Tuesday, January 05, 2021

Odd year out

To have no control is to give up
maybe 
to let yourself go to see what's up
ahem
to glide along life without mirth
ach ja
to float around the puddle of mud
ah non
that is not my innate style anymore
sans doute
this is why I get upset all along
enfin
these reasons of relinquishing reign
shush
those oddball proud prejudices
alas
tell of lies and loathing of self
wass?
tinker the mellowing mind's ego
nah so
therefore life cannot be fulfilled
aber
then sways away with dark fail 




Monday, January 04, 2021

Detox hymn

Pass the port - not
a way to go on detox
on a January dreary day
much to my own dismay
but I have got to stop
enough is enough



Wednesday, December 30, 2020

New Year's eve

2020 a time of shock
world vengeance to boot
cooking too much
people starving
and dying of Covid-19

2021 a time of hope
with vaccines out of trials
still drinking too much
(at least on eve of the new)
dying and giving birth

where have I feasted
in the past of New Years
in  hotels - dancing - 
tapping the night away
drying out and coping

where else - quiet years
not many - in air plaines
in NYC Times Square
Kennedy Center
cold with fireworks

so this year's eve tomorrow
will be in Covid's plans
I shall be home doing
tv - having a bottle of fizz
and thinking of you! 

Monday, December 21, 2020

Great constellations

On winter solstice 2020
One core constellation 
Jupiter and Saturn
two  phantom planets
encountered visually by
the earthlings vividly
in 1226 during 
the Albigensian Crusade
in 2020 through 
the Covid-19 plaque

from the Middle Ages
to the Space time of now
it makes me think thus
everything in between
a little girl of 5 
taken by her mom
at noon watching
her first solar eclipse
through a piece of glass
smoked grayish black
-
that's why today I applaud
that I can see this 
and make the connection
to a house somewhere 
in Occitania -that this
middle-aged village 
contains stones upon stones
and  this house was begun
around that time

so the starry combination
of two great Ancient gods
is a cool culmination 
what makes me happy
knowing that we share
all people everywhere
fates of humanity -
and humbly we should
embrace our smallness
amid a second of 
Gaia's part of the universe

Sunday, December 20, 2020

Finished œuvre

An old lady’s lament
With a twisted hell ring
Of a course towards
Dead corpse’ demise
Having fulfilled nothing 
Of her young dreams
A total waste except 
Her brood 

An old person’s yelling 
With a swirling dance
A body’s doomed bang
When hitting the floor 
Just a life in vain
Sans rien for show
If only - just vanity
Her ideas

Blending the two
Her kids and her chimes 
Will not double up 
Like the two planets
A phenomenon against 
The evening sky
Wondering like all
Her testament


Saturday, December 12, 2020

Saturday's little observation

Possessed by possessions
obsessed by obsessions
lost to loose losers
without withering
all human foibles 
are inhumanely humane
if we acknowledge 
with fail our frailties!
  
 

Friday, December 11, 2020

A fleeing instant

shadows on the wall opposite my window
mirroring the house I live in for now
how ephemeral  is this fleeting sight
it moves in an instant with the sun
never to repeat - not even next year
since this sight of sun beams of morn
will be different - just like my feelings
because I shall then be a year's worth wiser
(if I live that long) and the moment gone 

Wednesday, December 09, 2020

Horned hen

Horned hen - a total disaster
describing my ego's desire
when truly I meant raunchy
It comes and goes still
when I least expect it -
the olde female driving  or
walking - not when seeing
a handsome man or anything
just out of the thin blue
hitting red - yellow or green
not ham not egg just me
and my physical carnality.

Tuesday, December 08, 2020

The roles

The roles of our lives if we live that long
egg child adolescent adult senior - corpse
so an ovum takes on a sperm and evolves
into a child - babyhood - toddler - a kid
and then the biology kicks in - an ado
with all of the sexual complications
until at the middle of the twenties
one can feel semi-normal whatever or not
during adulthood you have ups- downs
all around and depending on your
economic status never truly static
because life isn't - that kind of smooth ride
for most - the one percent eliminated
and then the rest of us rich to poor
have the same fuss over love and unlove
whether trans bi hetero gay or lesbian
or the varieties in between - alas
rare have anyone had nothing to worry about
or if an occasionally so - he or she creates
problems of a minor to a major
But our roles of babies to old fogies
can change within a moment from 
one to the next company we keep or alone
humans are adaptable but frail 
and sometimes the weak or the strongest
there is not true role for the actor
we are reactors of our environment
heading into an accident - a reunion
the biology of the human will react
either bodily or with feelings - 
bleeding for boozing or dragging 
ourselves down or perhaps up the ante
it doesn't matter - we - people of the world -
will be a perpetual drop of humanity
hate love frustration obsession with colors
of all kinds and the sounding board 
around us called nature will react
to our stupidity and our unthoughtful ways 
so that one day tis world as we so call it
will vanish when our great great great
grandchildren are gone - they are away
we are away and the Gaia shakes herself
and starts humming and swinging again.  

Tuesday, December 01, 2020

Au "revoir" les petits monuments

mon cher ami je comprends
qu'on reste des copains
des enfants communs
sans que vraiment toi et moi
soient des bêtes attachés

mon cher frère dans l'âme
je sais que la vie continue
en chantant des  ballades
d'un alternative modèle
il y a des airs différents

mon cher pote des années
malgré mon quasi-attirance
on n'est que des bons amis
et pour cela je te remercie
de tout mon coeur pâli

un jour on se rencontrera
encore au joli printemps
avec l'espoir dans l'esprit
mais pour l'hiver venant
je m'arrête triste et morne
 

Sunday, November 29, 2020

Réflexions

Novembre - les derniers jours
Les vignes s’endorment tous
Les garrigues brunissent aussi

Tout est calme malgré les temps 
D’une pandémie qui tue 
Indiscrètement sans borne 

On n’a pas le luxe d’être 
Imprudent et cavalier 
Autant qu’on le voulait

Sacrée volupté dont parle 
Le poète n’offre que l’air
Parmi les fleurs fanées 

Sauf sur un siège dans
La merveille d’Occitanie
Imaginons un monde guéri


Thursday, November 26, 2020

Clues to a screw

Someone found a screw
on the kitchen floor
dug up not where it went it

later dreamt about it
a nightmare where 
the screw popped up again

This time someone had
the hot tip to the screw
thought it was right

in the garage the trance 
did not yield the answer
clueless screwless hole!

The morale of the tale is
believe your pipe dreams
and be verily screwed


Wednesday, November 25, 2020

A thought about a trip

First world problem - naturally
trying to fly home - eventually
airline keeps cancelling flight
so got another trip - somehow
to go where I belong - anyhow
the plane got away - no dice
so 
here I am in a lovely place
a pandemic a holiday race
to try and satisfy home base
yet feeling stuck and not
the feeling of being free
is not there - being me
so
whatever one does - in life
comes to haunt with a strike!
  


Wednesday, November 18, 2020

La réaction

Une réaction physique 
d'une femme aphasique
dans la fureur basique
estampe des pathologiques -
larmes  - sans logique
sauf le fait vampirique
dans l'enfance scénique
et le bel âge chimérique
les rages homérique
effrayante colère unique - 
font un choc tragique! 
 


Tuesday, November 17, 2020

Le long de la randonnée

Une petite histoire rencontrée
sur mon chemin aujourd'hui
quel beau temps de Novembre
autour d'une morte alourdie
pour l'individu qui l'a raconté

Un homme et un chien et moi
j'ai dit bonjour comme d'hab
l'air était si frais et odorante
m'en expliquant peu opaque
sans que la petite bête aboie

Sa compagne est décédée
et tout un coup j'ai compris
sans lui rendre une offense
que sa femme souvent confie
à moi pardi -j'aime sa majesté

Poursuivant - son chien en patois
le toutou loge chez lui retrograde
pour l'homme il est son épicentre
surtout son meilleur camarade
presque ses yeux en larmoient
 
Notre flânerie continue peu à peu
il commence à ouvrir sa vie
des langues -  sa propre naissance
quel metier il a poursuivi
c'était dans ces mots on s'était arrêté.

Le soleil d'un après-midi flamboie
la vie passe ses uniques mascarades
je peux être comme une Cassandre
avec les rencontres mitraillades
le vent porte plein des fins en soi




Saturday, November 14, 2020

She solo!

Saturday eve in a medieval hamlet
the gateway to an ancient empire
Something strange happens
To an almost crone of sorts
Not for very long time free
But
By old stones - by being her
The innards churn nothing
If not calmness of a caliber
Equal to -could it be a certain 
Self acceptance - enjoyment 
Of
Her own company - aloof
In her search for solitude 
Because she knows that
Tales told by her ancestor
You are alone - accept it
And
Within the sturdy stone house 
She relinquishes the need
For people’s company 
And realizes that here
She is embalmed with peace!

Thursday, November 12, 2020

Un dessert au grenier

 Pas sous les toits de Paris 
Dans les années précédentes 
D’un rêve printanier rosé 
Mais une réalité anéantie
Par une pandémie récente 
Dans mon grenier arosé
De l’amitié des rires fous
parlant de la vie courante
Des voyages dans le futur 
Là-bas des illusions où 
Elles sont vraies - souriantes
Des vues de maintes  cultures 
On ne parle que des choses
Agréables et des voyages beaux
Nos anciens amitiés d’amour 
Mais l’heure du départ s’impose
Nos mémoires restent au limbo
Donc un autre  gerbe de velours

Wednesday, November 11, 2020

Le onze de onze

Le onzième novembre
à l’heure pile onze
Une grande guerre stoppa 
Aujourd’hui encore
Les clochers sonnent
on la mémorise  - voilà 
Les bruits sonores  partout 
Peuvent aussi nous dire
Qu’on est encore - hélas 
Contretemps de Covid 
Une peste de nos jours 
C’est notre bataille piranha 
Ensuite l’animosité vif
Qui reste entre les gens
Riches/pauvres /en Scylla
De Charybdis - on tombe
Comme des aveugles dans
Notre propre microcandela 
La lumière pointe uniquement 
Dans une seule direction 
Au lieu de danser la zarzuela 
Avec les voisins qu’on ne connaît
Et les invite pour bavarder 
À l’heure onze au delà !

Sunday, November 08, 2020

Radical needs

A new president-elect's speech
without divisive comments
threats of this and that
a promise of union of decency
has not been the norm
for four years plus
in a middle of a pandemic
everyone else is a potential
enemy - a frail person's
scaremongering tactics
but now all of a sudden 
just calm and reason revived
seems so-called shocking
that it will be the balm
this island country needs



Friday, November 06, 2020

My waiting for Godot???

I plunged into
the miasma
on November third

a few days later
had not thought
but got hit by

November fifth
yester morn
how could I have
forgotten my dad's
day of death 
and my uncle's  ditto
on the third -
an my mom's demise
as well on the fifth

years later -
a long time ago
and here I was
waiting for a shift

in rescuing democracy
wish it to come sooner
or it may not
so I am waiting like
Vlad and Estrag
for a result that
will come - process
questioned when
it should not be

inquiring neither
should my parents'
deaths on the same day
twenty eight years apart
the strange way of
when my mother's
last days were odd and
I knew that she might
die on the same dawn
into dark at the same hour,
my dad did not wait
for Godot to arrive
like this old drama

flipping the odds that
one day I might
die on this weird 
Gunpowder Plot date
to another lightening
morning awaits democracy
or demise thereof 
it gives me hope 

the election and death
of equality and darkness
intervals of doubt 
or clapping the hands
waving away the crucial
wait for Godot 

and we all do it.....