesom et nyt lille væsen
er jeg absolut lidt kræsen.

Jeg ønsker kun at se det bedste
af naturens orden og uorden
i folkets fæ og i sig selv
under et rosenfarvet himmelhvælv

Hver dag bringer oplevelser
gode, rædselsfulde og blah
dog ens udsyn tæller komplet
en dag livet's løjer går væk.

Memento

Take a trip into the unknown
and you learn something new
rescind the fear of not fitting-in
just memento mori.

Take a trip down "memory lane"
it was all there for your taking
you did  not  but no regrets - now
just memento vivere.

L'heure de repos

Une nuit comme les autres
je rentre dans ma petite maison
en ouvrant mon portable
tu étais là - un ami du coeur
alors j'ai bu un verre de rosé
qui me restait - d'un jour
où le temps faisait beau.

Changement

La lumière a changé
ce matin de ma vue
et  -j'ai aussi
une autre vision
dans ma tête
il faut se méfier
de moi aujourd'hui.
Encore je suis moi
mais à l'intérieur
sceptique - je vois
le monde sombre
et des ombres fluent
grises et noires.

Lunch impressions

Lunch with a girlfriend of new date
is like having a clean slate
we chat and laugh and eat and drink
what more is there in life but think
of all the crazy things we have done
not together - year gone by- fun
that we should meet now Julie and I
our lives entwined singalong lullabys
and hey day by day - chattering just
about ourselves - a crazy trust
of womanhood's sacred divinity
- certainly between ages - an affinity
of laughter - sadness - life in general
we span from babyboom to millenial.
Not quite my dear she'd say smiling
but the thoughts would keep piling
of here and there
and everywhichwhere
- so that is how a midday is spent
in Occitania - by pure and true accident.
 

Wrinkling roses

Rose dawn outside my windows
changing to yellow with blues
life's expectations transform
blatantly into the days of yore
when I dreamt - now it is
reality hitting hard and wrinkles.

Early Sunday haiku

My life's twist turns up
an early wintry chill morn
stars in the sky blink.

Colors of my mind

Another painting 

invaded the room

in which I sleep

my three gran kids’

have theirs up

one orange/abstract

the other a tiger filled

woodland somewhere

the last a rendition

of our mountain

seen from the window

two sceneries from

a close friend

a beach with closed

umbrellas - bathe 

in sunlight

the last a street

somewhere 

with washing lines

displaying  clothes

darkness and light.

Another dream

invaded my mind

to be here in 

petit paradis

full time - enjoying

life to its max

Between the views 

on the walls

and the windows

lies a dimension

of a different kind

a contentedness

I rarely found

afore inside 

a true feeling

of seeing life

for the first time

in all its colors.

Tornadoes

Two whirlwinds went
to a friend's house
almost two years passed
sought to help out
and cleaned out a room
took away many things
with respect for the
dead and alive
feeling sometimes guilty
alas - in order for the
living to truly live and breathe
more than twenty bags
of all sorts left the room
so when finished -
the tornadoes were here.

Une faunette

Un après-dinner d'une faunette
dans un rève rose-rouge
donne l'artifice andouillette
les vagues - ah elles bougent
toute la nuit en se levant
un fantôme dans le temps.
Lève-toi et fuit de ta vision
dans ton précaire tombereau.
Un autre temps se présente
les roses gouttes du bateau.

le mirage matinal

En janvier de nouvel an
encore un jour de luminosité
dans son vénusté incroyable
voila un âme qui ne se plaigne.
L'Occitanie la belle chimère
tu es pour moi trop vraie.
Et tes jours de lumière
reste dans mon esprit gris
et donne l'espoir d'une vie
dans l'amour et sans haine.

Fiston chez moi

Mon fiston est parti en voyage
la-bas ou il vit normalement
il m'a rendu une visite familiale
c'était bien passé mais fatigant
pour lui mon pauvre petit
car il était enrhumé et crevé
il ne dormait pas si bien
alors il est quand même élevé
bien sans trop se plaindre
et on a rigolé, mangé et bu
il n'a rien chez moi à craindre
dans quelques années notre tribu
on sera plus vieux et sains
j'espère seulement que pas
attendre encore 8 ans plein.

In another world - a new year's dream

My world would be different
my world would not be so
that men rule wildly unwisely
that only money talks

My world would be realistic
knowing that testosterone needs
outlets and fights
but channeling it elsewhere

My world would be humane
death would be allowed
the idea of democracy
would flourish

by teaching children to behave
by gymnastics art and music
by  realizing that we are
all a part of the whole

My world would be based
on the fact that good and evil
are two parts not to be ignored
and to be respected

The female and the male
principles to somehow
be what we want to be
and for the love of our earth

My dream would be
to live in peace and laughter
and help your neighbor
 without asking wherefore.

Rennes- le Douzens

Somewhere in Aude
on a New Years Eve
people met people
sleeping under the eaves
here and there chats
galore and fun stuff
while just imbibing
fizz and wonderful grub.
In an old Templar castle
not big but surely of age
dreaming of knights
and maybe even a page
it shows  that life's twists
and turns and dances
will lead to craziness
and even romances.
So the Douzens templars
live on in the mind
and we tried to live up to
their special kind,
but failed in faith ,alas.
people enjoyed with all might
thanks to the hosts
the year turned at midnight.

Thanks to the host Mark and Julie

mon diurnal

Une prière pour aujourd'hui
j'ai déjà tombé sur mon escalier
alors j'ai eu mon malaise
pour ce beau jour ensoleilé.
En  entendant "depuis le jour"
on doit avoir des belles pensées
chaque matinée pour son esprit
et laisser tombé des mauvaises.
Avec cette idée je te baise.

Je te le promets

Un fils m'a demandé
de parler à sa mère
pour un conseil
parce que elle m'écoute.

Une dame très amusante
vivante - courante un peu
le fils et moi sont
d'accord - c'est bien.

La dame a aussi un ami
un petit ami jaloux
qui pourrait être violent
voilà le problème.

Mais de se melanger
dans une vie de l'autre?
Oui - si on est des amis
surement le sauvetage.

Voici une possibilité
qu'il soit meurtrier
et on craint pour elle
il faut la faire rompre

Le fils m'a fait promettre
d'en parler de sa mère
d'instant je le ferai
pour lui, moi et elle.

Un Pastiche

Mon vieux - mon frère
je songe a te plaire
on n'aille jamais
à vivre  ensemble
aimer - et mourir
on prend notre loisir
au pays qui nous
ressemble
Là - tout n'est que rire fou
on est que des cailloux.

(Mes excuses à Charles Baudelaire)

Trouvere - ou es-tu?

Je tombe je tombe
je me trompe
de ma mappemonde
un jour de soleil
d'hiver
Je plonge je plonge
je me rallonge
sur la terre ronde
un jour de soleil
trouvere.

Enfant interieur

nous sommes
alles a la plage
mon fils adulte
et moi un jour
d'hiver beau

les nuages et
les vagues bleues
et tout un coup
il se penche
pour une coquille

Il continue
de les trouver
de les rejetter
pour qu'il aie
les meilleures.

Rose haiku

Boulversee autant
ma  vie en rose un ete
m'a prise en jazz

Une petite reflexion

Assise dans un cafe
sur les allees d'une ville
je bois un petit noir
a travers les vitres
des tetes de la mort
me regardent tristement

Posee sur mon derriere
reflechissante d'un jour
gris et pas trop pluvieux -
les maneges et les jeux
me faitent signe - ensuite
la maison hantee

Brusquement je me leve
et sans me resigner
a  la tombe qui m'attends
je me suis dit ce temps
dur et plein de malsanite:
saluts les cranes.

Un dimanche en Decembre

Un dimanche en Decembre
sous  le toit en haut
je vois encore le paysage
en ouvrant la fenetre
c'est froid un peu
le soleil brille sur les champs
brunes et dormants
En fermant les sales vitres
je cherche encore le mont
il est la derriere la poussiere
un peu moins opaque.
Je suis ici - et j'y reste
.........pour l'instant.

qui suis-je

Entre deux mondes
de Paris a Beziers
tout un coup -
en regardant
le paysage
une de mes vies est
partie de ma tete
et je suis ici.
 - transformee
Il ne reste que
cela - une ...

Dictating tool

Tonight are you among the living
Or among the dead?
If you look at the stars and the moon
You are still way ahead.

The world is filled with fiends
and scurrilous weirdness
But if you believe in yourself
Just do it with fierceness.

These thoughts are written
On the road to goodnight
Dictating with software
Laziness - not a luddite.

Somehow telling the world
what I really want to say
Is not as easily thought
cause the pen is my relay.

Hiver haiku rose

L'hiver  s'approche vite
les roses devant ma porte
s'éteignent croulées.

Aftermath haiku-

A party was held
cleaning up  - utensils all
coats back in closet.

Delayed contraction

Crying assault
and rape years after
is nothing but
a delayed distraction

Screaming bullying
in school years after
is nothing but
a relayed reaction

Victims of hatred
dogs' fear of abuser
is nothing but
an expended extraction

So when ladies
are pussygrabbed
it's an extreme but
stockaded traction.

Woolfers

On Facebook I belong
to a group of girls
of all ages (I hope)
they are quirky
laughing - screaming
kicking ass(I cope)
Possibly never
will I see any of
the delightful hussies
in real life(I mope)
But this weird troop
confirms my belief
in womanity
so Woolfer (I probe).

Monday thoughts

Would it not be nice
if the world was not
full of split

Would it not be great
if the earth was not
full of grit

Would it not be good
if my mind was not
full of shit

Une historie d'un moustique?

Un baiser dans l'air un soir
en été chaud au crépuscule
tombe sur ma vieille joue
sans que je sente la canicule
entourée de fibres féeriques
une fable au fond doux.

Mon bateau

Je suis comme une pantoufle
habillée en moufle
je ne veux pas être comme cela
assise dans le roufle
dans le bateau de la vie finie.
Oh Styx je viens un jour
pas tres lointain - mon amour -
mais je veux vivre sans
demain au futur absent
sur les vagues incertaines
les averses grêlées tendres
avec des larmes de fontaine
mon âme est a vendre
a la vie de bohème somnambule
et mon sort de vie m’éjacule.

Split

Staring out starkly
Posting nothing but piss
letting my thoughts slip
inveigling sadness
tearing apart a soul.

Thanx haiku

Old young flowers bloom
at the clan's dinner table
year after year - thanks.

Election elixir

The cool Nordic blood boiled alongside
with the brain's bedraggled fuzziness
Vigga the Voelva stared and swore
that this last election of the alderman
to the village's highest court was
more than she grievously bargained for.
She walked straight to her sister's hut
from her own at the village's outskirt
over the stream along the winding way
finding the wise woman Sophia
bent over a seid brewing darkly.
Good afternoon sister - what ferments
in your iron cauldron  - blasted
in elfish furnaces - a plum-colored
pasticcio of a momentous severity?
Well met, my sister Vigga, voelva mine
I hatched a hell-bent Nordic nectar
to counter the confounded election.
If you drink this broth with froth
you will forget the elixir as well -
and your brain will utterly obscure
not only the option that anybody had -
but also the people's chilly choice,
So do you want it, sister mine?
Tempting - the Voelva wisecracked,
but not enough to loose my loathing.
What-fore are you doing this?
To obliterate the opinions
of the pesky villagers - so we can
tergiversate their thinking.
Vigga the Voelva took a breath
turned before her sister high-born Sophia
and exclaimed suavely tossing
her long reddish white hair back.
That is not the way to do it,
Sister mine- you will fall a fool.
You must not do it even if you wanted.
Throw it out - now - fate is cast
and you know it willfully well.
The election of the new alderman
is neither to your or my likening
but people have chosen - so
dark destiny is in their own hands.
Vigga the Voelva went away
her head held high from the hut
where her highborn sister weighed -
and then did what she had to do.
Yggdrasil was indulgently irrigated
and her morning's musings
were annihilated with anger
but this action assured she understood.
Vigga the Voelva had hindered
her highborn history to be hacked
whether for the benefit of fate
or for the demolition of  doom
it would come at the end
the world tree would absorb
the lack of wisdom and dirt
- down in the ground a part
of the root system stopped
but next to the death grew
a new beguiling beginning -
in a couple of years it would
see the light of the day.

An Afterthought...?

War pictures shown
On the big screen
- terrifying
Poverty of dimensions
Heart curlingly horror -

But the sulphur mining
Conditions conditions
Java on the volcano
Made me boil.

This is not progress
makes me vomit
hating industries
forcing people to work
like less than animals.

Then later we forget
because it is convenient.
and yet with this
I shall mind what I buy
and my choices will
be more "green".

Thanks to James Nachtwey

Tuesday afternoon

Blank page - a clean slate
a young mind - inquisitive.
Alas, in uteri we scream
in birth - we truly yell
in an haphazardly way
we get born wherever.
Humans nurture nature
but nature nurtures humans -
will we be wiser than
our progenitors of yore?

Burried in the sand

An ostrich buried her head in the sand
wiggling her body around in it
all you could see was the bird's
feathered butt - dancing.

Two pence halfpenny (Tuppenceha'penny)

Two pence halfpenny
where are you now?
I was called that once!

Somewhere I do not
want to be - in a land
filled with bigots!

Two pence halfpenny
what will you do?
my uncle surely asked then.

Somewhere else
where my dreams
do not turn to delusions!

Two pence halfpenny
what is your future
dear little girl?

My "old'ness" years
I hope to live
in a village of my choice!

Ear worm - Inch worm

A ditty of a song
is an ear worm
over and over
in your brain
mine today
is inch worm,
So to rid of it
I youtube
Muppets -
Danny Kaye-
The great
Petit Charles-
how beautiful
little things are.


"inspired by an article in the Washington Post
Sunday November 6"

Election haiku

Orange leaves blue skies
picture perfect feeling worried
Elections are here.

Malbec - la voix rouge

Malbec
tu es rouge
dans mon petit ballon
par hasard
youtube avec Piaf
plus de 60 millions
Non je ne regrette rien.
Malbec
tu es rouge
dans mon coeur
en entendant
la voix de la rue
d'autrefois
ma jeunesse
Malbec
tu es encore rouge
dans mon corps
etourdie de la vie
douce France
la ou restera
ma vie finie.

Story of a rooster's luck

A rooster in Japan
yum yum
would be meatthree
yum yum
for lions and tigers
yum yum
in a zoo in Kyoto
yum yum
but thrice he didn't
yum yum
become meat
yum yum
so now he  is luck
yum yum
the feathers stricken
hum hum


Saw a story on the BBC's news about a rooster
who escaped from being fodder for lions  a few times
and therefore was inspired.

Hallow's Eve thoughts

Today
two books arrived from abroad
now I can get to read Italian
hurrah - when I have mastered that
in about thirty years' time
the next language might be
.... death,,.,