Joel remembered

Aussie friend long gone
in April you stay always
in my soul - due to daffodils.

April sad haiku

dead roses in vase
in the corner of my room
must be thrown away

To Vlad

Hello President Putin
you shouldn't be shootin'
at the poor Ukrainians
with your shenanigans.
Show the world that
Russians are getting fat
from the money you spend
on them - like a friend.
No soldiers and weapons
and the usual aggression.
Attempt with the good
surprising the 'hood.
It has never been done -
stop firing the guns.

Doggie Easter sonnet

My dog lies on the parquet floor
she dreams about the clucking ducks
this morn walking out of the door
she wanted to hunt - ah oh schucks.
Her master would not let her run
and now she is ever so sad
a hunter - not a honey bun
born on the streets she was mossad.

Her days of leisure passes fast
once in a blue moon she wakes up
and mourns her freedom in her past
but since then food is in her cup -
though if she gets a chance at last
she hunts a bunny - for her sup'.

Am I?

Some are lucky
some are not
I am fortunate
in one sense
but I am
fuckingly frustrated.

Some are hot
some are not
I am happy
in one sense
but I am
mockingly messed up.

Some are with it
some are not
I am flourishing
in one sense
but I am
unluckily ungratified.

dog and bone

Doggie gets bone
bone gets eaten
dog defends bone
bone gets chewed
dog eats her bone
totally to a t.

Was ist ein Leben?

Leider gibt es keine Ubersetzung
eines Lebens - nur Fragen.
Wenn man sie beanwortet
findet man keine wirkliche Wahrheit
nur die Zeit wird schauen
dass viele Moglichkeiten gaben
und die Historiker mussen
zwischen alle den Ursachen suchen
and sie sind alle falsch oder richtig.

Yahya Hassan

having read a young poet's scream
I admit defeat (almost);
each human being has his or her
own battles,
so a granny's life is not
young fugitive's
and a forty year old paraplegic
has another perspective -
we are all alive
trying to cope
with violence disease mayhem
it strikes me
the true novels are the ones
where the heroine dies at the end
because we all do.

A tree felled in my yard

Nature felled its own
but some of them grow for
more than a thousand years -
if only they could talk
and bear witness to
the foibles of nature.
All gone are four trees
one fell on its own
the other three trees
were not too healthy
so their owner decided
their fate - will I be
my own master when I die?

Fuck off winter

O'er the hedge of sprightly red
bloom azaleas in April-May
so I should jump for joy
when finally Spring comes
but before it arrives
when I feel angry or
furious it is okay to swear
so fuck the winter -
there it felt good.

Blah rain

Oh what a beautiful rainy day
this is such a shitty way
to start the week on a Sunday
I'll take a rain check Hurray!

after dinner woe

after dinner woe
I have eaten too much
I cannot find my toe
this has got to stop
the wintry weather
of snow and sleet
and some air pressure
is just too bleek
End of eating snacks
licorice and cocoa
I'll turn by back
and swallow mojo!

Dog haiku

Sunny skies in March
Dog getting her greenie treat
she is so happy.

Itching

Itching inside the body
strange phenomenon
started slowly
now it is everyday
in every joint
What can it be but
wintry aches?
Or summer flies
butting in on me
waiting to come out.

To my son's late father

Another soul passed
one day this month -
I knew you well
for four years
and then we split.
We had a son together
and he and I moved
on and away.
You were married
before and after me
and your son is your
only living gift.
I saw you few times
after -
the anger, the scare,
the threadbare feelings
the sadness and despair
- last summer twice
in a nursing home
so young - so old
drinking yourself
into oblivion.
The Ides of March
is the day you died
Cesar's death and yours
will be ingrained
in my brain - as the coins
of Brutus and Charon.
Your genes blended
with mine rest in
three grandkids.
So you took part
in the gene pool -
sailing across the Styx
- not forgotten.

People - what a mess

people are born - people are dying
what we leave - in between
is our legacy - our bequest
our lives are not that important
only what carbon footprints will tell
how long the earth will breathe

people are born - people are dying
what we bring to the sphere
is our idea that humanity is regal
that the earth is our right
to claim and to do with what we
think is fitting - a false premise

people are born - people are dying
we are only a blimp on the horizon
our steps are baby ones - and children
unruly or obstreperous - alas
are wildly destructive - hence
the earth needs not sympathize with

People being born or people dying.

To the lassies - to the laddies

The lad:
The lassies are tempting
but very indecisive
they want and want and want
especially in a crisis.
What can we menfolks do
but clap their little bums
and say to the lassies
you are our love chums.
We think of you always
and do whatever we can
but what we reproach you
is a lack of attention span.

the Lassie
Hm what can I say but oh
the lads are so wonderful
they take what they want
their speech is full of wool.
the male think only of sex
wine, beer and whisky
they can be bold - happy
angry and very frisky.
Whenever they ponder
grand and smart vehicles
they are prone to spend
lotsa and lotsa of nickles.

The lad

But reproach and reprieves
on both sides will turn
into a war of the sexes
of Robert the Scot Burns.
Surely, we are here to fete
the eve of Eves's attributes
our accept of your sex
of your plain attitudes.
Towards your menfolks a
ring of your sensual dances
and we will happily convey
everything - for your entrances!

The Lassie

Yes, man-powers, let us forget
the bad times of urges' fight
and eat to our heart's mirth
give Burn's his dues of light.
Tonight, we bury the hatchet
and explore the glancing
of both parties's - our's meek
and yours - proud prancing.
As you aptly put it
your strong arms are needed
for lifting and heaving
we happily will this attain
by our graces receiving.


For a belated Burn's supper

A Voelva's aphorism

A modern woman of many
ideas
is like an elefant's
trunk
she thinks like a
Sophia
for she has lots of
spunk.

Death and a lady

Death becomes a lady
she is mourning the loss of life
hence she longs for nothingness
no problems anymore
no one to keep score
the gap of joy to succeed less
than the welded kitchen knife
her name was just Sadie.

No fun!

Shuffle - bubble - rubble
here's to trouble
I am going out to shovel
no fun - redouble.