Fetus versus mom musings

A fetus is now a legal person
with own rights in many states -
its mom is just a birthing machine!
If the mom's life is in danger -
fetus's right takes over
kills mom
and everybody is happy!

Where is the personal freedom
of a woman to make her
own individually right choice
for her own body and soul?
Not going back to the back alleys
but if necessary we may have to
saving the life of mom and her sanity!

Slushctober haiku

Slush - flush - world in gray
cold iciness with wet flakes
slushctober slams out.

Slushtober: Slush and October

Darkness reigns

"I own with reason: for, if men but knew
Some fixed end to ills, they would be strong
By some device unconquered to withstand religions and the menacings of seers."
Lucretius (roman Poet)

Oh wild west wind
no that poem has been written
one shoe two blue shoes
again that stanza had its run.

Alas, eons of years ago
before I arrived on this merry-go-around
a brilliant man has thought the same - !

So how can anyone dare to write
anything because plus cela change
plus c'est la meme chose.

And yet, each poet, each writer,
even each primary schooler scribbles
in the hope that something new
will erupt out of the morass
out of the mixture of words
following certain rules
at least trying to suppress the norms

no rules - becomes the rule
hence the henchman of words
Kill not the poet -
hail the message
or vice versa - total obscurity.
today in poetry - therefore
we have to revert to
old tried rhythms and blues
(alas another cliche)
a full glorious moon
a sad wintry morn
a bleak beige daybreak
pick your picture -
cut and paste
with luck - you end up
with a sonnet or
a bonnet where the bees
can frolic
a thought is no longer
a solid....
(fill in the blank yourself, dear reader!)

Cooking

cooking for friends
is fun and delectable
cutting veggies
salting the water
poaching an egg
a little vinegar
baking a cake
will add sugar
life is cooking

Those !@#$ kilos

Those damned kilos
those extra 4-5 ones
I hate them,
I deplore that at the present
I cannot get rid of their presence.
They bother my self
they make feel a lump.
I have got
to get them to rot
I have to get off my lazy duff.

Sweet tooth

Sweet tooth every night
scary thought all right
gummy bear and worms
the world will churn
my stomach upside down
calories somewhat abound
and tooth decay for show
my dentist will know
the scales in my bathroom
will somehow make room
for my nightly indulgence
I alas claim impotence.

Nested pictures

Facebook can be revealing
and go back in time
to when oldies were young
it can be very appealing
and darned sublime
but where time was hung
between the past freewheeling
of mourning's enzymes.
Showing what was and what is
can reflect good taste
or some younger crowds
will say - oh what waste
but one day - they'll be proud
of their parents' showcase
of common heritage nids.

Atlantis revisited

Atlantis weaves in
and out of histories
from Plato to Nazism
and everything in between.
Island or continent,
the idea of a lost state
haunts even today
the archeologists.
If it were true
if we could find it
would it be different
than in the mind's eyes
for thousand years?
Schlieman found Troy,
will somebody find
the lost realm?

Dog wagging

Dog behavior is stranger
than usual, my sweet pet,
what ails you?
Sometimes I wish we could
have the conversation
of your day versus mine.
I think I failed you.
I leave you stranded a
at home - almost three days
every week, yet
when I come home
no hard feelings
just a wagging tail.
Am I lucky or what?
Just one thing, you do know
I love you.

Hypatia

Hail to the philosopher!
Your free spirit impresses
perhaps you can teach
a twenty-one centenarian
timeless truths of
innovative freethinking
Alexandrian society?

Autumn's autonomy

I lament the fact
that September has gone
the coldness in the works
and autumn has begun
with a vengeance
my mood's deference
to darker days ahead
glorious gloom embed'
climate's gentle perks
red wines me detract.

Ant attack ode

Ants attack in my kitchen
I do not like it a smidgen
they creep and they crawl
they run and they sprawl
one hole is closed
but a dozen more exposed
what more can we do
clean up any food goo
chemically killing them
creates alas a mayhem
all the ones here condemn'
my food larder a pure gem
for the ants and their "femme"
time to get rid of the phlegm.

Move over Einstein

Another jolt to a grand belief
Einstein's theories may not hold
for an aesthete it's a sorry relief
cause everything but zilch will fold
into something less than a massif
not even beauty is the leitmotif
change is the only credo foretold.

Reading stories

I read - I bleed for hero's death
or the heroine's mess
when I absorb a story
my mind will worry
or laugh or bear witness
and I shall draw my last breath.

Interface

A new and cleaner interface
what is that to me?
Is it that the writing on the wall
is easier to see
or is it that not so much fluff
on the screen to be?
I do not truly care about
what is on the doodad
I know I could do more
if I chose that ad
with great mercantilizaton
alas I fell for that fad
I should applaud vividly
this cleaner look
clap my hand and shout
yet the Internet's hook
of dealing or wheeling's time
will be like the Chinook.

Men's wear

Being older and wiser(ha)
I know a thing or two
and here is what my counsel
is to womankind too.

Men's wear is much better
the producers of course
realize that women are fickle
money to spent - applause.

So now the old broad
has instituted in her mind
buying sandals and boots
is better of the male kind.

Body talks

Body, mind and spirit
does do it for you,
if the mind is sound
and the spirit alert
then why in the world
can the body not follow?

Splinted atoms of yore
turns into a tsunami
of a fire bomb
and then after a while
nature heals slowly.

My body away from
a beloved place
rebels -
again I have asthma
nose problems -
within not even one week
I am back on medication.

Either my mind
is on speed and sorrow
that it affects
that corpse of mine
or nature is telling
me - to go back?

Glooming doom?

Vigga the Volva was again alarmed
nothing was quite safe in her woods
she wandered near Ygdrasil her tree
for life, of life, to life
it looked sad, the leaves turned too soon
the weather was weary - dreary
what in the world was wrong?

A global warmth or coldness swept
the age old globe of Gaia
some places were more hot
other spots turned colder
the animals were disappearing
humans were multiplying
so the old earth could not
feed and accommodate every one.

Disasters of Africa's horn
threw famine at that particular spot
in Asia tsunamis were growing
in her world the rain kept pouring
down for days - a beginning of ice age?
Ygdrasil had had too much heat
and now too much water - the roots rotting
and decay setting in -sadly.

She had had a weird dream
yesternight - way off her normal reveries
she was forced to cover her windows
in the house with papers
otherwise the it could not withstand
the temperatures of 235 degrees!
Talk of an ecological nightmare.

She again went and muttered
around her little brook
which had taken a hit and was
completely stuffed with debris
of logs and left-overs from
the recent very heavy rainfall,
unprecedented - 40 years hence
another storm flooded her
pristine flow of water.

The volva Vigga trod carefully
swinging her light cape
soon she would have to change
to the more warm one
she was still very worried
and in spite of the gloom
of days of doom people
still managed to find joy.
Was that the answer?
Nay, Gaia will say soon
she has had enough
and that humans will obey her.

Jetlag again

Jetlag week two
it is wearing too
like a bad hairdo
I have tried drinks
even tried forty winks
my body is jinxed.

summer of dreams

Alas gone
moments in time
a whiff of mementos
so flighty.