May 1st - a mayfly

A Mayfly flew by the ponder pond
where Vigga the Voeva was meandering
slowly slovenly almost like a ephemera
a little larvae a nonsensical nymph
to evolve eventually into a day fly
only to mate meteorically in air
and the well-worn Voelva stubbed
her toes on a tilted stone at the water's edge
she murmured mildly ouch
continuing her daily dabble in nature
thinking that she as a shelagh
was also a mayfly having mated but once.
Granted she had been molested
but that did not consciously count
as anything but a rape on her soul
scarred with a memory forever
reminding her of the emasculated elf
who at least had atoned for his devious deed
and had since become her friend.
How strange a life can be -
she never again met her lovely lover
of that summer as a beauty and a butterfly
The mayfly would not really turn into one
In an imaginary imago of her wondrous world
it could surely and certainly occur
Was there almost anything more for  her
to experience extensively at the age of almost
seventy - well when she thought of her sister
Sophia  the highborn and  wise woman
that she lived her luck of life
in a cavernous vacuum where she saw
everything as in patterns and sewing
her trundling threads  slowly moving
so that she - Sophia could give advice
like Athena in Athens a long time ago.

The Mayfly meandered through the air
and Vigga the Voelva  wanted to follow it.
She wanted to dance around the maypole
It was a beautiful Beltane today because
she was going to hold the Elf -her friend-
accountable for his promise around
Samhain the day of the harvest feast
that something would happen
the year she turned sovereignly seventy
that she would embark on her trip towards
the unknown and yet so well-known
other place in Gaelic highlands where
she had spent one stupendous summer
ad mayhap she would find Shmuel
the trader of hearts and joy again
or she would find a new meaning
to her dreary wintry well-worn body?
Was that too much to ask of fate
on a new Mayday as a Mayfly?

Words words words I am not sick of them

Words words words words words words words words
Can can can can can can can can can can can can
Not not not not not not not not not not not not not
Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill
But but but
They they they they they they they they they they they
Express express express what what what what
We
Think and feel and what we do not think and feel
But if we do not have the freedom to express our selves
Then then
Our world / words will be limited limite limit limi lim li l ..

So so so

At a ball
at a dinner
off to bed


so high that I need to booze
so low that I need to schmooze
so mediocre that I need to snooze

so
so
s(n)o(re)

Lost a book memory

Ever tried to read a book
and you know you have been in it before?
no clue of what it's about -
except you have a vague feeling
of deja vu  for the umpteen time encore
My memory is a snook!

month of April haiku

Last days of April
Wild ride and a slower one
Tempo andante

Couldn’t taste it

From the corner waiting
For a table at an Italian diner
Nothing is a reminder
Of sweet Roman eves
Of Vespas whisking by
Of the trassevere area
Where I once stayed
Only wanting to savor
A gustatory memory
Comparing an old street
In an urban Roman spot
With the new suburbs
In a strip mall in the U. S.
Does not come across
Even though the food
Was actually quite tasty!

Because I said so

This is a poem
Because I say so
Schopenhauer’s
Will to see the reality
Is based on his
Empirical ideas
The colors in music
Remain an illusion
Only the metaphysics
Of this illusory game
Called human will
Is to be questioned.
Is this still a stanza?

Lopper i maven?

Har vi lopper i maven
eller er det fuglefjer -
forventningsglaede?
Er stress og sygdom
for en gangs skyld
ikke en undskyldning?
Er det bare det
at se fremtiden an
i et roedmende lys?
Skal jeg give svar
paa noget som jeg
end ikke aner endnu?
Er det at et menneske
snart skal foedes
ikke nok for eftertiden?
Er hver eneste draabe
enkelte hop eller drop
ikke et mikrokosmos?

Encore le trou

Comme dans une boite
enchainée et coite
rien m’attire ici
je suis crucifie
il faut me reveiller
et vraiment resserrer
mon esprit et mon cul
ne sont des pustules

Every day stress

Boiling underneath
quietly stressed
sleep deprived
what else is new
in a woman's state

Low key anger
seeking relief
still sleep short
what else is there
of a woman's fate

It is the everyday
that wears you down
it is the every way
that tears you up
on  a woman's plate 

French Baguette

A longish lament
Or a lopsided loaf
Of soulful sadness
having devoured
The death poet’s
Daunting  declaration
Of freedom from
Tyrannical toads
Following Neruda’s
Painting bread
As pecuniary words
Knowing kneading
Is necessary to
Form a fancy
French baguette
But to bake it
Is a caustic case
Requiring respect
For winding words
Which one can
Eat with pleasure
Or swallow swiftly
It being Gallic
Goes without saying
Theatrical tales
Of breads and words

redacted reality

Idealistic world views
Remain illusional
Realistic world regards
Allude to starkness
Dark world soothsaying
Hails tyrant idiocy
With no respect for
Humility and humanity.
Suppression of poets
Thinkers and the press
Undoes the earthly visions
when nothing but anger
Can allude to the coming
Revolutionary realm.

W- tale

my uncle took
my virginity

13 years old
I was sold

I would not
but I had to

I was tatooed
and sent

away to serve
old - young

my baby died
in my womb

I still served
young and old

in a brothel
somewhere

To tolerate
what happened

is is a wonder
that I did drugs?

By the time
I was 27 -

I had served
more 10000 men

what else
Is there to say?

Learning

Grasping new stuff
is a full cause
never give up
or take a pause
if you just stop
or take a breath
it 's a junk shop
a sudden death!

Names

A Florence or a Charles
Projecting your hopes
For a future of a child

Waves up and down
With the seasons’ change

By calling somebody
Napoleon or Eurydice
You can doom or promote

It depends on the throne
Or the walk from Hades

What follows who
Wherefore and pride
First of the last

A line dies out slowly
Another combi begins

virtual unvirtuality

My virtual vagina would very
Much melt and mull over
a melting manhood’s spire
Only the odds are against
such a sucking saber -
Since it is an imaginary
Of a lavishly lusty labia
And dreams does not do it!

Torsten Tordenskjold

En Tordenskjold blev født idag i Gentofte
For firsindstyve år siden  den 17 April
En måned før fejring af Nordlandets frihed
Han satte sejl til sit skib
Drog nordpå og søndenom
Igen nordenome i et par år
Og fandt med viv og sønner
Et liv til fulde arbejde og frivillighed
Endnu en fulriggers drejning
Mod de Frankiske elverkald
Her har herre Torsten så
PåTaget en fritids kappe og drysset
Malerklatter og rotarigets ansvar
På sin gavmilde ryg alt imens
Hans dejlige Ia forsvandt over havet
Og i flere bede i det franske land
Musikforeningen styres roligt
Og hvad de expatrioterne kræver
Truppen der danses folkelige kæder
Plus ikke at forglemme vinsmagning
Et gammelt hverv som turist guide
Og fester og almindelige middage
En Tordenskjolds soldat som nyder
Opgaver og næsten ikke siger nej
Fordi under frihedsbrevets svanesang
Er det en glæde at gøre ting for andre
Og egentlig ikke tænke meget på
Sit eget jeg og i fritidens oldnorske
Faste Principper  - de svinger med -
sådan er min Torsten Tordenskjold

Godot - in memoriam

on the bench
at the bench
in the bench
up the bench
-
seriously sad
sadly serious
under the bench
near the tree
-
godot -
or not godot-
go get to not got

-

never got the dot



waiting
for students to drop-in
will sometimes
drive tutors at center
to mischief

Shake

A handshake vapidly shake
Another’s firm and fast -
Could it be timidity
Anxiety or just arthritis
While its opponent squirms
Lack of confidence reigns
Alas one should be careful
Judging the washy hello
Embracing empathy
And go light on turn-offs.

La femme fatale??

Mon destin est conditionné
par les hommes plus agés
les pépés intelligents
des mâles flamboyants
des hommes de pouvoir
des héros de boudoir
sans que je puisse bien
les éviter - les Européens.

Mes phantasmes irréalisables
totalement incroyables
jamais j'ai eu des rêves
d'être vraiment la fille d'Ève
embrassant les plus jeunes
comme un vampire qui dejeune
sur le sang des petits andouilles.

Ma figure cache une gargouille
qui observe toute sa vie passée
en haussant les épaules blasées
en réalisant completement
on n'évite son sort sûrement.

un clin d’œil

Un jour de plus
M’applaudit
Je me sens nue
Sans ton clic!

Fast weight gain - take it off n o w

A holiday of three weeks
did me in - 6 pounds
holy cow - did I eat or
did I drink that much?

I am alas no gym geek
do not stomp the ground
have to gulp water for
otherwise no damn luck.

in dropping the meats
to be again sound
and healithy expound
I am me  - a hen - cluck!

Dragons in Melbourne musings

Dragons and lions
scurrying on the roofs

rain and good fortune
powers of protection

far and few between
gargoyles or gryphons

old fashioned street art
before Hosier Lane

humanist desire
for ornamentation

waiting period

Waiting at door number two
For a ride to the house
Just been traveling
Half the world around
Traffic horrendously awful
So the chauffeur is late
Our travails are almost over
Parallel to the other ride
We waited for across
The continent and ocean
We got there and get here

Flower haiku

Melbourne’s family
Remains forever in heart
Dried flowers bloom

en fod og dens ejer

Min fod er svulden
Det dunker -
Selvom den har været
Helt i vejret
Er det en fornemmelse
Noget skidt
Min fod er ikke min

A sorta haiku

A fall morn on a spring day
Significantly otherwise
In an upside down world

Remembering outside the womb

The bubbles in my beaker
Bow to all my awesome memories
Outside my mum’s worldly womb
They float up and feel lighter
My aging body’s agency
Tells me that it is totally acceptable
To mull over my happenings
And rejoice that I can remember.

an epiphany

Each area on the globe
Has a slightly different
Sun timbre and glow

Due to where on Earth
You are - the solar light
Reflects the degree

The surroundings areas
The plants the birds
The buildings the shades

Casting the memories
The sensations you
Once encountered (t)here

Pensée nocturne

Le judgement professionnel
Sera tres difficile de le rendre
Concernant un individu
Que j’aime bien ou plus fort
Et mon compte rendu sera
Trop sévèrement impromptu
Sans que j’aie m’en rendu
Alors l’idee m’est venu
De vivre dans le moment
Seul et depuis aujourd’hui !

clever comments

A different kind of evening
Totally socially feministic
Only with a true engineer
Did not bother the women
Present tonight intimately
Within the kindred group
Sisterhood severely sought
Without qualms or quips
Just à joint jocular feeling
And the wine cementing
The well-being wishing
The point of no true return.

Vikings in Victoria

Vikings’ exhibition
Would express
Clever curiosity  from
Three  Aussie kids
Why how where
They came from?

The boisterous boys
Both had the thumb
Of the wily Vikings
Some hereditary feat
Fabulously lacking
In prior generations.

The ships the hammer
Of the thunder Thor
Living in Asgaard
All the plentiful pantheon
Simultaneously simple
People passed to new faith

Plundering and pilfering
Along everywhere in Europe
But names and laws
Still have rightful roots
From this changing time
Where Vikings travelled

So three times Norse
Show up in sunny
Victoria as Vikings
Villagers stop at nothing
young and yearning
Rambunctiously right
To know the why and who.

all in a day’s walk

Legs up on the table
After a long day’s walking
Beg to relax stretch
Your toes - like stalking
Another life - not yours
But a shadow’s talking
About what you saw
Blurry in mind’s caulking.

Night market

"Night market"
has connotations

Fleshy and fishy
flowing -floating

all kinds of people
all kinds of tastes

steamy and smelly
swelling and swooning

every Wednesday
during the summer

a foodie's dream
of buds' seduction

Melbournian secretive
wonderful meals

Flaeskesvaer

En dansk dame som sjaeldent
Oplever et gammeltdags koekken
Med  kartofler og flaeskesteg og sovs
Fik i gaar aftes til middag i Melbourne
en oplevelse kreeret af soennen
Svaeren var en hjertens smovs.

Spring

Springy spring
avowed
older and wiser
somehow
jump with kids
powwow
living is
just now!

In Aussie fall
endowed
older not wiser
somehow
walk with grandkids
anyhow
living is
still now!

St Kilda Pier

Water lapping gently

Along the inner pier

Waiting for dusk 

galavanting 

Maybe tonight 

The penguins reappear 

Like they do

Gallantly 

Year upon year

To watch the bird

Swimmers 

A desire of 

Modern humans

Connecting with 

Nature to

Nurture their souls 

Or at least their egos.

Currently still

Curious enough 

To wait - the chain

Unbroken- since 

Eons’ ago

An odd day

A tram ride

Out and away from everyone

On my own A l o n e

Sunny day 

Adventure starts

Melbournian travails 

Occitan heart 

Around my neck

Thinking on it.

A cappuccino 

Sadness seeing

So many memories 

aboriginal repression.

Culturally supposed 

Senior superiority 

On to other views

An historic walk 

Through film

From Lumière -

Saw t-shirt 

Now is the happiest 

Time

On the bank of 

The Yarra river

On the brink of

What?

A sensational 

Sensual stop

In another time

Alas these sex

Encounters

Mostly are

Created in

A carefree 

Youthful 

Yonder period 

When I had them

Both.  

Dreamening

So very apt

Here in Aussie 

Hideout within

Has been a hit 

Saying little 

Thinking so 

Much more

Observing 

A compulsive 

Obsession 

Reading the signs

Of the bodies

Before the term

Became the norm.

Three fishermen 

Trying to catch

Mullets? Mudsuckers?

For a river not 

A whole lot of

Boats bobbing 

River cruise line 

Announces

The upcoming tour.

Behind me on

The busy foot path

Humans walk

No longer 

In their Sunday best

But basically 

Just whatever 

Strike their whims -

Purse, trip, or 

Practicality.

Have since turned

Away from the sun 

Still leaning against 

The tall palm

In the shade

Of its trunk.

Across the water

On Fed Square

Music of much

Variety is watered

Down by the distance.

Lanky bodies 

Determined dearly

To haul nothing

Or bulky backpacks

An aim or without 

Just gobbling up

A great day’s

Complying wonder.

On to a new tram

Having been ‘home’

A cups dry tea

A few choco bites

Listening to 

Couple’s conversation 

Newly aquatinted 

First date??

On to my son’s

To meet family.

In an upside down

Country up and down
Kids upside down
Weathervanes up
flags on poles down
swans black not white
sun in north at noon
but love is not.

ukendte lyde

Lyde i et fremmed sted
Knirk knark knurk
Er som en ukendt agurk
På en mark tæt herved
Hvor lydene gror tæt
Fordi hovedet er træt.
En tilvænningsproces
Som endsige ikke nås
Fordi tiden er kompleks
Og dens længde forsmås.

Sangiovese 2012 or Isabel's blood

Drinking a Sangiovese
Given to me by
My sis’ boyfriend of
So long ago
That he would be
The second oldest
Living soul her excepted
Knowing me.
We meet because we can
Here in Australia
Or elsewhere
His wife’s roses
Stand tall and straight
A force  - a Scot
Gave me those red  -
Murder or wishful
Thinking or just
Friendship reigns
That is the Aussie
A thunderbolt
of love or hatred.
For me it is Venus
an ancient feeling
only to be found
whenever we meet
but for her I represent
the love that never
went away that
could not be beaten
therefore the blood
filled roses of yore
and I accepted them
knowing their worth.

Drag show

Drag queen show shows
the drags in all finery rags
the beauty of the body
the skills of the makeup
the dancing queens

Drag queen show shows
the drags are impersonators
we are drags pretending
we are not going out
the dancing queens

Drag queen show shows
the drags are not playacting
same personifying souls
they do not feign
the dancing queens

Drag queen show shows
the drags vividly honest
portray to the world
that all of us dramatize
the dancing queens

A great Dane remembers

Melbourne city reminiscing
a past love from Cambridge
when walking down
an anonymous street to others
I see his face his being
there that one day with me
where 33 years washed away
our souls were once again
intertwined and connected
only to be torn away
the next night -
his death ended the fusion
but tonight he was there
and I had not forgotten. 

Bubbles bubbles

Bubbles in a cauldron
fleeting moments of truth
bubbles to protect
kids from reality
bubbles bubbles

Bubbles in suburbia
fleeing moments of reality
bubbles to shelter
kids from happenings
bubbles bubbles

Bubbles at a discussion
fading moments of truism
bubbles to recognize
kids will know - later?
bubbles bubbles

Poetens sandhed

Poetens rolle er mangfoldig:
at beskrive et menneskes liv
eller en blomst, en fornemmelse
saagar en historisk handling -
men kun med aerlighed
og kaerlighed naar digteren
indtil sandheden -
dog er virkeligheden saadan
at den kan fordrejes
og er en fodrejse i sindet
saa enhver epiker har
sit eget  epigram -
en fyndig fortolkning
som kan accepteres eller
forkastes af modtageren
budskabet er en tidsbombe.

Une vue differente

Je suis une vieille femme superflue
j'ai eu mes enfants je les ai leves
alors ma mission dans le monde
capute - finie -

Je suis une dame d'un certain age
j'ai encore quelques annees
maintenant mon but est seulement
de vivre pour moi!

Tak til vejret

Idag var vejret godt
hverken koldt eller raat
men solen varmede
mig saa ganske flot
og sig fint forbarmede
at jeg foelte mig blot
som i et kongeslot.

jetlag haiku

Jet lag playing tag
Today tomorrow and more
Melbournian nights

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)