Pyramids - here I come....not

Got an email - urging me
to write a humorous comment
on life in general
send it to the top name
No way will I do
any of those schemes
of pyramids and such

On that same day
another proposal to submit
a new recipe of mine
to a top name - in
so many days I would
get 36 new suggestions
for cooking  - hot

Desiderata are growing
ironically this week
would have been gaping
at king Tut's treasures
in London - exhibits galore
Egyptian artifacts I love
Tomb propositions I hate

A house mouse

One evening at home
during Corona shutdown
a black mouse appeared
ran along the wall
shocked I screamed
for my husband
so surprised no scared
just weird that
it materialized now
and that somehow
it kept us grounded
in total reality
a mouse in our house

Another eve again
it came  and said hello
Methinks his name is Henry
after the pirate "Jack Avery"
This swashbuckling
started his career in
a town called Corunna!
This little creature
captures our minds
traps have been set
no  dice - no mice

Yesternight after
almost a five-day hiatus
again he came to visit
we were sitting quietly
reading books.
Hubby found a hole
in a wall - Henry's
 escape will be like
his namesake's cache
Henry's hoard was
never found -
and the current Henry
will not be bound.

Hudsult

Hormoner svinger i verden
det ved vi alle
hjernen drypper af oxytocin
til kraftige og smalle
men at nære et berøringsbehov
i en ensom verden
er dog trist og må bekæmpes
ved en daglig færden
af knus og kram og solskin
og en masse tumult
for at bekæmpe en sorg
over den saglige hudsult.

Stop press

The press does not stop
at the current time
and should not
No way should it stop
to reveal
unfairness
violence
hatred
manipulating
conniving
absolute disasters
and not so absolute
Never before have
the press been
more needed
Never before have
the press been
so maligned
Never before must
the press not
stop press.

Dear friend

A dear friend of mine
Was born today in Aussie
Not so many moons
As I can log on
But he died
I still think of him
Often  -
my youthful guy
My sometime
Soul mate
It was too soon
For me to leave
My known world
For many years
I resisted until
Life forced me
And I was happy
To meet you
Dear heart again !

A day at a time

One day at a time
is all we can do
but that means
that we have to
make do with two
things : life - love.

Tristan and Isolda redux

Listening to Liebesnacht
A long night’s love
But king Marke’s loss
Of friendship and trust
Is much more gripping
Thus  this dark trauma
Sings of sadness’ sounds
Reducing Tristan and
Isolda’s endless plight
Of their dual dream
With the kind Cornwallian
To  - at last - Liebestod

Apology to Wagner

Gaia's pibe

Yonder hills and dales
of Arcady and Hails
here is Spring again
and yet so in vain
not for mom nature
since the sure rupture
of industry and tourists
she is no  skull - a Yorick
She blooms and thrives
humans cut with knives
so a plague beckons
while death seconds
and says Gaia's breath
is my go-to meth
the seas and streams
taste a new pipe dream.

in time of bound

Retro-Introspecting
housebound
cleaning closets?
throwing out stuff
it is not - that I can't
it is not - that I won't
but it is just not me
don't look back much
I am living today
because that
is after all - all I got
if that is retro
or intro - speculation
that is fitting
for a day inside
my cell - hell -well
of loneliness
 

Corona limerick

There once was a covid from hell
it sounded like a doomsday bell
it danced and pranced
took lives most advanced
We all felt its boom boom death knell

Crown on the earth

Pride will be our bane
because we are so vain
coronavirus and more
will evict us galore
nature will desire
with water and fire
that  humans die out
and earth turn about.

My traveling companion

Standing outside
Waiting to be gone
A colorful reminder
Of bygone trips
A broken handle
Can no longer fix
Alas dear friend
You served me well
On happy occasions
One or two not so
Most of the time
With cabin fever
Dancing away
With your content
A time in the hull
With multiples like you
But you were special
Because I entrusted
You with everything
So fare the well
My little companion
A striped carry-on !

Leaps again

A day of unusual dimensions
Time warps to counting
A second worth's of life
Diminishes not the hour
Nor the daily routine
But on this day every fourth
I must forever remind
Myself of a onetime choice
Changed the road more
Or less traveled forever
That particular moment
Of love of hate of living
Of the unknown- now!

Valmuens vinddans

Valmuevalsens vaklende toner
var på det sidste
en tøvende kavaler
svang med håndens styring
fjerlet kunne valsepigen
ikke følge den ensommes melodi
det var en trist dans

Valmuerne vuggede i vinden
lokkede pardanserne
vemodet forsvandt
tonerne ændredes - tango
vildt vejende hvirvlede
markens ægterøde vildblomster
en dårende dejlig jalousidans

Til Torsten

Et nu-glimt

En mulepose
Til en hest
Med stråhat
Og blomst i
Som en fjer
Er et fjernt kig
Udi fortidens
Billedverden
Hvor alt ofte
Stod stille
Og prustede
Viftende i
Vinden blidt
Og generedes
Af de altid
Stedseværende
Sværmende
Sorte fluer
Barnets åbne
Iris øjne så
Op på dyret
Nu som da.

L’homme faible

Un jour perdu
Horror vacui
Une heure gâchée
Horrible perte
Une minute écartée
Horreur abîmé
Une seconde désolée
Humain détérioré

Girls have fun

Girly outing
Here in Aix
Wow factor
Jazzed up
With a song
Synthesizes
A friendship
Cackling is
In between
Everything
Else and more!


To Julie

Et forår i landsbyen

Der er en som slår græs
Luften fyldes af nyslåethed
Atter føles solens varme
Som et gennembrud.
Nedenfor kirketårnet
Sidder tre gamle gubber
Ser på biler folk og hunde
Som kører går og klør sig
Altimens strålevarmen
Går helt ned i det inderste
I kroppen som begynder
Som trætoppens knopper
At drikke vildt af varmen
Fra den forsvundne ungdom
Og uskyldens håb og hoppen
Der løber som en forjaget
Etude af Debussys format
Kun for at stoppe brat
Og erindre at intet varer
Kun en kort stund opleves
Livskvaliteten i et lille
Samfund af en utrolig blanding
Og sladder og beundring
Had og kærlighed af
Alskens slags - men
I dette vårmoment hvor
Tiden står stille et sekund
Forbliver jeg forundrende
Stille og accepterer
lyden, lyset, livet her.

Dust haiku

Windows show winter
dust and grime to be polished
highlights by sunshine

Le clown

Le clown fut fatigué
Il avait travaillé
toute sa minable vie
sans connaître le plaisir
d'un amour à vieillir
sans une petite amie

Le clown fut sur le lit
de sa mort - un quasi-délit
il ne chercha que l'arrêt
un personnage humble
manqué mais l'empreinte
les enfants son rôle l'aimait.

On ne sais vraiment jamais
si un jour le tache serait
le tien de participer sauf
on est tous les joueurs vifs
qui mourrons définitifs
les clowns des petites fosses