Rene Lautard

Un homme de la terre
à Cazouls-lés-Bèziers
passionné par l'antiquité
vigneron aussi
aimant faire
le vin romain
cherchant surtout
avec les Testas de Geis
les étés passés - avec Adelaïs
dans la salle du patrimoine
une mémoire vivante du village
un vrai personnage
René Lautard - il était.
On ne l'oubliera jamais.

NRA

Guns are us
Says NRA
Children need them
So they can defend themselves
Tell that to a mother
Who lost her child
To a shooting "accident"
Unreported deaths of kids
Tell a different story
Numbers will
Be fudged
But NRA says we all need
good Useless Nothings

Entretemps

Entretemps
mes mains
brulent
pour avoir
quelque choses
a faire
mais quoi -
de la broderie
du tricotage
ou lieu
de faire
le menage.

Drolatre

En retounant
d'un voyage
d'une vie apart
ailleurs
je commence
a reveiller
d'un autre sens.
Je suis dualiste
et je ne sais
si je suis
realiste ou
une reveuse.
Drole sorte de vie.

Travel thoguhts

here in the now
i sit quietly
in a corrner
of the airport
contemplating
that my mind is blurry
can barely keep awake
only two very strong
thimbles of
Caffeine
Reheat my body
but not my soul.

Another abz trial

Arts are
Bare
Creations
Daunting
Epiphanies
For
Greatness
Hellbent
In their own
Jocular veins.
Klutzes
Like
Me
Never would be able to create.
Only
People with inborn
Qualities
Really
Star
To the max.
Unequi
Vocally admiring
With
eXilation
You
Zilch me

The color of gray

Riots in Bomore
Due to police
Handling
At fault - yes
At risk - yes
In danger - yes
Whose fault?
The whites
The blacks
The reds
The yellows
The greens

The gray
Areas
Poverty
Anger
Lack of education
You fill in the rest
Of the poem

Moving thoughts

We moved away
due to needing
reduced space

nobody needs anything
but a few items
-
and we have gazillions
-
in time we hope to
reduce the things
-
we will become
specs anyway
- so what does it all
matter?

What color is Sunday?

Sunday painting
in the new to us condo
somehow I got white all
over my hands
and more silver streak
in my hair
I even managed to
get paint on the wall -
alas, it did not cover
so tomorrow is another
coloring day.

Rt 40 at Starbucks

On a Sunday afternoon
Displaced
The house for sale
Looking out
On a sunny Route 40
Hoping that
Our Home will leave
The hands who
Cared for it for years.

Oh my math

Math is sure not my thing
It has an ominous tomb like ring
I don't want to do it
No way I shall prove it
And calc makes my poor stomach wring.

A nice limerick

There once was a lady from a city
she was not beautiful - but witty
she danced and swirled
a lady of the world
singing a naughty ditty.

Dichotomy

on a snowy day
the outside world
fights hates rapes
mutilates kills -
my inner sphere
is calm

Valerie

Died too early
in your sleep.
At one point in our lives
we were closer.

Today I went back -
an inkling
seeing some familiar faces
if only for a flash.

Your spirit converged
twenty some years
of PTA and playmates -
soul buddies and all.

Religion gone awry

Religion of a certain kind
creates havoc -
controls weak souls -
waves power
and tempts ultimate
domination freaks
- dangerous combo -
in a social setting
where the frail seeks
instant gratification
helped by modern media
and ancient sectarian men.

Mask

Masking the mummy's mask
is that the real me?
Wearing a sheer veil
is surely a way
to conceal terrified traits.
Camouflaging the funny face
cloaks my innermost thoughts
hiding them behind
a guise of utmost weariness
or a uncut happiness -
knowing the venerable veneer
will fool anyone and everyone
to the point of
this cheerless clown
laughing lugubriously
at the world and herself.

Bear within

Russian desire for Ukraine
nothing new
the bread basket of yore
still desirable
the czar's name irrelevant
Pjotr, Paul or Putin
Alas we will never learn
that men are powerful
warmongers
that men with little dicks
play Russian roulette
with fates of so many.

Eternal laments

Not sleeping is now painful
My brain is getting ffuzzier
Saying what I want is not comprehensible
And my mood swing totally out of whack
All I want is to sleep
And I cannot.

A birth

Giving birth to a poem
can be hard labor
creating it is fun
intense pains of
getting it on paper
requires an ovum
of foolish ingenuity
combined with hard
nosed boisterousness
a virgin ambiguity
a Fallopian phloem.

IA

Une belle dame avec merci
le cancer l'a tourmentee
pendant plus d'une annee
une femme a ete engourdie
par son esprit
nous etourdis - elle est la vie
et l'existance de son mari.

Ia une femme forte est sortie.
Sa famille, ses amis en deuil
un ame - imaginez - un glaïeul
dans les delais impartis
avec des fleurs
en pleine forme - elle est vivante
une reine embrassante.

Elle est privee et gentille
elle aide ses proches
souvent dans sa sacoche
elle apportait des choses utiles
avec un sourire
aimant la vie et la solitude
un etre de mansuetude.

Vive une femme
une amie
un etre formidable.