a syndrome reappears

Sarasota spooks encore
Yesterday in the syndrome’s sphere
Could not find anything
Back on a vacation in one room
To when the kids were young
When I was younger.

But this time the illness
Was exacerbated megaly
Every minute was
“Where is??!??
And this time it was
At home within the walls.

By nightfall laughter
Became hysterical
And I was about
To pack up and ship out
Which is what I did.
Today wasn’t better.

A tempest’s brew

Wish I could write like Shakespeare
And do the motley fool’s thing
Of making fun of the world’s kings
Or comment on politicians’ sphere
Square and hypothetical humans
Of all races and nations’ brood
Till the end of my time’s cue
The idiocy of the pride of man
All the late night shows’ hosts
Are fun feisty heinous  and wise
But their jokes relieve no demise
They show often the world’s hoax
My musings reflect frustration
With the words’ load of impact
 the utterings of idiots’ thoughts
Are what the world’s stage wrought
And only stupidity’s pride is intact.

Desperate last minute preparations

Whenever you have to plan
be it a trip a dinner or a pan
of whatever you want to do
or eat with chewing cashew
there's  last minute brouhahas
and a tad even for food comas
so if you go to down under
you well better plan asunder
the party only works just if
your man willingly in a whiff
runs out to get last minute roses
adding chocolate by osmosis.
 

Thanks to Poul for always be a 
very accommodating runner

Daffodils in memoriam

We met when daffodils
were young
and we were too
now again the yellow
is peeking out from
the green
And you are gone
and yet
I shall go where you were

To me the daffodils
are you.

Liver or not

Haruspex’ reading
Has long threads
Of ancient divination
Spirulina says
The ides of March
Julius there’s danger
I read it in the liver.
Today the Voelva
Predicts not
Having seen deeply
Inside the rotten meat
There is danger
For someone who thinks
He is emperor.

Brewing of time

Brewing ale and wine
a task as old as time
whereas brewing words
on paper or online
are but  different accords
thus the fact of mime
this undertaking of slime
a recipe for the gourd

Philosophizing on brewing
is older than the written word

Earthlings earthiness

 Revolvers resolve   nothing
Revolutions rarely do
Murder and mayhem
Sometimes supposedly
Clears the clearing
Only to be painfully pathetic
And the killing kills everything
Woeful words hurting
The individuals involved
Can only grasp gruesomely
That the warring Wanderer
Has nowhere to truly tarry
And might as well wonder
What s/he is doing doomed
Among guns of ignorant idiocy
There is little lackluster hope
That the world will ever change
Mayhap it is for the best
Man has literally learnt nothing
Will forever eventually err
The morale is for us mortals
A reality of the day : we will die

A storm is brewing

wish that I were like Stormy
who answers every insult
with an elegant/snide brew

wish to avoid vividly
the unwanted proposals
the contempt and miscues

I need to brush up feistily
on my dormant language skills
and let anyone get stewed


"On reading about "Stormy Daniels' tweets"

Thoughts on opiods

Opiods and pain
right as rain
in a biped's mind
needs or wants
ends or founts
this is hell combined.

Stressed

Currently a lot happening
the duality of the ego
a truly infamous truth
sometimes I am me
at other times myself.

Bagdad

Fabled city of Haroun al Rashid
of beauty and bonfires
Bagdad - a bild of a city
a picture in an exhibition
with musical notes of Arabian flavors

Fabulous town of renown
now decimated daringly
of  lost binding hopes
in a city of war and mayhem
yet the kids play in the eastern ruins

Saw a picture today "Bagdad" named
the sand dusted color with
plots bots and polkadots
musical notes and winding bits
a depiction of chaos in harmony

A synthetic symphony  of yore
in 1258 destroyed by the Mongols
its heyday during the Abbasids
now again undesirably bombed
its imaginary beauty remains


On seeing "Bagdad" by Mark Tobey 

everyman/woman’s everyday choice

The art  of healthy choices
Is devilishly daunting
Do I take a pill to survive
Yes of course but
With a cautious caveat
Of accepting side effects.
Maybe I should gobble
A super supplement
To prevent as a precaution
A precarious disease
In the unknown future
With no clear sequel.
Or should I be like
a Christian Scientist
Who denies definitively
That medicine natural/
synthetic is evil and
only pious prayer prevails?
What confusing conundrums
For everywoman everywhere!

Mnemosyne's failure

Mnemosyne did something unusual
this early morn at my table
she failed me totally
none of the muses stood me by
in the hands of usual mundane acts
I took a pill twice!

Mellow Yellow

Threads of silk  combined
into a scarf of renowned beauty
the emperor's aurolent sign
of displeasure of a person
translates into a command
of auric self-assasination.
Such a beauty of color
for such a terrible feat
yet the sun is also a killer
this planet could not live
without the "yellow"  giver.

Europa - a dream

Zeus the conqueror
raped violenty Europa -
King Minos judged
the dead in Hades

Grecian democracy
lasted ten years
otherwise wars
ravaged Europa

Ever since so
is it a wonder
that people dream
of peaceful Europa

Europe split again
Britain and now
Italy's democracy
scatters the chimera

Rodina - the bear cub
claps her hands
hopes for the incubus
of self-loathing of Europe

and old hatred -  fear -
the "others" - strangers
the mirage of the desert
splintered Europa

Somewhere in the world

Somewhere in the world
a concert is going on
performers getting ready
to entertain

somewhere in Europe
attendees are driving
towards the goal
it is not a match

somewhere in France
Villeneuve-lès-Béziers
two people-my ears
my mind as well

Year one

A baby's first birthday
is an important one
in other cultures
that's when you start
counting so year one
is year zero -

All the grandparents
and adopted ones
were present
that's is important
to eat your cake
at age one!

For Sammy

bump bump

Banged my head
Kitchen door knob
Bump bump
Trying to bake
A lovely chocolate
Torta caprese
Bump bump
But a head band
Plus a cooling pad.
In oven and cool
Bump bump
After that hubby
Arrived home
Sat and asked him
To take out the cake
Bump bump
To cool the oeuvre
Fell off the heat pump
Hubby “rescued”
The smashed cookie
Bump bump

Gargoylian poets

Winding windy windows

in an old medieval castle

a grotesque gargoyle

an architectural function

of human foibles and fun

drowning out the slave labor

of stone cutters' dangerous job

Words wound up will

remain eternally dangerous

an uncanny understanding

of making jest of dictators

and their egocentric quirks

drumming up a storm

for the powerful to plunge

 

waiting for a doc's call

waiting for a doc's call
...
should be there by now
it is important to me
so what' the hold up
....
alas somebody else's
is just as necessary
wait your turn
.....
I am glad I am not the one
who decides whose need
takes precedence
......
waiting for a doc's call

orb is me

At a full orb
Houhoued lustily
To shock the lone
Mouse and friends
She winked
Back a long time
And I started
Dancing swirling
Remembering
At once who and why
But not how
Or vice versa
So to let out
Anger joy and
Just being me
Near the Orb

Poetess' lament

Struggling to find new ideas
to write about this or that
I do not even care if I fulfill
my one-poem-a-day spat
of a  new year's resolve
it was just a moment's pluck
and here I punish myself
adding a flag: a schmuck.

The Voelva woebegone

Bumbling over a branch
twisting her train of thoughts
Vigga the Voelva was
meandering moaning
her hurt and her mortal parts
the toes and their talus
she had to get away again
off to somewhere precious
her tiny so-called paradise
her patience was wearing
thin and threadbare due to
her fathomless fate and
the terrible torn times.
But she was in a bind
her daughter Gemma Sarah
was about to give birth
the voelva felt family ties
welling up from deep
a soul's shivering shout
that she must tarry hither
to help the dear daughter
but be stifled in her spirit
so she was admonishing
herself acutely and hard
It is only a minute moment
of her livable lifespan
as a mindful mother
it is auspiciously all right
for her to remain albeit restless
and help her beloved bairn.
The affliction in her ankle
subsided a bit awhile
however her brainwaves
boiled intensely internally
she bit her infirm lips
listlessly and a little lost.

A virtual date

Mon rendez-vous virtuel
Me donne un plaisir
D’amitié aimante
Et je t’attends ton coup
Chaque mercredi

Not a too significant day

Today's date is not significant
unless you die - you are born
or it is a  leap year

Today's date in history is
The call for help in Alamo
Andrew Johnson impreached

Adolf Hitler debuted
his new 25 point program
Gregor decrees a calendar change

Chopin debutes in Warszawa
Francois 1 was a prisoner in Padua
I proposed to my husband

Vignette from afar

Maxim’s in Rockville
Paris follows me
Everywhere I Go
Dancing, drinking
In the dream’s thrill

Miaulements - jappements

Des chats miaulent
pour des raisons de soi
des humans crient
a cause des maux
ou des beaux
souvent bipolaires

Des chiens aboient
souvent de joie
des gens s'enguelent
a cause d'orgueil
ou de l'amour
souvent contre coeur

Summer in February haiku

unseasonally
in February sunny
bees' search for honey

Dimitri - I miss you

Your mellow dark tone of voice

licks my ears - inserts yourself

Your Don Giovanni beckons

me to come to the window

Gladly I would jump!


Hvorostovsky in memoriam
and of course Mozart!!

Fake war?

Heydays display

an array of shadows

glows warmly

zombies dancing

prancing their souls

ghouls they are not

but sad dead meat

feasts on flowers

powering up their

fair dreams - delight

mighty hallows

shallow whirlpool

a cool scream - war

lore of fake beauty

 

Wtf??

What life has in store for me except death?
To the end of my days I shall fight
For healthy living without hate.

What life will still show me?
To dance and be happy?
Fun days and smiles

What life's surprises
To healing anger
For past faults

What dances?
To the end
For elan

Wtf

Nobody looks at you anyway

Self introspection hammers
the teen's heart so vividly
that everybody is looking at me

Mirror mirror on the wall
who has the biggest zit of all
drums through the mind

At twenty you know fully
that you are conspicous
at least you think you are

Your thirties and forties
spell out a different tone
you are ambitious with/out kids

Still in your fifties the self
is large but knowingly
you laugh at your ego a tad

In your sixties realization
kicks in and hits hard
nobody looks at you anyway

The seventies is yet the best
embracing who gives a fuck
I look amazingly well for myself!!

L'amoire de ma vie

Mon armoire personnelle 
a moins deux cotés
grande et volumineuse
ouverte et cachée
beaucoup des tiroirs
pas autant des mes années
mais pour tout expliquer
qu'elle fait partie
de ma vie privée
d'une odyssée flâneuse
des belles histoires
et des moins jolies
surtout terrestrielles
Une boîte d'une corbelle.

Thaw day haiku

warm winter thaw day
dark bed with budding green sprouts
gratefully alive

Burying my head under the wings of the Renaissance

You winged spirit of yore
help me just once more
so I can fly truly away
forget about the every day
the beauty I shall encounter
the horse that wasn't saunter’d
but can I ride it anyway
to pick my dreams galore

Pegasus your wondrous beast
where in the Roman forum a feast
of Renaissance men did you find
the ones that came after were blind
to aesthetics of smooth order
specially now with all slaughter
so my request has been declined
you existed - you were my yeast

Of Leonardo's horse I betray
my thoughts of riding astray
away now on gossamer wings
to lala land or just a fling
holding onto your manly mane
sensual figure with a brain
a woman's grip onto a swing
my ride will be just a play.

Valentine's reckoning

Valentine's day massacre
at a normal US high school
an American tragedy again
not a single Congressman
will lift a finger to repeal
the second amendment
seeping only blood money
through his greedy fingers

Never a dervish once more

dervishes prance their dream dance
to become enlightened - religiously
when I swirl in my imaginary waltz
somehow I just wrangle my corpse
from becoming completely obsolete
seriously comic or comically serious
some days I still dream of dancing
with my leader of the viennese
at sixteen when I felt like a dervish

Leo my leo

An  afternoon with you
Would be an intaglio of
Tinted curveous dream
Sfumato in the Tuscan
Countryside of yore
Where nothing is
What it seemed to be
Dolce  colori dimly lit
Water flow from a river
You would describe
Your take on nature
I would talk about
How your inventions
Your investigations
Presaged what is now
And I would invite you
To time travel with me.
You would probably
Take me up on my offer
Wanting to know
Another 500 years
Knowledge of science
Realizing that you
In your time was
The only renaissance man
And in mine too.

Argumentos - d"Artagnan

"Everything is an argument"
 a writer's tool of a help book
you have to have a beginning
an end - but first a great hook
Consisting of three elements
just to have it  well precook(ed)
ethos - pathos - and sure logos
in fair and equal allotment

Not forgetting all the segments
of some grand majestic gooks
Athos, “ethical" musketeer
plots  murdering the evil crooks
Portos, wine, women, represents
Sings loyalty to royal rooks
Aramis strikes a moral pose;
D'Artagnan's eternal laments.


In order for the poetess ability to 
remember the three modes of
persuasion she had to make them
into the three Musketeers plus
d"Artagnan for all for one
and one for all

Musings on fatbergs

Fatbergs are like big poos
they stop they materialize
but they show one thing
that we all have much too
much shit in our lives

Fatbergs are like big todos
they clog the veins of London
Paris, New York - elsewhere
so do not pour all the goo
down the poor drains.

Elixir della vita

He loves him
He loves you back not
No love between
The soiled sheets
Standing up
Maybe in a back alley
The semen flows

Her hands fumbles
Massaging the nipple
As she licks
Her lady’s clit
And she ejaculates
In tandem with
Her coming

He fondles her
Masterly
Beats her
While tying her
To the bed
Now he spurts

She licks
His member
Proudly
Getting hit
By a white
Watery fall

The poetess
Could go on
Describing
The fountains
Of elixirs
D’amore

The sordid
The hateful
The powerless
The “me”s
And the “I”s
Not the “we”

The loving
The greatest
The giving
relationship
That truly works
An elusive
Elixir della vita

An egg

Would you give an egg
for every season
For any reason
For the kids to be fed

Would you give an egg
For each love
Under or above
For the life we led

Would you give an egg
For the tradition
For your ambition
To be surely met

Would you give an egg
Just to stay alive
In or out the hive
For all we said

Inspired by an egg
Fabergé exhibit
Love’s tidbits
From life to death

A political comment

Hark

Bark

Lark

Snark

Hark the trumpets

Bark the hounds
Lark at thyself
Snark at others

Hiccup
Big stop
larrikin
snarky trump

Larmes du moi(s)

Je me suis réveillée
Un jour de février
Un peu plein de tristesse
Des amours perdus
Vrais ou perçus
De ma tendre jeunesse
Jusqu’à maintenant
Tous les amants
À ma laide viellesse
Je t’ai tellement aimé
Mon cerveau est percé
Encore ma faiblesse
Au lieu de rire j’eus
Des cauchemars dus
À un être de prouesse
Les hommes m’aimant
Sont des intelligents
Mon spleen me trahisse.

Daily routine

Too tired to do anything
Not even to read
Yawning
Yearning
To go early to bed
Tomorrow will soon ring

Doggie thoughts: Bonnie

My mistress - the tough broad
not letting me cross the road
even though
I wanted to go
into the woods
to find extra foods

I do not remember when
I was little and then
starving alone
lost on my own
a one-day stand
a buldoggie ham

Had a whole litter
some did whither
but most of all I
hunted and my
stomach empty
at times plenty

But even years later
with a family safer
I still remember
in dark December
that I was hungry
: the bunny crunchy

That is the reason why
when my mistress and I
go for a walk
doing just small talk
I still pull my leash
for the extra feast.

Des fleurs en Février

Il n'y a pas des fleurs en Février
seulement l'espoir de regarder
leurs couronnes leurs corps

Sur le hémisphère du sud
il y en a des fleurs en Février
ils existent fièrement là

Voyant à l'intérieur très court
leurs couleurs imaginables
me donnent quand même soif

de vivre violemment et fort
sans que j'oublie les nuances
offrant les fleurettes févriennes. 

Ma folle voisine

Ma folle voisine
comme je t'aime
ma petite soeur

Ma folle voisine
comme une reine
tu n'as pas peur

Ma folle voisine
comme t'es belle
pleine de rigueur

Ma folle voisine
de temps isabelle
sans le vrai bonheur

Ma folle voisine
tu te bats vraiment
un juste défenseur

Ma folle voisine
t'écris fièrement
un pur promoteur

Ma folle voisine
tu es suprême
mon âme soeur.

A thought of genealogy

From sisters and your friends
You can learn so so much
What to do what to say
How to really upend
Your soul and your galosh
at the end of the day
You must thus remember
You  are surely alone
Must stand up for yourself
When you reach September
You hit a new milestone
Where nothing is withheld
So the world should worry
All atomic grandmas
With issues of their own
Will forever carry
Their final enigmas
To the earth : their tombstone.

Hej du

Trøstende din søster
altid så betænksom
en rigtig god ven
håber inderligt på
trods alt og mere
at vi snart ses igen.

A change of mind

Reading the paper today
made me realize
to survive this needs
a change of mind

The news is history
of true dramatics
of humanity's inhuman
shameless behavior -

Not to be bogged down by
the everyday hazards
"la comédie humaine"
is theatre incarnate.

Reliure

Je relis un livre
si affreux dans son thème

je réfléchis ivre
Bloquant anathème

le destin d'un être
au fond des problèmes

La foi fait bien naître
Pas les gens qui s'aiment

le pourvoir singulier
la suppression suprême

les fanatiques mortiers
sont racistes eux-mêmes

(ecrit le 31.1)

Sens de mimosas

Retournante viellarde
à Paris pour peu de temps
sniffant des mimosas
à Place Fürstenberg
chez un fleuriste
un moment de mémoire
pas attendu - du tout
un voyage à Nice
an 1961 avec mes parents
au printemps -
au mois de janvier
dans quartier latin.
 

Une promenade d'après-midi

La dernière promenade
j'ai heureusement rencontré
les fameuses dames du village
et la dernière fut en retard

Des couvertures des tables
d'une soirée fut "les bons draps"
d'autrefois en damascène
Je les ai souhaitées
tenir les bancs chauds!


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A new Day help

Eden lost in one day
what a  complex sway
A roll in the hay?
No - work for good bye
a drawn-out sigh
and here is just why
gotta leave the senses
but in my defences
must have new lenses
my outlook is bland
only I it change can
welcome to Trumpland

Rejsen fra paradis

Rejsen begyndte i aften
fjernede fjernsynet
vaskemaskinen kører
i flere omgange
apparater oplades
papirer - nøgler -
tanketom på automatisk
opkørsel af huslukning
imens jeg skriger
indvendigt
skifter sengetøjet
selvom sommeren er
en ørkens selvblind
min hals snørrer sig sammen
jeg har endnu et døgn
Rejsen begynder nu....

Une triste histoire?

Tristesse and déséquilibre
ma mère voulait dire
tu te baignes dans toi-même
augmente vraiment le barême
des fois on a besoin
mais pas un  beau matin
comme ce-lui ci
car maintenant c'est ta vie
saute de ton lit chère madame
petit-dejeunes une banane

Un peu de statistique

Une fois que je découvre
qu'une copine est vraiment une copine
qu'un copain est ultérieurement un cochon
alors je laisse tomber le cochon
et garder la copine
voilà ma journée est complète!

Une fois je fais cette découverte
les pertes et les moyennes sont
des statistiques plus values et évouluées

Leaving lump

The lump in my throat
every time I am about to leave
I cannot breathe
a rope around my neck
it comes earlier
than I expected this time
Paradise without Eva
is like Eva without Adam!

Solution?

Tout un coup - je dois voyager
sans que je puisse surtout rêver
en risquant de perdre mon espoir
traversant la fin de ma trajectoire
il me faut rejeter l'obstacle
qui n'est pas un grand miracle
car c'est moi qui est le problème
et  hausse le trop fort barème
voilà il faut faire la vraie bataille
et danser une folle passacaille. 

L'existentiel

je lis des livres
que je m'en ivre
la beauté d'imagination

des pensées vives
dans ma tête étourdie
de temps en temps

j'y fais un rencontre
qui sûrement démontre
la brèche minuscule

le roman et la réalité
se pose en totalité
des défis jumelés

Dommage

Cette nuit aussi
mal dormi
ma vie ici
je pars tot
trop bientôt
c'est mon lot.

Your own advice - it bites

A lunch between friends

of not such a long time

our notes sound a blend 

of a kindred sublime

chatting along the salads

of different lives' ballads

drinking Perrier of source

ending with coffee of course

A fab technician

right in his life's prime

she is the optician

he is on double-time

mid in his wonder years

pondering- the fog clears

when he takes a firm stand

his dilemma  - no magic wand

What if - then - why - not

Dare to leave her be

But she's all I've got

the essential: she is me

how can anyone solve

this conundrum and evolve

away from a symbiose

so strong -comatose

You will know one day

you decide for yourself

only you can have a say

over your own fate - help

is when you realize that

it is your own single path

or force her to give up

something for you - stop.

Rituel du matin

Un village meridional
une maison moyen age
une chambre à coucher
les rideaux levés
exulte le corps vivant
Une descente des escalier
ouvrant des volets
la rue médiéval
la voûte fatale eclairée
du matin - ensoleilé
une cuisine très classique
d'une porte qui sort
en faisant mon petit dejeun
je m'assis en face d'une vue
en rêvant de ma vie. 

Un défi

Poème
à deux
syllabe
défi
réel
mais le
golem!
Oh - euh
un slab
écrit
avec
miel du
poète.
Adieu.

A new me?!?

Went to the chiropractor
in my little village
never saw him before
told him a little about me

he did not break my limbs
he tenderly tore them
he just adjusted
the non-adjustables

Waddled and walked
differently home
to my little  house
the new me is still me

Relative à la relation humaine

Des mots d'une relation
sont importants -  sache
que dès qu'on ne fait rien
souvent l'autre être humain
ne repond comme on voudrait
parce que eux ont
trouvé - tes idées -
manquants ou toi
- ma foi -
tu - toi-même - es irritée
si l'amitié doit rester
c'est pourtant ta tâche
d'expliquer pourquoi
ou non - fini la relation.

Au revoir

On dit au revoir souvent
de temps en temps
on sait que cela est fini
le mouvement parti
il faut reconnaitre
la vie est en centimetre
trouver son destin
ailleurs demain
on part - on change
nos vies se mélangent
une petite nano seconde
après on se vagabonde.

Reflection

Reflection sur une chose
un fait divers ailleurs
donne nul pour cause
si tu n'en fait rien
tu te débouilles
comme un voyageur
aussi un acamédien
le fait ne te touche
et tu te couche
sous ton duvet
avec le brevet
du non-action
avec énonciation
que si tout le monde
dit cela - c'est ronde
et la vie de passion
sera sans excitation.
 

Hai(e)r story

looked terrible my hair did
felt awfully old I did
changed its color did
feel like a new me did
not alter anything but did
wonders for my self - done

My blonde beautiful friend

My blonde beautiful friend
caring sweet and fun
wildly hurt by life
refusing to become a victim
making sure that
nobody else around her
falls into the same traps.

I salute your gumption
and make you my model
smiling and laughing
with that knowledge
that we must look out
for our friends and ourselves.
You are a gem, Julie.

Une soirée vinérifique

Une table dans la cuisine
des amis autour
du nourriture d'hiver
le temps : il pleuvait
Sur la table des bouteilles
du vigneron 2012-13-14
apportées pour essayer
le temps : il parlait

Mon vieux corps

Tel est la vie corporelle
qu'elle fait des besoins naturelles

Le cadavre n'est pas immortel
ni comme une hirondelle

Ma squelette n'est ni fidèle
ni non plus top-modèle

 Se méfiant de l'âge "harouelle"
c'est totalement le bordel. 

Reflet

Ici dans mon lit
je ne lis
je réfléchis
Je me vois
dans le miroir
sans toi
sans nous-même
qu'on s'aime
sans barème.
Je suis myope
mon periscope
ne voit que stop.

Ouch

My arm hurts
cannot sleep
only lie in a special position,
my shoulder hurts
cannot do much
not even hug you
my neck hurts
turning my head
is rather painful
not asking why
just wishing
that my body parts
would return
to normal
and I shall be more
careful and  love them
in the future
respect them
something hurt
bodywise
my loved ones
that s the only thing
I can think of.

Une petite révolte

J'en ai marre d'être pris
pour "la gentille femme"
qui est toujours là
qui ne dise rien
qui est souriante
qui n'explode jamais
---
J'en ai marre de faire
partie d'une génération
silencieuse même si
je suis soixantehuitarde
mais les hommes
encore nous prennent
pour leurs jeux
---
J'en ai marre de moi-même
de tomber encore
une fois dans le trou
et faire semblante
d'être accordante
et de ne rien dire
Messieurs et les autres:
Non non et non

Chez nous

une vie à part
d'un village
des racines
des vignes
en rencontrant
une femme hier
sur mon chemin
elle est revenue
de la grande ville
dans son village
elle se sent bien
marchant
comme moi
dans la garrique
au soleil au vent
elle est de chez elle
et moi de chez moi

La balance difficile

"Balance ton porc" et "Me too"
agression et viol inexcusable
comme disent les  francaises

Il ne faut pas rendre les jeux
de l'amour et  l'attraction nul
la personne est surtout sensuelle

Si on rate l'amour avec la politique
seule la procréation pour  l'humanité
on reste un monde squelettique

Balance ta vie très élégamment
joue avec l'amour sans depasser
les bornes de ton propre autrui

Floden der fløj

Landskabets tågedis langt borte
ligger som en flod der flyder
gennem luftens spejlkastel
selvom virkeligheden er at
det blot er vandlegemets em.

A grand piano

A pianist played his instrument
beautifully - all public - content
after the concert he then went
and asked some of the men
to move the beautiful ornament
into his nearby apartment
it so happened in increments
for the onlookers a divertissement
The piano moved - an incident
of gratitude - a public's testament.

Idée introspective du matin

Comme une femme agée
je   suis perturbée
par le monde extérieur
sans dire des choses
sur le plan intérieur
car si mes idées coulent
dans les pierres du sol
hélas je les bredouille
car elles sont frivoles
ma vie comme des autres
ne vaut rien que la vôtre.

Et gydekys

De unge må have gået her
i århundrede og flere
et blik, et klem og et kys
måske endda meget mere
en aftenstund fulgte jeg
den samme vej - du kære.
Alderen og mennesket
var i en anden sfære.

Un histoire d'une maison (1)

La maison me parle
de son passé écoulé
au Moyen Age
elle fût battue
sur des ruines
son premier habitant
était un homme
qui voulait être
au milieu du village
il cherchait la sécurité
pour sa famille
il ne l'avait pas finie
sa deuxième fille
et son mari l'eut faite.
Quartre générations.

La vie du village
fut comme partout
la chatelaine du chateau
(la dernière)
cachait des Cathars
et pour cela
elle fut prisonnière
bouleversant
la vie un peu
car l'évêque narbonnaise
mandatait que l'église
devait être plein
tous les matins. 

Im Moment die Ruh

Die Ruh findet ich in mich selbst nicht
denn die gibt est nur einmal im Tag
wenn ich schreibe ein kleines Gedicht
im Moment ist sie für mich ein Dach.

La comédie inhumaine

Après une vie active

un couple qui s'aime

graduellement c'est

la vraie décrépitude.

Leurs enfants voient

comment les vieux 

encore se débrouillent 

et ce n'est pas la joie.

Les pépés et les mémés

vivent chaque jours

sans que un d'eux

n'est pas là en réalité. 

L'autre avec ses facultés

vit et pour son corps fragile

c'est la prison infernale

car l'autrui est enfermé

dans son propre monde

mais il réagit de temps 

en temps - parfois

en rendant l'autre ronde

Le pire dit la progéniture

est quand ils se couchent

pour la nuit très très tôt  
enlevant leurs dentures.

Merci à Caroline pour cette image

vive de ses grands parents

A winery story

A man told me his story

from engineering to 

self-sustaining farmer

only what now remains

the three hectares vinyeards

experimenting with

fermentations and blending

all kinds of grape varieties 

sometimes he takes

jerrycans and fills them

with bad wine experiments

goes out into the woods

poor the undrinkable out

-

he has enough wine still

to drink every year.

Mon année érotique expliquée

Mon année érotique 

d'un rêve explique  

dans la nuit  au lit

j'aime de chevaucher

ton beau errant zizi

faire lui qu'il entre

fermement au gré

dans mon ventre

d'abord lentement

de plus en plus vif

en ce tendre moment

buvant une coupe

et restant sur lui

comme en troupe

seulement deux

personnes qui font

l'amour avec humour.

La marmite

Si possible de vivre en 2018
sans des gros problèmes
en ce moment mon oeil coule
déjà c'est un blasphème
Ma resolution pour cette année
si on exclut la bonne santé
est d'écrire un poème
journalier - dans la marmite!

Des vagues

Des vagues des océans sont vagues
grandes ou petites ondulantes
des ondes reçoivent  d'une opalescence
creée par le ciel parfois cirant
des couleurs jouent d'une coalescence
avec nos esprits embrouillants.

In Limbo

Few days before new year
at wit's end
what has this year done
where am I going

The hashtag #MeToo
ou Balance ton Porc
is the only real thing
which happened

The usual disasters
cheating lying
warring or mongering
the same shit

Hope is a glimmer
not being grasped
compared to politics
and world hunger

The witch's end is alas
nonetheless dim
just maybe in all this
a beacon in the everyday

Belgian chocolates

Belgian chocolates are like
my Belgian friends
they are so fuzzily warm
melting on my tongue
without any problems
except for calorie-laden
with sweetness galore
and joyful memories!

Wiggling toes

An eve of TV
I could not sleep
Restless feet
wriggling toes
tossing around
This morn
awakening
earlier feeling
somehow rested
reading about
geniuses' habits
Nikola Tesla
wriggling toes
claiming power
to the brain
so just maybe
today I am
a brainiac?

Mon homme sucré

Mon homme sucré

loin de mes envies

je t'en veux 

même si tu n'es pas

là à présent 

pour ma santé

mentale - 

dorénavant

inquiétant

Mon homme sucré

Mon homme sucé

loin de mes envies

je t'en veux

maintenant même

si ce n'est pas 

possible de te toucher

pour mon peau

physique

d'ores et déjà

Mon homme sucé

Mon homme supplicié

loin de mes envies

je t'en veux

subitement 

dans mes pensées

et mes mains

me font l'amour

mon corps brûle

à présent 

Mon homme supplicié

Mon homme sucré

loin de mes envies

je t'en veux

vivement

dans l'esprit corporel

pour mon bien-être

psychique 

porte-bonheur

justement

Mon homme sucré

D'autrui

Un repas de Noël entre amis
dans un monde different
était  très nourrissant
cela sera dès d'aujourd'hui
ma devise de tous les jour
les gens sont mes vrais amours 

Et vinduesgruk

Et vindueskig fra oven
er et vidunderligt vue
af vinmarkers vinterbrune kulører
iblandet tagenes tagsten
et vinduesunder en morgen
dagens dont er ganske ny.

Le canard de Noël

Un Noël en Occitanie
il fallait un canard
pour servir aux amis.

Un matin le départ
fut tôt pour arriver
au marché du jeudi

procurant chez volailler
l'animal du repas -
pour la fête en tout cas

et pour le pauvre canard
il a un couleur blafard
mais quand il sortira du four
il portera un pompadour.

Mon humeur d'ici

D'être ici c'est d'être vivante
dans mon village préféré
ma vie reste gallopante
dès que je suis rentrée
ici c'est le vrai existence
sur la terre manouevrée
entre les vignes grimpantes
je  me sens délivrée!

Another bloody cold

I would be rich if every time
I had a cold  and blew my nose
the droplets in lieu of transfusing
mucus would be a fancy dose
of dimes and  golden dollars
instead just sniffing and losing
time and rolling up my collars
taking in tea and more musings
of why the vira love me so
the tip and tap from the sniffer
will not make me any richer
except to take it easy and blow
a day or three: fuck my slime.

An angry thought of some men's view on women

Salem witches brewed
the courts thus spewed
I see forelash
you flee hot flash
honesty prevails?
No fool curtails
what the public wants:
you grab our cunts!

A fairy fey

Of you I sing and dance
of thy brow and spear
often I dream and devour
of thy nature I applaud
of you to waltzing away
on lily flowers in the pond
of fairy feys you seem
over the top and sailed away....