Philo du matin

je retourne de temps en temps
de lire mes poètes favoris
Verlaine, Rimbaud, Baudelaire
dans leurs choix des mots
il reste un sens d'éphémère
d'un monde perdu recherché
pour des fleurs de plaisir
des autres inconnus et jugés
qui les applaudissent  et menacent
simultanément  -  sauf pardi -
aucun n’a le droit divin
de critiquer les tourmentés
personne peut s'imaginer
à l'intérieur de l'autrui -
seulement dans l'acceptation
et par l'amour on se sauve -
son monde pour soi-même
par l'idem des idées exprimées
on pourrait peut-être aussi
délivrer le futur de l'esprit

La nécessité du hasard

Au tant des choses je ne connais
même j'ai appris aujourd'hui
d'un oeuvre que cela m'a éclipsé
alors mon devoir fut ce soir
me familiariser de la chance
de la inévitable de Monod
il y a presque cinquante ans
et voilà au moins je comprends
que l'homme est paru par un coup
par la biologie moléculaire
ainsi que la femme aussi suit
par une voie génétique du temps
la nécessité prévu du hasard

Les hommes connards

Ils existent des hommes connards

ils ne pensent qu'avec leurs homards

Voila la tragédie des femmes âgées!

Ils n'aiment que les jeunes sucées

Ou l'admiration d'une petite midinette

les garçons avec leur petites crevettes -

ils ont tous peur de leur mortalité 

Les anciennes ne les ont pardonnés.

La stupidité d'une moitié d'un sexe -

ne reviendrons pas au carnavalesque!

Yann Moix avait la stupidité de dire 

que les femmes plus de 50 ans ne le disaient rien!

Wallking with a Vølva

Vigga the Vølva's winter hiding hut
was warm and very welcoming
a day of quiet was sorely needed
her beaten batteries overwhelmed
 she mulled over mulled tea or
rather reasoned that she had for
two taxing days not done
her own bidding of honing her health
but she decided definitely to walk
where she so often took herself.
The windy winding road
ahead of the wanting woman
wailed while she the Vølva
trotted on the threadbare thimble
of the woodland trail in the chilly sun.
She was mulling that one day she
would meet her death hoping
it would be here in the heavenly
little place - idiotically simple -
but sustaining her ever searching soul
following her path patiently -
alas the Faustian fallacy that she
must try everything once but
middle age had taught her
it is not possible -  a distant
fathom prime fata morgana
or a cosmic trip of colossal
incredibly ironic illusions.
She the Vølva Vigga voiced
that she had to carry on walking
and she shook herself getting up
from the rest back to reality.
Eliminating her everlasting dreams
would be too hard but backburn them
for a while - where reality sets in
and that hit her harrowingly again.

Narbonne's New Year

Musical travels with an orchestra
notes on distant flurry memories
alpenhorns and Rome's Pines
Brazilian dances to New Orleans' jazz
Gaelic haunting and Parisian hot nights
US high school band tambours
a life-time in rhythms ending
with Radetzky's march - 2019
turns to be a fanfare with 
a mixology of myth and mists


Thanks to Terry and Geraldine

afternoon into night

Light cuts through the afternoon
Lampposting the tiled floor
Exposing the vivid crimson
Of the orient’s ancient carpet
Traditions of tribal affairs
Augure the coming arrival
Of the evening’s lit concert
Musically and monumentally
Blasts of triumphant notes
Bearing of mellow mementos
Gone before you know it

Noget om langsommelighed

En sløv forbindelse til nettet
gør mig utålmodig - kom nu
jeg hopper og bliver plettet
som en leopard - fuld af gru
jeg raser i mit stille indre
ingen skal mig forhindre
men langsommeligheden råder
må acceptere det på dens måder
hvis jeg vil skrive og kigge
præmisserne regerer som en krikke.

Canigou- un rébaptême

Mont Canigou
le chameau
mais pour moi
la vulve toute
entière soit
l'image de voûte
et trouve-je
un autre nom
pour cette colline
effrayante
immense
Comme
l'acte d'amour
la colle de
vulva ou
le mont
au cul
ou pourtant
dans le temps
mon vulva
mon aide
de camps
j'ai l'air  d'être
dans les nuages
vulve nue
colline Vulvinu
ou comme disent
les anciennes
un nom satisfaisant
Mont Voulvinou!

Une aimante description

La sensualité d'une personne
passionnée par un amant
reste jusqu'au moment
où les clowns s'abandonnent
et l'histoire se termine en tirant
bien que les choses soient connes
la môme aime tendrement
sa description hélas :couillonne.

To Torsten

New Year's Eve a lovely dinner
with friends and one foe
a darling host - a daring lady
with the others - hum ho
We ate and drank delightedly
food-wine-the faces glowed
our host cooked a reindeer
Rudolph tasted -chapeau
to the cook and much more
we ate with a healthy gusto
His wine was just superb
it just kept on - a flow
of friendship and delight
Sweet Torsten a grand amigo.

Voila un an en poésie

L'année dernière
dans la soirée de nouvel an
décidée de faire
un poème journalier pensant
et
c'était une première
dure et  en même temps
je fus comme mercenaire
incroyablement satisfaisante
et
de partout - outre-mer
ici - là-bas - defendant
seul - terre et mer
plus autres sujets important
et
je finis sans œillère
pour dire très tendrement
une idée requiert
des pensées inconsciemment
et
semblant une mousquetaire
qui s'amuse dans le vent violent
j'ai fait un réverbère
voila tout - mes chers enfants

Tanker om historisk sandhed

En historisk sandhed
er som bekendt bestemt
af dem som skriver
den fantastiske fortælling
ligesom de nyheder
vi får ind hvert sekund
filteret bliver større
fordi vi ikke kan nå
at gisne om hvad
der er virkelighed eller ej.

Hvis Piet Hein skulle skrive
om dette ovenforstående
ville han sige:

Den historiske sandhed
er hørt
den er kun af sejren er
berørt
ej filter eller sund fornuft
er kørt
igennem hjernespindets
honnør

En anden moderne
dansk digter:

Sandhedens historie
om farlig er
endnu værre
fordi vores verdens
velstående fylder
alskens papirkurve
med løgne og
allemand bliver
fortryllet med
dens evige
edderkoppespind.

Mig selv igen:

Historiske sandheder
er som løgnens
usandheder og skrevet
som bombardement
ved Københavns havn
uden tilsyn eller opsyn
med gitterets størrelse
i filterets lærred

une rêve randonnée

Tentée par le temps
Du passé et du passage
Je réaliserai  une résolution
De mes envies enivrées
 Dans l’année annoncée
Je vais voyager
Avec ma valise sans valeur
Partout dans un pays
Incroyable et inconnu
Pour savoir surtout
Connaître les contes
Et les idées et idéales
De ledit  endroit
Voilà et voici
Une résolution réelle
Et irréelle instantanée

Recall - not

Phenomenon well- known
at least to me at some instances
You  meet a new unknown
A ressemblance of someone
then you unmeet a second later
but wheels start churning
film- neighbor-where- when -who
work - print - friends
Cogs truly begin to go haywire
ok then film - then - an actor
again the name escapes
catching two movies - id'ed
he has a younger brother
also in the sixth art form
when I return to the sources
then of course I met
a spook of Ralph Fiennes
today - yet could not recall
at that moment in time   

La defense d'une année en poésie

Trop de mots
trop de poèmes
trop de pensées dangereuses
une années poétique

Trop de ridicules
trop de l'haine
trop de guerres
Une éternité sans fin

Seulement avec
les paroles fortes
je peux subir
les idioties de l'homme

Sans les allegories
sans les histoires
sans les contes fées
il n'y a pas l'espoir

Marcher de vivre à mourir

Marcher c’est de vivre 

Librement dans

Les garrigues 

Avec des oliviers 

Et des petites fleurs

De l’anonymat 

Ou pour moi

SanS nomenclature.

cet escapade journalier 

Évidemment devient 

Un devoir aimé et

Surtout nécessaire 

Pour mon esprit

Pas déprimé mais 

Dans quelque sorte

Une fuite de l’âge 

Et de cette. Mort

Qui m’attend doucement 

Et tendrement 

Again and again

Anti-semitism is
No lackadaisikal
Lefty meaning
It is a hate-belief
A prejudice
Like blacks hating
Whites and  vice versa
Can be found
Everywhere with
Anywhom
Just like hate
And fear of
Other religions
It is just that
The twentieth C
Has seen a
War of extreme
Extermination
Haven’t we
Learnt anything
Even in the year
2018 -
 Nope

On Richard Cohen’s article
In the Washington Post
Of the New York Times’
Interview with Alice Walker

Windows close/open

Another window
a different view
with blossoms
whirlwind and
falling leaves
it is very healthy
to force yourself
to change views
an alternative opens

Une nuit à oublier

Après une nuit
en enfer
Comme d’habitude
D’autrefois
Le corps règne
Suprême
Épuisé et
anéanti
il n'y a rien
sauf la survie
et petit à petit
le cadavre
se renait
si lentement
sans il soit
assuré que
cela ne se passe
encore
des nuits
suivantes

Chaleur douche

La chaleur de décembre
reste plus fervente
que la canicule de l'été
car elle est douche et
m'embrasse vivement
de donne envie de vivre
plus longtemps qu'avec
la foule d'estivale folle
elle est par contre saine
d'un corps durement taillé
et voila elle m'inspire
de la suivre et me soigner
de ne plus tomber
dans la déprime et de voir
cette terre éblouissante
me sauvant violemment
et je sais qu'ici en hiver
au milieu des vignes
dormantes je suis heureuse

When in Rome

When you're in Rome
...
you are at home
...
if you are not
...
where is your lot
...
will you change
...
or will you remain
...
the same as before
...
change Rome or
...
change you in a Roman
...
it's easier than a no man

Le mensonge montagnard

Sur mon banc habituel 

Je revois la montagne 

Fantôme et lointaine

Le soleil du décembre 

Me chauffe et me remplie

De vitamine D vitale

Pour mon corps épuisé 

Sans - je crache petit à petit 

Et je deviens une femme

Vieille et déformée 

Avec mes rides profondes 

Et cela est la vérité 

De la vie car chaque jour

Elle  court vers la mort

Et comme les contes fées 

C’est dans la vrai nature

Qu’on voit passer le temps

Intemporel sans lèse-majesté 

Et les ombres sur l’herbe 

Deviennent de plus en plus 

Longues et sont cachées 

Comme le Canigou spectral 

On peut juxtaposer les deux

La colline magnifique avec

La vie d’une mémé âgée 

Voilà les mensonges sont vraies 

Car la hauteur est  naturel 

Et nous les humains les feront 
grandir et ce sont nous
qui tombent vers les dégâts
et nos rêves sont rompues
même si nous agrandissent
nos faits sur la terre vive
c'est elle qui resemble à
une vieille - en train de mourir.

Un petit poème matinal

Le matin en hiver d'un froideur
le coeur a l'intérieur se chauffe
en même temps
le dualisme dans un être vif
est impressionant
encore ici dans mon village
je vois les nuages très gris
en me régalant

The Greek myths forever

Prometheus - a firebrand
of slashed hopes
with Pandora's help -
we all are boxed in
the strongest of trade:
knowledge for power -
identity searches plus
all-consuming love
are still humanity's
everlasting quests -
but Sophia not Zeus
would be my guide

(on reading about AI-
artificial intelligence)

I have the I-es

Do I have everything ?
Living between two
Leaving tomorrow
For the other one
What one usually needs
On a trip between two
Households two distinct
Diverse different worlds
À small roll-on bag
Filled with needed stuff
Without which we
Cannot function famously
Especially the I-es have it.

nightly nonsense

Nightide awakening
Brutal for the body
Once more brainwaves
Blame the clock’s
Inner workings so
Just maybe it is not
The cuckoo’s fault
But my own anticipation
Of what now where
Whom with or why
Clarity and variety
Is still a dictum
Needed to be answered
For my own sanity
I shall try to sleep
Once the phone is out

Busses

In a bus in DC
Seeing another bus company
Reminded of kids
And their band trips
Alas it is gone
And so are we

Curious history

the modern 20 century history
a strange land filled with fascists
demagogues - nazis
and hope for newfound freedom
so now in the 21 century
is another step back to strongmen
power hungry egomaniacs

a person urging for destruction
of others and disrespect for humanity
it must be an ego trip of
a lost childish soul for attention
- still - add sex or lack thereof -
as well as stupidity and naivety
of believers of father/mother figures

it feels easy to follow a great leader
regardless of the dictum -blindly
jump off the cliff - seen in
secret cults or strict religious practices
at the waning crescent or the waxing
gibbous filled with fool's gold -
alas the dictum holds only too well



(Power, money, sex, religious equals history
 that's all -  folks_)     

New Me??

Lure of less winkles
the empress new clothes
did not really do the trick
psychedelic experience
let me see tomorrow
and days ahead
alas the screw in my head
must be loose but
it was nice while it lasted

all is related

Relative relationship
Upon meeting
Upgrades or
Downgrades
To something in
Between reality
And irrelevance

Die Sachen

Die Sachen lassen nichts
denn die Leuten finden sie
nachher -
der Tod ist nur
wie die Ofen und deshalb
waren die Objekte hier noch
am Erde - ohne etwas anderes
als die Geschichte eines Teils
der erjagteten Mennschen

Die Kleinigkeit gibt nur
unser Lebensraum ab.


To commemorate:
Nelly Sachs
Chor der verlassenen Dinge

und Schindler's List von Patrick White
Der Film von Steven Spielberg

Sharpen haiku

Rosebushes need cut
for winterizing to spring
sharpen the scissors

Humbling

reading Shakespeare's sonnets
makes me humble and timid
a walk taken along with the bard
respect for his writing
with pen and on parchment
this English beguiling tongue
still amazes - for its stretch
its depth - its fantastic width
and I shall only know so few
of these idioms and patois
of the lingua franca even today
it adds a word or three -
just look at the urban vernacular
no other language is so
beguiling - except of course
the French - but none of these
is what my mother spoke to me
so flustered I still stand in front
of the words - and their significance
because without words
we cannot think in concepts
without words we cannot live

Alit

A light far away
Can be an end
Of a cigarette
A glow closer by
Must be an old
Sixties neon sign
A beam close up
From a phone
Will shut the lids
Only the day
You go blind or
Die will the gleam
From your own
Two striking eyes
Close the camera’s
Budding receptors
And you will see
Neither  the glow
Nor the beam’s light

30 years plus

In Japan the elderly
reign supreme
a quarter of the country
are senior citizens

It will be their food
or the modesty of it
the fish the rice
the tea - not sake

The respect for age
maybe a key or not
but if not the aging
must respect themselves

I know I will not last
as long as 30 plus
yet I shall try to laugh
be healthily unwise

Yet to me it is genes
food socially fun
and just plain old love
for everyday from today

My father’s daughter

Being nothing like my father
Growing up to hate him
Cheating on my mom
I took a step back
Beginning when I was
But fairly young
Finding myself now
Appreciating him
more understanding
His time and what drove
Him along his path
Looking at my youngest
Over a dinner at a place
Reminding me of
Restaurants we ate at
During my childhood
And I truly grasped
His way of thinking
A little too late perhaps
But unconsciously
I must have emulated
Him somewhat when
My kids were growing
So I now appreciate
A refined repast at
‘The tasty table” tonight

Frame works?

Taking truly care of myself
I have never done
my poor body tries to serve
I just ignore me
So tonight I shall start
knowing so deeply
I shall not follow through
only when feeling
doomed and bodily tired
will the instinct
to survive better kick in
applauding the frame

Klimakterium delendam

En dag i det grå
i december
et år er væk
en rosenknop
i blomst ser
ud og dropper
site kronblade
det er trist
som klimakteriet
breder sig
til naturens alter
kun en ny
indstilling
kan redde den
gamle rosenbusk

A cup that broke

-
we drop things along the way
accidentally or not
some like to throw in anger
some will cast in frustration
some will just destroy because
but this morning I dropped
a cup with memories
and for a moment I was sad
yet -
the mind's eye still see
the daughter and friend
somewhere in Firenze
so next time I open my cupboard
I shall not see the beaker
only its invisibility coat
-

(With apologies to J.K. Rowling)

et kort tak

Jeg fik et kort som gjorde mig glad
og senderen af dette pip
skal have et knus i et bad
af smil fra en gammel spir"vip
så vedkommende kan vel forstå
at modtager dansede ud i det blå

Shall I Dance

Shall I swing
With a dreamy dancer
Swirl in a dancing dream
One day with
A steamy cavalier
Who has both both
The footwork and rhythm
So swaying becomes
The actual path
To Nirvana embracing
Endless fathomic hope

Need for sugar - alas a battle not won

Sweet tooth - oh please
I last until after dinner
but then ...I succumb
to needing the sugar
the chocolate - the licorice

Strange because during
the day my mind is onto
life in general - but come
evening tide and darkness
the lure of comfort:

succulent rhum of cane
of my feverish brain
to become my bane
of my fight in vain
hubby  - go to the store -again

Hour glass' counts

Yawning before bedtime
seeing somebody gaping
before work today
will be the sign of a boring
slightly forgettable interval
tomorrow shall be filled
with seconds, minutes, hours
of remembering to live
instead of just exist and breathe
because the hour glass
shreds its sand and it runs
faster and faster
and soon enough one day
its gliding small specks
will have stopped running
since its upper chamber
has emptied itself of
non-perpetual motion

Pain gain?

Shoes that you know
you should not wear
you do in spite of
health  and comfort
you do it to send a
strong message
here I am - today
I am a professional!
What a pro of what
of pain and in vain
Nobody is looking
at you - kiddo
you are a keyner
Old and irrelevant
But I do it for me
to portray a role
of someone of
somewhat importance
once upon a time
Get off your heels
A waste of pain!

Controlling what?

For umpteenth time
Will humanity not learn
That war and strife creates
Havoc and mayhem
At the moment only locally
These kerfluffles are
A mean to keep
The wheels going
And tyrants and spheres
Dreaming of more
Or at least status quo
The little people suffering
Do not bother them on iota
The world is complicated
And what goes on in
The back rooms of
Kremlin - White House -
In Beijing or elsewhere
We will maybe know
In 50 years time then
It will be too late
And another greater war
Of ressources and climate
Would have taken place

Name your price?

Who is up for sale?
The US and who else?
Poland or Greece,
Turkey, Saudi Arabia?
Russia and China are buying!
Who is flirting with
autocracy or strongmen?
Brazil, and the rest?
Dangerous tendencies
Of  mediocrity and fear
And not to be despised
Human stupidity and angst
The bystander’s effect.
Poor democracy and its price
For freedom now is
Complacently too low!

Jalousie - même

Jalousie existe au fond des gens
qui aiment violemment et  trop
qui veulent avoir pour eux
les sentiments totals de l'aimé
sans regard pour l'autrui et soi
mais de temps en temps même
dans les gens qui sont sans ire
elle se monte à cause de l'envie
et là c'est à la vexation pour moi.

Point to point

A pointisettia
Set in a pot
filled with joy
Is the point

Recipe for Turkey day???

Got a recipe
something new
gotta try it
not a difficult brew
just for everybody to taste
so I should be careful
not in haste
and actually follow
the directions
if I do not then
accuse me of
dereliction!
Bon Appetite to everyone
trying this new
wonderful concoction
this day and age
it is filled with
special toxins!!

to the young maidens in awe

Red orangey lips
Trembling tempting
You beyond ecstasy
Your libido rising
Risking nothing
Because you’re in
Power - playmate
Your so called partner
Young maybe in awe
Or just enthralled
You irresistible male
To their soul’s dream
Their phantom’ lover
Only for you chance
Of not being found out
And for them  a life
In bitterness and self- rebuke.

Overalt

Overalt finder en ordsmed
(direkte oversat - javel)
ideer til en ideologi
eller en kønsutopi
som nu da jeg sad
og kedede mig og læste
Huffington Post paa tysk
"dieses Wort diskriminiert
Fraun" af dr. Gunda Windmueller

Schamlippen - er den officiøse term
og det er paa tysk og paa dansk
skamlæber
og ja hun har ret den kloge kvinde!

Hvor er skammen om vulvaen
er det en synd at have en kusse?
Et kønsbegreb som jo bare
fortæller et hvilketsomhelst menneske
at der er en skam at havldelen
af jorden befolking har nogle sådanne
smukke - funktionelle kønsdele!

Hun og dermed ogsaa denne poet
vil herefterdags kalde dem
ved deres rette navn: vulvalæber

Back to normal

Back to normal whatever it may be
on a Saturday noon tide -
sitting wondering what will happen
I do not know - but my guess
is to eat a lunch quietly while pondering
and musing slowly - if retirement
is like this - I'd rather hit a fit!
So back to normal crazy like
move - body and soul
for if not I shall surely die.

Help I needed a poem - yesterday

what woman would not like a hat
to top off her outfit like that
so that's what I did a Friday night
and oh what a crazy sight

Whiskey tango foxtrot

Whiskey tango foxtrot
wonderful military alphabet

Oscar Mike is on the move
dancing tango in the street

our commander-in-chief
is an oxygen thief

and clusterfucking the US
I am gonna rack out

so repeat the first line




                                                                                     

cold à la dr. Seuss

Modus vivendi à la snot
A nose from which I cannot
Breathe even lightly
So my choice diminished
Of speaking while blocked
Remains - and that’s enough!

Mystiske møder

En nordmands møde med en dansker  i Paris
en sommeraftensstund
et skæbnespift fra virkelighedens verden
en sommereftermiddagsblund
sådan cirka tooghalvtres år senere
i en fransk have - er der en grund?

Et sted i USA en aften for mange år siden
en efterårsmiddagsinvitation
faldt jeg over et dame som var friet til
i københavns  levende circulation
en ekssamlevers paramour og sådan
er en sammentræftsapplikation

De pudsige snublen over  fæ og folk for foden
er som runde perler i østersskal
hvem ved hvad dagen bringer imorgen
et sammensurium eller et fald
så længe jeg er levende og siger pip
er nysgerrigheden min katedral.

Mon spectre de novembre

Je te perds de temps en temps
dans la brume de novembre
tu es là dans ma chambre
dans mon cerveau brulant
mes sentiments restent encore
mon homme je t'adore
mon spectre d'été permanent

Dog’s Christmas story in November

My small Tuscan hamlet
the Christmas Eve
My owner walks to the might mass
I sniff
Every stone every tree and pine cone
All over the smells
from holiday cooking
are totally divine

We enter the church
My mistress crosses herself
From the water bowl
Always meant to ask
Why the fountain was so high
When really it should be
a dog's water dish

I lie down but the priest
starts to preach
mumbles and squeaks
his voice is droning

I start to close my eyes
But about half an hour
Into the performance
The holy man starts to give
Out wafers during
The Eucharist

About twenty souls to get
The month old dried round
Tough dull biscuit

Alas  I was the only one who
Did not receive the hardtack
And would have liked it

Sniffing I look pleadingly
At mistress Giovanna
when she sits down
She mumbles something
About her teeth and slowly
brings out  half of a gnawed cracker
and on the sly drops it
motioning me to not get excited

praised be St Francis

(Inspired by David Zee's story)

In retrospective

A sentence in the newspaper
Struck me this morning
On this eleven eleven a hundred
Someone in an army hospital
Gassed but recovering
Swore that if he got out
He would revenge the abasement
Alas Adolph did just that.
The case point is as follows
History knows not how or where
It meets The Who
whose ego has been traumatized
And is in line with
Evil and sad forces of man’s
Brushed off tenderness for
Fatherland and search
For power over others
But given the same kinds
Of political climates or
Hatred of feeling hemmed in
Or being snubbed by society
The time and place
Will come once more.

Inspired by Michael E. Ruane’s
The day the guns fell silent. Washington Post
11/11/2018

Daily darkness constitutional

Dog walking aka
a daily darkness constitutional
sniffing dog
November duskiness
stiffing woman
a darkened daily constitutional

Dystopia

Dystopia causes dyspepsia
more than once

either you mollycoddle
or you underindulge

the pain becomes dulled
your worst nightmare

and you accept your fate

après moi

Après moi le déluge
Louis XV a dit
Dans son splendeur royale
Après moi le délire
Le 45 a expliqué
Dans son grandeur illusoire
Les mots trahissent les acteurs
Et les spectateurs applaudissent.

hellish and heavenly

The wages of sin
Are coming to haunt
You - sinners-
Deserve death
According to Paul
Heaven help the believers
Hell awaits you
What more ?

Les pensees errantes

Les pensees de mes envies
sont secretes et vivantes
et des fois elles courent
comme des foumis errantes
sans que je puisse les
controller ou les tenter
de rendre hommage
a la sagesse augmentee.
Car dans la folie individuelle
il reste un peu de betise
un jugement de plasticite
ainsi qu'une confiance exquise.

History according to me

Power, money, sex, control of others and religion
then you have made the world's history books
nothing more nothing less

take the Egyptians - power of pharaoh
golden tombs - marrying sisters and brothers
slaves or freemen toiling for years to build
monumentos monuments
oh and the pharaoh was the god

want to talk about the Greeks
apart from 10 years of democracy
it was city state versus city state - slaves -
sex - the women did not have a lot of power
(yes there are exceptions)
control of others and the Gods were doing
their own thing mimicking the citizens
of the polis

The Romans had power, had money,
devised a thing about the females should
not be free - hence the Roman family structure
slaves, of course,  control the  gods and then
came the belief from the East about
only one God....

The Holy Roman Empire and before that
the Celts - the Picts  - the Vikings
again why did they go and plunder
Money - Power - needs of the tribes -
add slave and use of women for sex
plus the beginning of the Catholic faith
ending during the Napoleonic Wars

Let's not forget Persia and the Asian Steppes
as well as closed China -
Tribes moves or get closed in - powers
hungry - insurgency we need food - money
oh and slaves to do do some work,
if not slaves - then women,
different gods but still used for the powerhungry

Tribal wars in Africa and in the Americas
needing feed for the people - money -
power - sex -and slaves and religions that follow the kings
or sometimes the kings (and queens on rare occasions)
are the gods themselves

Moving happily along up the history's path
to more modern "civilized" times
The Islamic world of yesteryear
anything different than power, money,
sex, and control especially over the minds

Japan with its shogunate for about 700 years
of power in one man almost godlike
dictatorship  - land belonging to the emperor
 - slaves ( peasants)- sex scandals (geishas)
control of their own - piracy of undesirables
tolerated to make life difficult for China and Korea

Let's see - well Russia - serfs -czars-
Catherina - up until the last emperor
power money sex control religious
need I mention scandals galore

What about the Papacy - a state within a state
murder and mayhem - selling of cardinalships
collection of tithes - control of the minds
and bodies of clerics and nuns - power
over  vast lands and yet so small a state

The renaissance - let's see any thing but
power, sex, money, control and curiosity
about the world and how it is screwed together
however it is done with Medici money
power murder and sex stories plus religion

The reformation - power over minds
Calvin - money non olet - therefore the Swiss
seriousness and banking beginnings
is about power, money, sex due to control
of the women's role - a belief

The British and the Dutch and the French
empires of the 15-19 centuries - same old story
with regional variations of money or lack thereof
power, sex and control - sometimes
pretending the religious wars to be something holy
for instance Napoleon who started out as a corporal
and ended as crowning himself as emperor

The Russian version of fascism - communism
the Italian ditto with the Spanish Francoism
and then of course the archetype of dictatorship
Hitlerism all these after the first World war
was the epitome of power and control
leading to the second world war and killing
millions and millions of Jews and others
just for control and power and a belief system
of superiority and hate of otherness.

Leading to the US of Trumpism whereby
in a democracy you can have fascism growing
slowly but truly because of the people's
need for money, power, sex and mind control .

You never know

You never know
what comes out
when sitting down to type
a gripe a sin
a hype a fling
a term totally unripe
just floats about
be friend or foe

Sunscreen

My screens are down
the sun is up and glaring
November coolness
will forever be airing
and I must go out
and  heal my swearing:
votes and lack thereof
cause it is so despairing

Lost the thread

Lost the thread
lost
lost
lost
lost the thread

Lost the gist
lost it completely

Lost the marble
lost
lost
not  found

lost the way
lost
lost it to another

Lost the thread
and never found it
within me

New window

A window of change
a change of window
no more howling wind
a winding howl or more
So the change is good
the goods have changed.
A warm window with double pane
no more cold pains from a window!

Naughty Halloweenie

Weenie vulva woombs away
for it is Halloween today
to-morrow it is all deads' feast
a member for the fuckin' yeast!

Aesthetics

To what degree must artists go to create
what their audiences like?
What is beauty now
What was beauty then
What is "in" now
what was "in' then
Music, poetry, architecture, painting
sculpture, theatre, and film
(which has all the others within)
Words of critics - of philosophers
change the perceptions
so what is this poem?
- it is a cacophony -
a calamity of thoughts wrought
only from a sick mind
of an old woman who thinks
she can do what others have done
- nail with few poetics phrases
what aesthetics is all about
- how pathetic -
because there are no beautiful words
in this poem - a whim - a freak fantasy
that this tiny wordsmith begat
something of value. - Alas - not!

A day’s memorial

Another non-day
Nothing happened
A quiet day
So this Monday
Will remain
Anonymous
Although for
Others it was
A crime scene
A love match
A first step
A last breath
But without
Chocking events
It will become
A great time
Because I am
Still alive
Still kicking
Still screaming
From my inner
That I need more
A desire for life
Passionately
And at least
On Tuesday
My chance of
Seeing someone
Or something
Spectacular
May be the same
As today’s
And I will strive
For it - tomorrow

old oven’s smell

Pittsburgh Jews
Moved down
All the orange
Does is spurting
More lies and
Need for arms
When will Americans
Wake up and
Smell the fumes
Of the old ovens?!

Fall morn haiku

Warm glow of fall trees
on a cold and rainy morn
lightens the burdens

Solution? Ha!

Laughter is the best medicine
so "they" say
who "they" are
I don't know
but I do know that
laughter is good for the soul

Crying is not the greatest help
but "they"say
it is freeing
the tension but
my mom said- you feel sorry
for yourself

Alas to me crying is anger
"they' do not mention
anything but
the drips are spent
indignance
furiously fast

Laughter is catharsis
endorphins' exercise
healthy solution
to craziness
surrounding you
so hahaha

Skin me

Skin is what you are

thick-thin skinned

Some ladies take truly care

oil and protect

Other women do not

save soap and neglect

Skin is a time bomb

thin-thick  no twinned

Turning a leaf

Coldness becomes her
She shreds her foliage
slowly but surely
she becomes naked
nude she awaits the heat
of warming her up
before she again dresses
herself in beauty
The chill is where she
contemplates her fate
trying hard to embrace
the dampness and finds
that iced temperatures
yield more warmth
than ever before!

Thursdays mullings

Existences on shelves
wonders of humankind
leaving the dirt
(pardon me) the earth
not a bit better
with a girth
of terrible junk
of wastelands
on earth at sea and in air
just a true debunk
of sad humanity gone
wrong - empty shelves

shakespeare’s modern defense speech

Hear my friends
Honest persons of Congress
Hear me loud and clear
Just like Brutus
In Shakespearés
Julius Cesar
I shall start slowly
And continue at
Soon excelled speed
He who directs
This country’s policies
Will be elected again
With applause from
The average American
He will start escalating
The confrontations
and He will not stop
A war that he willed
Because wars generally
Help the economy
Except that we did not
See this phenomenon
In the last gulf war
That gave a trillion deficit
So the model is outdated
But being an island
He thinks he can
Control the world
Not realizing that if he cannot
Curb his own tips
On Twitter's orb
He shall be unable
To stop a new world war.
But you are honorable
And wholesome humans
So you will do his bidding
And you shall regret!

Frosty haiku

First frosty morning
sunny day bundled up trot
dog rolling in grass

Walking towards war (alternative tilte: it's all about money and power)

Walking towards war
surely but slowly
building beliefs
simple

Acting towards acts
surely but slowly
creating facts
simple

Setting the onset
surely but slowly
grounding grounds
simple

Positioning supposition
surely but slowly
conjuring conjectures
simple

Walking towards war
surely but slowly
building beliefs
simple

Hardened beliefs systems

Change of citizenship?
Can't be done
Why you ask?
Just because!

Why not? you may ask!
I cannot change
where I was born
and bred!

Other people do it.
Why not you?
It is a belief -
No discussion!

But I insist though!?!
You can insist
but have you ever
convinced?

Anybody truly firm
in his/her system
of ideas and
hopes and whatnots?


You - a repub or a demo?
why do you ask?
Because I wanna change
the way ya think

Nope, ain't gonna do it
Why or why not?
Because I believe
in what it is - isn't

So you can change
can't you  - truly?
You cannot convince
me about anything!!


You believe in G'd
or the likes thereof
May I tell you
there's a better way

Nope, you cannot
overwhelm me so
expecting me
to believe whomever

I refuse even to hear
what you say
cause you cannot
convince me

You can change?
Of course I can change
I am as open as
are you to ideas?

Tide's turn

In a quiet street
on a quiet morn
a butterfly flew
fall was coming
coolers' air stopped
a flap of wing

In a quiet street
on a quiet day
a worm got eaten
fall had come
cool winds blew
a bird's breakfast

In a quiet street
on a quiet eve
a toad croaked
winter's advent
rain teared up
somebody's song

Pic nix limerick

There once was a lady of Languedoc
Who for a long time needed a coq
But did not appreciate a fake
So said go and jump in a lake
Since a dick pic is not enough

Missing Mrs Moet & Chandon

Life is too short - as "they" say
and only a glass of champagne
is needed to feel alive again

The "go" of floating bubbles
is my nose of diggin' for troubles
and dancing through dirt

I miss the Mrs Moet & Chandon
where did she go - the clown
of just living day to day

The 30's to the 60'es
they left like bubble gypsies
the wind blew strongly

No solution to be found now
so I  intermittently throw
a bubble here and there

 Which will be my swan song
but without regrets - ding dong
life is a fluffy figment

Voelva's will o the whisp

If the Voelva were a woman of whims
she would wail and wallop
she would whisper - whelping
why the poor world

She is not a woman of willfulness
she is just a will o the whisp
an imaginative image
of writer's worn thoughts

So she will  not do warring
with the willful powers
of money grubbers' vistas
what is it worth

Only she will persevere to survive
and seed wavering in believers
weigh the words and query
what why and how

The Voelva will live not to see
where her volition will take her
but mayhap she would have webbed
and wafted viewpoints' vacillation
 

afar haiku

Voices from afar
Revive my dead gone spirit
A branch of friendship

frowning frozen forever

Returning to a place
Somewhat known
But have to dig deep
In the soil of my memory
Thinking it was
That terrible summer
Just after a lot of stuff
Happening
Buried so deeply that
Only its name remains
Frowning but the place
Of this time around
Is quaint and of quality
Frozen forever is
The dendrites and folds
Of my grayish brain cells
And that’s all
Delaware Water Gap

L'amour défini

On aime des hommes
on aime des femmes
on aime des individus

Si tu es un homme
tu aimes une femme

Si tu es une femme
tu aimes un homme

Si tu es un homme
tu aimes un homme

Si tu es une femme
tu aimes une femme

La vie donne autant
des possibilités

Il y a même des gens
qui n’aiment personne

Il y a autant des combis
qui s'aiment entre eux

Qui veut décider qui
et avec qui tu fais l'amour

Une chose seulement
qui me tient au coeur

Ne fais mal et reste
honnête et sincère

Voila tout sur l'amour
entre les êtres humains

The Eyes have it

Rubbing my eye

Scratch

Knew

Uh oh 

Went to eye doc

It is a scratch, doc

It could be herpes

Uh no

We’ll treat it 

As a scratch 

Herpes - you’ll hear

So no

Bernstein revisited

Noteworthy memories of my first musical
Presented themselves tonight
Listening to West Side Story
Reminding me of an if not better time
Then just à dreams of optimism period
Where people seemed to have
Gotten the idea to love or try it
Instead of today’s scaremongering
Egotistical anti everything
The fluffy and poignant fugues
Recalled the flowers of love and hope.
What of tomorrow’s dreamers?

Health haiku

Crappy health today
not a happy camper now
nature's way of drill

Repeat ad nauseam

Followers follow always
without thinking
Dissenters dissent often
within thinking deeply
History shows history upon
history/herstory
that we repeat the same
old story with variations
Critical thinkers think critically
without a hoot to political affiliations
alas in our educational systems
even though we try
thinking goes wayward
money money money talks
history/herstory is history

"Those who cannot remember the past
are condemned to repeat it"

George Santayana (1863-1952)

Artemisia

Artemisia:
you got even
in spite of being raped
drawn to court
tortured -
eventually
went away from
Rome - your father
and your rapist

Artemisia:
You painted
voluptuously angry
sly Judith -
killing Holofernes
several times
under different titles

Artemisia:
In your portraits
you managed to
show all victims of rape
what they should
- emasculate their rapists


Artemisia:
Your paintings
and your pain
live on - but the women
who are raped
know forever
the anger you portray

Observer's inner thoughts

Yesternight I observed
a comedienne at my table
and thought only one thing
she is lonely in her skin
funny as hell -
satirical as everywoman
but in my mind -
craving for attention
feeling of loneliness
had her viewer's rolling
but  - when she goes home
what is waiting for her?

Tutoring on a Thursday morning

Student struggling with writing
suffering expressing what she feels
how difficult it is to truly know
what goes on in a brain and heart

Student battling with history
trying hard to get the concepts down
cannot remember and forfeit
the purpose of long-term memory

Student fighting with foreign language
knowing the words and grammar
just do not file the assignments
therefore fails miserably

Student warring with math and science
not my field of expertise
but imagining the tutors' frustration
all you need is patience

Culture versus society

Cultural rights
versus the societal rights
which to chose?

Cultural norms
opposite to society's norms
which to chose

Culture contrarily to society
meaning laws and doctrines
brings about change

Culture will move
faster than
society's mores

Eventually culture
will influence
the rights and change

Society's legislation
until a new cultural shift
comes about

Culture versus society
influences dance
around each other

Mon âme médiéval

Ma maison hantée en Occitanie
je n'ai pas besoin
d'un exorciste
parce que je veux être dans l'histoire
medievale
occidentale
me sentir comme d'une femme
du moyen âge
une chatelaine
désirante et obsédée par un rêve
Un jour je serai
le fantôme brûlant

chassant avec les âmes avant moi

Mes racines Aznavouriennes

Comme je deviens mon âge
plus que mes choix musicaux
reviennent à ma jeunesse bourge
quand un grand chanteur créateur
meurt un premier jour d'octobre -
voilà je me trouve devant l'ordi
pour l'honorer un âme en poésie

Le petit grand Charles comme ledit
vous me rapporte mes jeunes jours
avec vos sons des cinquantes jazzy
des soixantes avec leur rêves des fleurs
dans les années soixante-dix
je vous avais vu a Paris et admiré

Oui emmenez -moi encore
à ma jeunesse au voyage à Venise
avec la jiddische mama -
non vous avez raison -
je n'ai rien oublié

Epuration

Epuration cache le sceptisme
et  fournit seulement l'illusion

on supprime les crimes
on chante les fausses notes
on ment comme un president

cela prend du temps de decouvrir
la verite - les axiomes
chaque periode a sa certitude

Epuration ne sert a rien
dans l'histoire de l'humanite