Un petit fait

Dans ma petite maison
en haut sur la deuxieme
il y a une grande chambre
sans chauffage intime
mais des qu'hier
mon mari ingenieur
a fait enflamme
la chaudiere a kerosene
et maintenant je sens
mon essence bruler sereine!

Le soleil

On dit souvent que le soleil
est la vie sur la terre
mais il y en a d'autres
comme la famille, les amis
qui ont la fonction
d'etre tant des etoiles

Mes astres sont plutot
ma famille et mes camarades
qui me donnent le desir
de me reveiller, de danser
de faire la cuisine
de vivre en paix ensoleillee.

Une place cachee

De ma fenetre en haut
je vois la vie en bas
des rues desertes
des rue pleines
une maison cambriolee
est la cave d'erotique
des jeunes gens,
esperant seulement
que la place n'aura pas
des petits enfants.

One day flue

A weird flue of one day
took away all my appetite
so now I have no hunger
only tea and a dry biscuit
will satisfy my stomach
I wished I could do that
when I need to - not when
I have to...

Un apres-midi avec Juillette

Autour de mon village
je trouve d'apanage
des autres hameaux
qui sont aussi beaux
mais encore une fois
car il est a moi
Cazouls les Beziers
Suis-je madame Recamier?
Je ne trouve pas ici
le duc Montmorency
et des autres notables!
mais ce n'est pas deplorable,
car pour moi mes amis
possedent surtout en catimini
des coeurs enchantants
comme Benjamin Constant
Pour finir ce bavardage
rire sans te mettre en ombrage.

Poeme d'un jour en decembre

Ma vue epantante de ma maison
est maintenant la raison
pour laquelle je reviendrai
les gens de la rue ici
sont comme des acteur du midi
ils sont la - je revenait
rien est passe
rien de nouveau
et pourtant
tout est change
tout froid tout chaud
en chantant.

Au deuxieme etage de la maison
je vois le beau horizon
et c'est pour cela je reviens
les nuages jouent aux balles
le spectacle est comme aux halles
d'autrefois - la comedie maintient
tout est change
tout froid tout chaud
en volant
rien est casse
mes reves preserves
en dansant.

Morning in Maryland

Morning in Maryland
a snowy bleak day
coldness abound
the furnace mumbles
the ego ressembles
a zombie in suburbia.

Morning in Maryland
elsewhere than here
it is sunny and bright
the children are noisy
parents run raggedly
trials in the city

Morning in Maryland
a brightly inner look
away from the stark
a long time ago -
on another continent
you my oldest were born.

A guestbook

Once upon a time
about 65 years ago
my parents got
a guest book
Through 20 anni
it came out
for invitees
into our home
mostly dinners
and parties - .
Nobody wrote
anything but good
and those who
probably thought
otherwise - didn't.
The thing which
stands out is
clearly how many
foreigners we had.
The guestbook
covered my
formative years.
Often I was put
to bed before
or ate in the kitchen
but the openness
remained ingrained
and the hospitality
would be anybody's
wishful copying.
One thing is certain
my parents (aka my dad)
loved people and
fed off their vibes.
So when I read it
I see glimpses of
child and adulthood
mine the kid
and my forebears
the grown ups -
parties and more
entangled fates
not forgotten
because they are
still here and
in my mind, but when
I go - they shall
cease to exist....

Limerick for a special occasion

There once was a girl named Emma
she had a very big dilemma
her problems were harried
she was getting married
somewhere her hair was burnt sienna!

She hooked a boy named Jesse
he was swimming along like Nessie
introduced to his bride
he took her in stride
he said come I'll be your levee.

so for five years or more
noone - only they can keep score
they did it together
in all kinds of weather
may they never of each other bore.

Tannhauser

The melodic haunting
french horns grips
my frail grim heart -
that yearning -
screaming of harmonious
longing - alas
it will forever be combined
with the composer's
philosophy as well as
my Melbournian loss.
A dichotomy forever
in my brain cells.

A little poem for my grandkids

I wish I were a balloon
so I could travel unhindered
then I would visit Rangoon
on my guitar fingered
nowhere would be taboo
Melbourne or Kalamazoo
I wish I were a flower
to bloom in a garden near you
or on the Eiffel Tower
on your windowsill of bamboo
of love and smiles and hugs
grandkids you are my buds.

Miasma?

Meddling miasma
miss the point
not knowing what
is the focus -
but guessing
wrongly at this time
and there is
nothing
one can do about it!

Turn the clock?

Son of mine,
so far away
and yet you
now get it
you with
three kids
and wife -
your turn to
be an adult.
And for a
brief time
I wished
I could've
turned back
the clock - but
for your sake
not!

Dust mites here I come

I am still in my pj's
on a Saturday morn
hubby is busy washing
and doing mundane stuff.
I did that yesterday
vacuuming, no wait I need
two more rooms - aiee
gonna do those today
don't feel like it,
but the bugs of dust
will multiply if not.
So the eyes in my house
watches me wondering
does she really mean it?

Grand daughter and Heket

Heket - goddess of fertility
a female figure of ancient Egypt lands
showed herself in all beauty
in a museum - like a strand
of strings formed the thread
from antiquity to today
- my grand daughter will be
the next generation's Heket.

A short one!

Persecutions of all kinds
be it sex, religious or just because
will never be alright.
Control over a person's mind-
alas you can within some laws-
but:
be damn'd of every possible might.

Alter ego

When you go to a dress-up party
sometimes your alter ego shows
or maybe not
but you gotta give it all
you've got.
Maybe you are a grouch gone farty
or a wizard who everything knows
but my French sailor's girl
maybe a slut
but she surely was
a sweet shot!

A sneeze

Woke with a big sneeze
the day started
what else will it bring?

A little joy a little sadness
but this day will be over
and nothing will remain the same.

So I am still going to
enjoy the sneeze that
woke me up - cause
otherwise I would be
DEAD!

Non - existante

presque une perte permanente
sans mon village languedocien
je me sens - non-existante
dans le pays american
ma petite maison ancienne
me manque tellement
sans les nuances musiciennes
le jour de demouement.

Philo form of haiku - serious

In suburbia
loneliness reigns very much
mostly older folks

What to do with them?
Each neighbor should invite one
starting today : Me.