Grandbaby!

Baby face so far away
your smile displays on ether
grandchild of Aussie

Change is in your face
your mom's sends her riposte
grandson of Aussie

Wish I could see you
when you sleep at night
grandlad of Dane

Want to hug you always
while you cry
grandfellow of Dane

I think of you sweet little one
to sense you are alive
Aussie, Dane, of Earth.

First flake

Snow memories
of childhood
the crispy first flake
taste of chill
on my tongue -
it will not last.

The Siren

It howls It screechs
it mauls the ears
not like its "namesake"
the Siren of the Odyssey.
It truly denotes "help":
The dogs duly yelp.
Somebody is dying,
someone is near the end.
So if you hear this wail
You are still full sail.
It howls. It screechs
It penetrates your soul.

On listening to the siren in a little village in France.
The siren will alert the Firemen/Ambulance
and you will know it is serious.

Plus cela change

I am an olive
me I am a blackcurrant
My color is green says the grass
your color is purple, accuses the elephant
I am what I am
acceptance?
In this world no!

Richness perceived

Through American eyes
I see our little European home
for the first time:
it is tiny!
Through fancy eyes
I see my little French village
for the second time:
it is small!
Through outer-European eyes
I see my life
for the third time:
I know I am rich!

20 minutes?

Humor your spouse with humor
otherwise you will die
laugh of your own idosyncrasies
and your spouse's - in private!

Know that we are all mortal
Cesar will salute the dead
just as he was saluted - with knife wounds
ah - how little we all are -
how big we all want to be.

In 80 years the world as we know it
cease to exist in this jolly mode.
Yet in Iraq and other wars hampered areas
your day may stop to exist
- in 20 minutes or less!

Bel-Ami

Bel-Ami
charming as only the novel's character
lover of many women
cannot comprehend
why the ladies do want him for their own,
he loves the world
therefore the world must love him back
and if he should have more than one,
it doesn't hurt
- h i m!-

Wintertide
whirling leftover leaves
dog determined to walk
worms hiding in the dirt
will spring come?

Yuletide
signs up everywhere
shops and on the abodes
in our western world
tingling escapism?

Sleepytide
blooms are hiding
animals hibernating
or lying low
will seedtime burst?

Caveat emptor

whereas .. it holds the connection
whereas .. the web is spreading
whereas .. it globalizes the people
whereas .. the power is humongous
---
searchers stop!
---
if it is too good
it may be untruthful
if it fits your beliefs
it is in all likelihood false
if it is written or pictured
it may be illusory

Reaching

To reach out
is to feel
to branch out
is to yield
to love
is just real.

Einstein and the bull

Einstein's hold on modern physics
exists only in our new world
his view is just a century old

whereas the painting people
from Lascaux and Altimira
drew a bull as sophisticated
as Picasso's and his faux steer

when craftsmen drew on the
mummies in the Pyramids
the cavemen had been dead for
at least twelwe k years

that day a bull appears on the moon
will unification of Einstein's ideas loom
from Santorini's shore to my lyrics.

With sincere apology to mr. Einstein.
Thanks to Leo Abernathy for our discussion.

Poem - meop

"A poem is never finished, only abandoned" Paul Valery.

It struck me - apply this to

Michelangelo's David
Brunelleschi's dome
Leonardo's Last Supper
anything in between
Einstein's theories
Beatles' music

if the Pyramids needed more magnitude -
the Hanging Gardens of Babylon needed extra daffodils -
that Beethoven's fifth missed one extra note

Will the love sonnets of Will S.
be better if another stanza would appear?

Can perfection be improved?

Blackmail

Feelings squeezed out of your gut
to the nth degree
but falling for it - absolutely not
I refuse the knee.
Blaming is easy
abscond adult
responsibility -
sadness remains.

Samhain

Samhain - end of harvest time
in early Celtic lore
adapted adroitly by the church -
All Souls' Night.
Halloween in our time
commercialism wins
but are we closer to the Celts
than we think?

Stark reality

hunger for connections
all too bloody banal
in lieu of loneliness

we make up stories
we create our values
we procreate to hide

our frustrations with
our own selves
our own mortality

Lucky Friend

"Widow's maker" will take you away
from what you would do today
off-road driving into the unknown
and leave your family very alone.

So you were extremely lucky
somebody saw something yucky
on your tests and insisted
that you would be inspected.

Yep - angioplasty and a stent
prolongs your precious life - lent
to you more time to ponder
what's important, life's wonder.

Little barracuda!

Your rounded head
of newborn downiness
at your mother's breast
suckling - craving her
bonding like all beasts
a little barracuda
for love and nurture.

The fifth season

The fifth season springs forth
it lasts only a few days
spiderwebs, dawn dews
between summer and fall
a warm glow - after night's bend
shimmering of earthly spoor
into Indian summer's daytide
at dusk it flows suffused
into coolant evening moonglow.


To P. who showed me:
Kurt Tucholsky's "Fifth Season"

Elliptical Serendipity

rencontre extraordinaire
souls collision
childhood - early manhood
middle years early - late
the ellipse - the fairy ring
found somewhere
picked up intuitively
gravitating towards
bending the mold
in new strange forms
seen only by merfolks
the globe enclosed fate ...

Rainy lemons in Oz

Quietly droplets
splot the lemons' skins
greenish unriped
sparkling emeralds -
citrously bright
sunloved fruit
comparably to none
lacking the sun's sparkle -
yet in the gray of the dawn
dewdrips' scintillation
awakens all sensory
embellishing these
tiny yellow diamonds
in the rough.