A brook's baseline

Vigga the Voelva sat 

where she mused

mostly during her life

near the little brilliant brook

She wondered once more

why life took these turns

she had a sensual dream

took her breath away

so vivid  the intercourse

with this somewhat vaguely

familiar nameless swain

awoke her senses - 

a rare titillation that 

did not leave her 

the whole day - odd

when she now was trying

to at calm her inwards

as she peeked up upon

the free floating clouds

she sought to remain

calm - impossible

something was urging her

to go ahead and fulfill

her yearnings - a futile wish

but still it was showing her

that she was alive - screaming

A woman's lot was not

what she had bargained for

when she was a young chick

at that time it was just

an ordinary bourgeois life

but because she was born

with a different view

she had to change into

an old crone who walked

around listening to people

and their stories sometimes

affected her so deeply

that she had to vomit their fates

out and spill the beans

into her writings of yesteryear

on occasion she was a shaker

and had wonderful memories

but lately dissatisfaction

delved into her inner mind

wondering vicariously

she was no longer herself

that was sure - scary - 

again at a albeit lesser crosswalk

yet the dream of sexual satisfaction

stirred her loins so deep 

of distant reminiscence

and yet so present so real

that for days she pondered why

not since Shmuel had she had

such fleshy feelings -

was it even possible at her age

to get the abandonment of youth

to repeat that urging longing 

of meeting another person's frame

and embrace the delights of earth

fire - flames even - to become

embers and lie in embrace

for the rare reverie of sensing

her own body against another

out of the blue - gave her hope

of the brush of a time to come

never to give up - just live

a lot and a little -  the waves

of the waters ran as it should

tingling against the embankments

- if you could say that - 

a brook's little digging 

the grass and the stones 

nature' command of passing 

the time taking care of life.

The voelva Vigga moved

and wiggled her toes in 

the wetness of the stream. 

 

    

Les pas platanes

Les beaux platanes

leurs troncs se dépouillent

dans les couleurs grises

Timbrés d'une palette

douche et vieille

Le mois de septembre

apporte une verte

grisaille - c'est la seule fois

dans la année ronde.

L'hiver le thorax est nu

Au printemps un jade pale

En 'été - éblouissant éclat

Mais vienne l'automne

Partout à Paris - c'est

le match parfait.

Oui - ailleurs on trouve

l'abre platine

apporte une calme

et touche un pas passé

platane et pleine.

Evelyne

Une femme un peu puérile

s'est noyée - trop servile

avec un pacte de sa cadette

 

Elle avait un âme rempli 

d'un éclat (comme dit

sa copine) vers la lumière

Battue de son existence

Gorgée de pestilence

inceste - mari violent

Perdue dans le système

sociale - un anathème

fragile âme - notre soeur

Your fill in your own need

An invisible urge

To yell and scream 

Due to Covid 19

I must combat

My fervent désire

Instead of laughing

And mask my ire

Knowing that 

the invasion of hatred

of unhealthy living

is close to the matrix

of racial distrust

this me truly disgust

Alas no hope to 

find mirth today

instead of just

totally human decay

mixed with civility

gone haywire

humanity shows 

its distinct desire

of egotism plus greed

instead of happily

helping the need...

Cathedrals

Houses of prayer 

homes of god(s)

somewhere I read

"Gothic catherals are 

the middle Ages

exorbitant penis extenders"

What make then

the other eras'

churches of worship

or minarets as a call center?

The synagogues of

yesteryear - no real 

phallus' symbols

adorn the roofs

since they were study rooms

Yes there were some

with towers and copies

of the vernacular modes

but not to that extend 

of cathedrals and minarets

The more hidden the sex

the more spectacular

the towers?

Just a pharisaic thought

on a Thursday afternoon.

 

Odd thoughts

Jump up - jump down

drown

Ship in - ship out

about

Stay in - the cocoon

wound

Rub in - the sore

pour

Out the pain- in the

rain

and drain the soul

ghoul!

 

A free dystopia of today

Dismay at the turn 

of the underlying

hatred and bigotry

of the presumed

free and great country

It is neither free

nor great - it  only

pretends - lying 

and cheating is

the name of the game

the more you can

get the other down

the better - a bitter

non- reconciliation 

A land - where

the one percent owns

more than 75 percent

and the 99 share

25 percent - numbers speak!

No health care for all

and abortions laws are

tightening in states

and guns are being

used daily in the name

of the right to bear arms

A nation where 

a two party system

works - not -

gerrymandering

felons who have  

done their duty in jail

cannot vote -

redrawing boundaries

the postal service

to be meddled with

A state where you keep

mind control of masses

by keeping the television

on 24/7 - no time

to think for one self

let alone be curious

as to why - how -when

where and especially who

A kingdom where

sexes - colors - races

are divided and put against

each other in subtle ways

and the information

is being curbed - by

quietly silencing 

the vigilant observers

who try their best

and keep on harping

that life on this island

is not what it should be

but a non-functioning

dystopia of a magnitude

in the name of a free

and functioning society. 

 

Fiber knowledge

For the first time ever when
Lying in the quiet chamber
I saw my childhood’ s Torquemada
And realized that for once
My old body’s reaction to
Not relaxing was obviously
Massaged into the hate and horror
I felt for a therapist’s hands
Knowing the necessity
Of my body’s embalming.
One day I do hope to relax
But alas not quite yet!

Conundrum - acrostic poem

 Covid-19

Ongoing

new

unstoppable

not to be trifled with

deadly

reigns the world

un-2020

maybe 2021 vaccine

Gaia proudly/sadly says

Storm - storm - storm

away with the debris

flush out everything

needed and unnecessary

mother Gaia decides:

to not have respect

for my earthly needs 

I just send you winds

waters and disease

on top of nozzles

golden sand will fly

only - pangolins

will live because

they unlike most

carry the plague

but will not suffer 

from the vira they spread

and the cock roaches will

have a dream of a day

I have given you 

a home - a house of life

disrespect is what I got -

the early industrial age

started in earnest

You forgot that I

am the stronger than

the living on my planet

but you try to defy me -

hence we all shall hurt!

Commentary on feeling blah...

Anguished angered

anticipating disaster

brain fog - lack of incentive

that's what politics do

to anyone impotent

without power 

Despondent distressed

desperate hopelessness

brain dead - no desire

that's what lackluster impetus

does to a person 

without authority

Tormented troubled

trusting tribulation

brain cloud - loss of a mind

that's what strain overload

does to an old woman

without hope 

    

To push or not to push

To push or not to push
to beat around a bush
who am I to nudge
when I don't budge
not an inch
in a pinch

To urge or not to urge
my wish to not merge
with everyone else
just strain the belts
no way not
on the dot

Finally-

To need or not to need
a push/urge I not heed
strong as an ox
smart as a cox
but mayhab
all Ahab

Une mémé honnête

Un jour pas si loin d'ici
je reverrai mon petit eden
autant que je veuille fuir
de ce pays maintenant
il n'y a aucun possibilité
de me retrouver ici
pendant des ans prochains

Ma tristesse - et mon âme -
se trouve sans rien
qu'obligation familiale

Vous - les autres -
au moins la plupart -
je suppose - aimez
bien la convention

de plus en plus
le protocole n'attend
aucun espoir projetant
subir une vie sexuelle
manquante et nulle
-
avant de mourir -
je veux être libre de
décorum bourgeois
vivre dans mon monde
d'une sensation corporelle
même si l'âge de raison
est dépassé fatalement
-
dans les banlieues
avec les petits maisons
ou la vie se passe
derrière les portes
assez insidieusement
peut-être je ne suis
la seule qui désire
d'autre chose plus gaie
même si je suis
une vieille mémé.

Massage message

Old worn body on the bench
alas no longer a young wrench
but a sedate gramma to boot
sometimes doesn't give a hoot
however in the massage room
I cannot shut the world's gloom
My thoughts twirl and whirl
from oldhood to a young girl
jumbled - mumbled oddball twists
while the masseur  is on my wrists
If I could for once fully relax
stop my thoughts in their tracks
I would get the massage's message
that would be its eloquent passage.

Waa!

New visual theme for my blog
to pick or not to pick
that is indeed the ?mark!
What I use this for
is nothing but a drop
of twirling electrons
poking in my right/left
hemispheres of a decaying
brain of an angry
but seemingly calm
old broad brought up
to be a sedate "good" girl.
I spit on this image
rarely to be avoided
but my consoeurs
I encourage as much
as possible - too late
for my genes - --
No new views from me.

Humanity bravo

Bubonic plague returns
( it was probably only subdued)
Corona vira of certain kinds
Sars, Mers, Covid-19,
The Spanish Flue and the yearly dittos
What else ?  wars and murders galore
Humans fight within/outside themselves
It is still a miracle people want kids
And they are born into what calamities
Poverty - pollution - revolution - depravity
I looked at two of my grandchildren
Today- marveling at the human optimism
On a hot humid summer day where
Hidden airborne droplets could get you!

Yggdrasil revisited

The Vølva weaved her willful thoughts
again around in her inner sanctuary
near her wonderful old Yggdrasil
the tree she could see herself dance
Around to a cosmic cancan rhythm
 - generation upon generation -
well to be brutally honest what
she could not see was her mother's face
but her father's stood out - odd
because when he died she - the Vølva
 - hated him - but her own authentic
- no not authentic - but baseline life
she realized that there is a double
for every act - a counter act
- within that opposition a debate opens
and she would have to ask herself
whether she understood the actions
of her progenitors or rather could
she or anyone judge another human
for what their genes entailed - enclosed
embraced and more or less entwined
let it be understood that only yourself
not anyone else could only be responsible
as an advancing adult within his or her
timeframe - timeline or space in time
for his or her own actions and behaviors
if you did not have any appeasing facts
working against your body or mind
With what right did she have - only
she had been a young naive chick -
- empathy not sympathy was what
she had found as she grew older
The Vølva Vigga decided to accept
Her abject feelings from that time
And forgive but not forget the deeds
Because if your mind rejected
These debilitating daft sentiments
Of yesteryear then she the waning Vølva
Would be a fake half human being
Accepting and acknowledging
Those youthful jousting thoughts
part for the millions and millions
Of wired wounds - but without those
she would not have been who she is
Today and all her DNA with chemicals
would not have lightened up
as her father's face reclaimed her
just as she was lurking lecherously
around yonder Yggdrasil wanting
waiting to swish and twist and just
do what she wanted without postulating
whether or not or why or wherefore
that she was guilty of something other
than a zest for life - embracing
her heritage of genetic matter mostly
and accepting herself as she truly is
a blazing being with definite desires
without  shame or blame laughing
along the little stream of unconscious
urbane urges twirling twisting
hers and her archaic tree's twigs in air
hoping that she would one day
again cuddle in her vulva and vagina
the desired handout or phallus
not under the trunk but the off shoots
of the tree of life in her little
hiding place somewhere in a wooded
edenescent vine-filled backdrop
Vigga just pushed herself violently
to never let go of Yggdrasil's drive
dreaming all that she Vigga the Vølva
died not in vain having dared live
her life during these weird whiles
wholeheartedly and as honest
as a Venetian quattrocento courtisan.


 

Juneteenth

I am no poet
and not even a wordsmith
but I am an angry old lady
maybe only a broad
because why on earth
does stupidity reign supreme
in this land  of the "free"
No one is ever free of anything
except the nihilists
and even a so-called denier
is not alone in the society
Maybe I am not as good
as I should be but - fuck -
nobody is - it is the human
in us all

I am no bard
and not even a lyricist
but I am an enraged old gal
perhaps only a dame
furious at why the youngsters do
not rebel more
in the land of the free
I am white European with a
privilege that I did not know
I had - having a visible handicap
so whatever bla bla bla
Not as supportive as I could be
trying harder
but nobody is - it is the the biped
in us all

But just because
I am no singer I squeal
that black lives matter
yellow/red /blue/brown
mixed with genes
all lives matter
learning to hate comes early
history or not be damned
"a damsel in distress"
in Central Park will
not excuse her behavior
nor will any police violence
be accepted -  this so-called
country of the "Free" is
not free at all.

Masks

A mask party a la
Marcel Marceau
Dance around
In a park nude
With a cover
Over your nose
And silent mouth
Saying nothing
Observing only
Your fellow people
As they twirl as well
In the twilight zone
Of true  fairytales
Letting yourself
Be looked at
Realizing that
We are nothing
But humans
What we say is
How we act
As dancers
In life’s ballet
Only  everyone
Does it differently
Grayish bluish
Beamlight on
The specters
In mouth/nose tutus
Twirling the batons
And humping
Undetectably on
Two sticks
It is surely
A mascarade
Of mummanity

Too easy

Too easy to kill
In a country where
Every citizen has
A right to arm
Her- or himself
Where the police
Only needs a
High school diploma
Not even a
Psycho evaluation

Too easy to maim
Your fellow man
Or citizen
And with a shrewd
Lawyer one can
Get away with
Murder or privilege
As long as you
Are white or wealthy
Of any color

Too easy to bully
Anyone different
From yourself
Or your peers
It happens everyday
To the underdogs
Kill maim destroy
Humans and their
Self confidence
It’s easily taught