Understanding - post 1/7/15

Satire - political and otherwise
is as old as humanity -
to be killed as French fries
is totally evil insanity.
Humor mars religious bigotry
hencemen found profanity
in drawings - bestiality!
Understanding hatred dies
humor and love flies high
when accepting gentility
irony's funny compromise.

Charlie Hebdo - for the victims

A world without humor
is not worth a dime
religious hatred is
just a sad pantomime!

faraway granny

Photos of children from afar
Make them seem more real
my mother's conundrum
when she saw my offspring
was of the same caliber
As when I see my grandkids
they are alive and growing.
in my brain they live
their own existence
imaginary and real

what is reality other than
a true phantasy of
being part of their lives

Socks

Socks under the tree
For everyone to own
To keep toes warm
Is my treat this year
Dumbledore's dictum
'You can never have
Too many socks' I live by
Maybe some recipients
These will regret to which
I'll say 'Oh Shucks'.

A Holiday celebration

Coming soon the day of feast
cutting up three ducks or two geese -
help I have to cook them first
before the guests will die of thirst
and hunger oh no here I go
a Seussian poem of sorts
crazy little gifts of naught
but as long as the idea
of a holiday without fear
enters everybody's mind
my feat will be just fine.

To Malala

Education is everything everywhere
and with education comes peace
piece by piece brick by brick
will education bring all kinds
of openness and curiosity
towards your fellow human beings
this is your hope and mine too
it should be everybody's wish
accepting differences and diversity
however all the buzz words are for naught
if we do not start with our own
and surely educating people of
not using guns but schools is
too scary for the backers of wars.
Lots of money go into education
the rewards are slow in coming
whereas the warmongers and sellers
of the finest weaponry get instant
gratification - forgetting
that education built the guns.
If guns could build education
would that not be something to strive for
instead of war and heinous strives?

10 minutes

Ten minute- poem today
it is all I've got
what if it was all the
time I had left, what to do, but
to text my loved ones
and tell them -
I love you
I tried to do the best
I could and you will stay
with me for another 7 minutes
after which I shall stop
to exist
sadly we rarely get that
change at the end
so before I go
I just say thanks
and l o v

Inondations

Inondations dans mon village
beaucoup de la plue - quel menage
et a l'interieur de mon ame
les gouttes de larme
toujours en moi ils restent
sans qu'ils s'assechent.

November comings and goings

November comings
daughter's birth
Thanksgiving's feasts
wintry weather
starts.

November goings
another month gone
Turkey carcasses out
darkness and December's
there.

Morality

Morality is for the high horsey ones
if you point fingers
you are the one on the line.

Technology

Technology is
overtaking the mind
of everybody -
so the has-to-have
is more
than ever before
creating a need
forgetting
that it is just
a tool - nothing else
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des prix litteraires

Prix Goncourt et prix Renaudot
sont deux couronnes
pour des auteurs
sur le continent de mon ame
helas, j'arrive pas a les
recevoir
car je n'ai rien ecrit.
mes prix sont vivants
Cela n'est pas a mepriser
Non plus.

True to the mirror

Pictures at an exhibition
of naked older women
described in a zine;
in olden days
you would have named them 'Old"
but today their age is
'the median'.
The many maidens had much
hanging not
truly strutting their tits
or their thighs wrinkling
blinking against the
timeless hours of
using and abusing their bodies.
Refreshingly unbrushed
reality mirrored-
of course regretting
the closeness of death...
Ah - to be young again
with all the knowledge
my body has absorbed
but then my wrinkles
would have been in vain.

in the cloud

memory a long time ago
went away to the iclouds
can I get it back?
only if I remember the
i-password
ah how different mi world is
compared to that of my mother's

accidental haiku

outside my window
the mower guys run and cut
the neighbors' green lawn

Broken

Again I broke my wrist
dancing with the dog twist
osteoporosis
it is not cartharsis.

Village - ou es-tu?

Ou es-tu
mon village
loin de moi
si proche dans
mon cerveau
embrouille ennervee
et ma sante souffre
quand je me promene
entre les maisons
anciennes
mes bons endorphins
sont vivants
ici sur l'autre cote
de l'Atlantique
je suis en train
d'atrophier.
Une solution?
pas pour
longtemps.....

Loin

Loin de rien
des reves lointains
nul
nul
nul
Loin de rien
des reves proches
alas
alas
alas
des reves sont
....

Soixante-six

Le requiem de Mozart
est dans mes oreilles
et c'est magnifique
le jour de ma naissance
cette musique restera
avec moi - outre tombe.

On the eve of a vote

Oh hail Scotland
Where will you be heading?
To your independence
or to your adherence?
on a dark night over the moor
down in the glens
Fairies dance their
freedom reel in tandem
with the splash
from the elusive elves.
on this night yards
of whiskey will be
drowned or drunk
depending upon
whose views will win.
know only this
Wonks and think tanks
will debate for eons.
And this non voter
But cosmopolitan with
the right to bear
a tartan of your clansmen
is wildly intrigued.
After three hundred years
You get a choice.
Democracy is definitely
daring and daunting.
Question is My Bonnie
do you fare or rest?