Momentarily

Everything can be done
momentarily
but not everything should be done
momentarily
A mountain of events
could momentarily
go bust
in a moment
and yet momentarily
it could happen
and that would
be historically
monumentally
essential
so when you decide
to do something momentarily
remember
that the movements
of the wings of the butterflies
in Mexico or elsewhere
will momentarily
affect everyone
momentarily.

D'etre present

Solitaire dans la maison
proche de moi
le moyen age m'embrasse
pas d'effroi.

Entre les pres et l'air
je me promene
si c'etait l'antiquite
tout s'evene.

Seul d'etre present
dans le moment
va sauver mon ame
en l'humectant.

Hail Friends

Hail storm of 15 minutes
nothing remains the same
when you discover
the dreadful damage
you also realize
who are your real friends.

(To Margaret and Tony)

Tale delerium

de
som snakker fornuft
som jeg kan forstaa
er interessante
men der er ogsaa dem
som aevler hele tiden
for at dominere -
politikere og andre
smaa folk
men alligevel finder
man af og til guldkorn
selvom det ikke er ofte
hos dem

jeg lytter
og filosoferer over
hvordan jeg kan lade mig
dominere af nulliteter
(ja jeg er doemmende)
men hvordan kan jeg andet
naar svadaen overvaelder mig.

Det er skraemmende og det
er saadan Hitler kom frem.

Two items

Reading le Monde
about the West versus the East
two items strike me.
The renaissance and
the respect for the individual.
Everything else
does not matter.

Remembrance

Childhood somewhere north
memories brought forth
during a week's holiday

Girlfriend is my sister
the best I could wish for
the view: a sound of sea

We heard jazz and saw sun
with her brother - just fun
just what I dreamt of

A Monday in town - jazz
discussed life's razzmatazz
two fates without sex

A mild day a mature woman
new abode and talk to bosom
ending at a museum

Wild meeting in town at noon
lunch and chat - balloons
flying - moving along

Dinner that night two fates
a birthday's dinner with updates
walking on the beach

A new old town - picked up
two friends - not dixie cups
a sure memory lane drive

Later that night fun newbies
shown their abode - a true ruby
chat chat half the night

Return to girlfriend - biked
around the old place - hiked
up her father and family

A Saturday in jazz again
that ended in pouring rain
but we heard the music

Sunday now so quiet and gray
it will be my final full day
in the old memory lane

Still I shall meet another lady
middle years uncovered shaky
under the sky in clouds

Tomorrow I shall return to where
my choice is - a new life - aware
the jump has been made.

Touch lady

I know a lady
who is battling
fighting
and is a tough broad
with a smile
she takes on
cancer!
If ever I get
that friggin' disease
she will be my
lode star.

To Ia

weirdy wordy

drool
cool
wool
awol
which
word
do not
belong?
spool
school
jule
ach-
no more
a la
the famous
Dreisel
and yet
snook a cook
jump a brook
end of
story!

Mort d'une memoire

C'est drole
comme fonctionne le cerveau
je n'arrive pas
a trouver dans ma memoire
pourtant je sais que
je l'avais ecrit
sans que je le notais!

Morning thoughts

A lazy morning on the loft
looking out on the vineyards
my mountain in the distance
lies in a hazy breeze
and with my myopic eyes
everything seems well
but inside some houses
there are strange going-ons
some molest their children
others spit control
over spouse and bicker
bitterly in the beauty around
sordid crummy abodes
with nothing but squalor
outside the suns beckons
another day is here -
I sit in peace up herye
knowing fully that I
am a lucky bastard in my
solitude - away from it all.

Enfants de la guerre

Aujourd'hui en me promenant
j'ai recontre quelqu'un
qui m'a parle d'un photo
d'un enfant de la guerre 14.
Et aujurd'hui il y a des enfants
qui se battent chaque jours
comme des hommes defendant
quelque chose inutile
ou les terres de leurs peres.
Je hais la guerre normalement
tout a fait d'idiotie
mais des fois j'avoue necessaire
mais jamais avec des enfants
qui ont droit d'innocence
des rires fous et de la tendresse
ils n'ont pas besoin
d'etre vieux avant d'avoir vecu
et avoir les yeux de savoir
faire ... la - guerre!

Paper

Paper versus the cloud
is not to be sneezed at
the cloud remains in the sky
and parchment and the pulp
can last hundreds of years
so my choice will still be
paper - and alas here I write
in the sky azure blue.

Proust me hante

Un moment proustien
ce matin - en buvant
du lait semi-ecrime.
J'avais six ans
a Cap d'Ail - et la mer
reste eblouissant
une premiere fois
que j'avais avale
ce liquide epais.

Too much - too little

Too much wine
too much food
not enough self-discipline
too little water
too little fruit
I go on a French "regime".

Fifi

Je suis frustree
car mon ordi joli
n'aime pas corresponder
avec le petit wifi
de 2 g d'orange
et cela me donne
des complications
assez stupide - fifi.

Hjemme

En aabning i ens tidsforloeb
til en svunden sfaere
langt fra hvor jeg var baaren
udover viddenernes straekning

der har jeg hjemme

et sted hvor musikkkens gloed
spiller i maaneskin
aprikosens blodroede side
viser vejen - ad hvilken

jeg har hjemme der

at finde sin skaebne og
opdage at den var en anden
kan betyde to ting
et vejkryds eller en rundkoersel

jeg har der hjemme

une pensee a l'abri

Ici ce petit village
dans les grands nuages
aupres de la plage
sans trop de plumage
il me reste encore
un ete ou plus j'implore
la vie que j'adore
ou bien c'est fini.

A trip - a travail - complaint - no poem

Not a trip to Hawaii
that's for newly weds -
but a trip to Paris
from DC to Reykjavik
and then to Oslo finally
landing six hours later
than anticipated
I am completely dead!
All I had to do was wait
and grin and bear
that's tiring!

Azalea garden revisited

often on Mum's day
a request to revisit
Azalea gardens
a cornucopia - red and white
breath taking views
of nature's gift -
alas being outside
donates me a sniffle
or stronger -
the memory remains
forever in my mind's eye
- just needs a refresher
once in a while
- outside too.

May fever??

Sunday morning in May
sunshine
flowers blossoming
breezes
beautiful hay fevers
fairies
around the Maypole
exception
mayhap the dancing
waltzes
just over the haywire!