Shall I Dance

Shall I swing
With a dreamy dancer
Swirl in a dancing dream
One day with
A steamy cavalier
Who has both both
The footwork and rhythm
So swaying becomes
The actual path
To Nirvana embracing
Endless fathomic hope

Need for sugar - alas a battle not won

Sweet tooth - oh please
I last until after dinner
but then ...I succumb
to needing the sugar
the chocolate - the licorice

Strange because during
the day my mind is onto
life in general - but come
evening tide and darkness
the lure of comfort:

succulent rhum of cane
of my feverish brain
to become my bane
of my fight in vain
hubby  - go to the store -again

Hour glass' counts

Yawning before bedtime
seeing somebody gaping
before work today
will be the sign of a boring
slightly forgettable interval
tomorrow shall be filled
with seconds, minutes, hours
of remembering to live
instead of just exist and breathe
because the hour glass
shreds its sand and it runs
faster and faster
and soon enough one day
its gliding small specks
will have stopped running
since its upper chamber
has emptied itself of
non-perpetual motion

Pain gain?

Shoes that you know
you should not wear
you do in spite of
health  and comfort
you do it to send a
strong message
here I am - today
I am a professional!
What a pro of what
of pain and in vain
Nobody is looking
at you - kiddo
you are a keyner
Old and irrelevant
But I do it for me
to portray a role
of someone of
somewhat importance
once upon a time
Get off your heels
A waste of pain!

Controlling what?

For umpteenth time
Will humanity not learn
That war and strife creates
Havoc and mayhem
At the moment only locally
These kerfluffles are
A mean to keep
The wheels going
And tyrants and spheres
Dreaming of more
Or at least status quo
The little people suffering
Do not bother them on iota
The world is complicated
And what goes on in
The back rooms of
Kremlin - White House -
In Beijing or elsewhere
We will maybe know
In 50 years time then
It will be too late
And another greater war
Of ressources and climate
Would have taken place

Name your price?

Who is up for sale?
The US and who else?
Poland or Greece,
Turkey, Saudi Arabia?
Russia and China are buying!
Who is flirting with
autocracy or strongmen?
Brazil, and the rest?
Dangerous tendencies
Of  mediocrity and fear
And not to be despised
Human stupidity and angst
The bystander’s effect.
Poor democracy and its price
For freedom now is
Complacently too low!

Jalousie - même

Jalousie existe au fond des gens
qui aiment violemment et  trop
qui veulent avoir pour eux
les sentiments totals de l'aimé
sans regard pour l'autrui et soi
mais de temps en temps même
dans les gens qui sont sans ire
elle se monte à cause de l'envie
et là c'est à la vexation pour moi.

Point to point

A pointisettia
Set in a pot
filled with joy
Is the point

Recipe for Turkey day???

Got a recipe
something new
gotta try it
not a difficult brew
just for everybody to taste
so I should be careful
not in haste
and actually follow
the directions
if I do not then
accuse me of
dereliction!
Bon Appetite to everyone
trying this new
wonderful concoction
this day and age
it is filled with
special toxins!!

to the young maidens in awe

Red orangey lips
Trembling tempting
You beyond ecstasy
Your libido rising
Risking nothing
Because you’re in
Power - playmate
Your so called partner
Young maybe in awe
Or just enthralled
You irresistible male
To their soul’s dream
Their phantom’ lover
Only for you chance
Of not being found out
And for them  a life
In bitterness and self- rebuke.

Overalt

Overalt finder en ordsmed
(direkte oversat - javel)
ideer til en ideologi
eller en kønsutopi
som nu da jeg sad
og kedede mig og læste
Huffington Post paa tysk
"dieses Wort diskriminiert
Fraun" af dr. Gunda Windmueller

Schamlippen - er den officiøse term
og det er paa tysk og paa dansk
skamlæber
og ja hun har ret den kloge kvinde!

Hvor er skammen om vulvaen
er det en synd at have en kusse?
Et kønsbegreb som jo bare
fortæller et hvilketsomhelst menneske
at der er en skam at havldelen
af jorden befolking har nogle sådanne
smukke - funktionelle kønsdele!

Hun og dermed ogsaa denne poet
vil herefterdags kalde dem
ved deres rette navn: vulvalæber

Back to normal

Back to normal whatever it may be
on a Saturday noon tide -
sitting wondering what will happen
I do not know - but my guess
is to eat a lunch quietly while pondering
and musing slowly - if retirement
is like this - I'd rather hit a fit!
So back to normal crazy like
move - body and soul
for if not I shall surely die.

Help I needed a poem - yesterday

what woman would not like a hat
to top off her outfit like that
so that's what I did a Friday night
and oh what a crazy sight

Whiskey tango foxtrot

Whiskey tango foxtrot
wonderful military alphabet

Oscar Mike is on the move
dancing tango in the street

our commander-in-chief
is an oxygen thief

and clusterfucking the US
I am gonna rack out

so repeat the first line




                                                                                     

cold à la dr. Seuss

Modus vivendi à la snot
A nose from which I cannot
Breathe even lightly
So my choice diminished
Of speaking while blocked
Remains - and that’s enough!

Mystiske møder

En nordmands møde med en dansker  i Paris
en sommeraftensstund
et skæbnespift fra virkelighedens verden
en sommereftermiddagsblund
sådan cirka tooghalvtres år senere
i en fransk have - er der en grund?

Et sted i USA en aften for mange år siden
en efterårsmiddagsinvitation
faldt jeg over et dame som var friet til
i københavns  levende circulation
en ekssamlevers paramour og sådan
er en sammentræftsapplikation

De pudsige snublen over  fæ og folk for foden
er som runde perler i østersskal
hvem ved hvad dagen bringer imorgen
et sammensurium eller et fald
så længe jeg er levende og siger pip
er nysgerrigheden min katedral.

Mon spectre de novembre

Je te perds de temps en temps
dans la brume de novembre
tu es là dans ma chambre
dans mon cerveau brulant
mes sentiments restent encore
mon homme je t'adore
mon spectre d'été permanent

Dog’s Christmas story in November

My small Tuscan hamlet
the Christmas Eve
My owner walks to the might mass
I sniff
Every stone every tree and pine cone
All over the smells
from holiday cooking
are totally divine

We enter the church
My mistress crosses herself
From the water bowl
Always meant to ask
Why the fountain was so high
When really it should be
a dog's water dish

I lie down but the priest
starts to preach
mumbles and squeaks
his voice is droning

I start to close my eyes
But about half an hour
Into the performance
The holy man starts to give
Out wafers during
The Eucharist

About twenty souls to get
The month old dried round
Tough dull biscuit

Alas  I was the only one who
Did not receive the hardtack
And would have liked it

Sniffing I look pleadingly
At mistress Giovanna
when she sits down
She mumbles something
About her teeth and slowly
brings out  half of a gnawed cracker
and on the sly drops it
motioning me to not get excited

praised be St Francis

(Inspired by David Zee's story)

In retrospective

A sentence in the newspaper
Struck me this morning
On this eleven eleven a hundred
Someone in an army hospital
Gassed but recovering
Swore that if he got out
He would revenge the abasement
Alas Adolph did just that.
The case point is as follows
History knows not how or where
It meets The Who
whose ego has been traumatized
And is in line with
Evil and sad forces of man’s
Brushed off tenderness for
Fatherland and search
For power over others
But given the same kinds
Of political climates or
Hatred of feeling hemmed in
Or being snubbed by society
The time and place
Will come once more.

Inspired by Michael E. Ruane’s
The day the guns fell silent. Washington Post
11/11/2018

Daily darkness constitutional

Dog walking aka
a daily darkness constitutional
sniffing dog
November duskiness
stiffing woman
a darkened daily constitutional