Fluid haiku

Fluid forms of flights

Fascinating for fliers

The flowers of spring 

Jump to a kick

Warm peanut  butter cookies 

On a dreary rainy wintry day

Stamp out the blah 

Simple creations abound

Whenever your mood is off

Do change to ‘rah

The endorphins in your brain

Can be jumpstarted with spark

Wise chutzpah 

Testosterone

 Testosterone’s action 

Or rather sluggishness

Will create havoc

Within a male body

And among twelve 

Symptoms sex 

Hair tiredness 

There is also an ailment 

Called osteoporosis 

Modified it can be

By female estrogen 

So it is yin and yang 

Scary endings’ times

 In the oral surgeon’s  wait room

Awaiting my tooth’s final doom

Old age approaches candidly

I feel sadness vividly 

Only today I am truly a crone

I sadly left my tooth’s alone

Nevermore will it for me chew

No wisdom for me to brew

Except accept that this is the end

No ifs no buts my fairy tooth friend!

Candi limerick

 There once was a man from Honduras

Whispering To his lady it’s scandalous 

You will not succumb 

Even  though it’s plumb

And it taste is like sweet candifloss

Only here

 Only here within these pages

Can I breathe freely and think

Whatever comes to mind

While the words froth wildly

And the waves from the cells

Burst into tears or foam  madly

Laughing joined with ecstasy 

Only with words of preying

On my innards at nighttime 

Abhorring  the dullest suburban 

Life of an old unwise woman 

Outside and inside my soul

My body’s rebellious act

Ironically I am younger today

Speedily time will count hours

So my lightheartedness drowns

And I will due at the spreading

Of my ashes cooled by the sea

Albeit ere I go life will take 

Another turn - clapping dancing

Winds of the wild soul prevail

Only freedom of imagination 

On an unknown itinerant psyche

Stylistically as always searching 

For the absolute phraseology 

It is the amalgamation of quiet

Deep and daring sadly hemmed in

By obligations and alas acceptance

Therapy for a Voelva

“Old age”was haunting the haggard voelva

Not because she was particular poorly

But because for a long while her desire 

For lust and lewdness was waning

A deep loss of a physical phenomenon 

When she no longer felt  the skin

Of a lover or a partner in crime

Then how could she not agree

That she was of an age to die -

Dormant days of wintry weather 

Inside her willowy bones and flap

Were building a marish momentum 

Of winding circuits and dantesque dams

Only to be stopped steadfastly 

With the admonished  aplomb from 

Her own owlish sister Sophia 

With whom she debated always

And never questioned her witty wisdom:

Masterly masturbation techniques

Tended with lovingly care by herself

Vigga for you the Voelva not to die

A thousand times you must help

Yourself and your body yonder

Play out whatever sordid scenarios 

You will need for your release

Massage therapy is not nearly enough 

Enliven your inner urges to surge

On gossamer gothic clouds of yore

To strengthen your sad skeleton 

You will nudge nudge nudge

Your reddish rose and inflame her

Until your breath and breasts burst

Only then will the Voelva wake up

From her drowned doomed self

And once more feel present and part

Of her own oddly shaped existence 

A mind of one's own

Disorganized completely

in my brain's cells

something slowly disappear

without the water's well

a horizon of clear

imminent waves

the hunger's need

just calmly here disarrays

to lovingly feed

the slow burning sweetly

of mindless words 

no deeds - absurd

(I just couldn't not put it together)

Dog desire

I'd  love a dog in my life

but my life is not dog rife

it is not even remotely so

but I still want another go

Think of the dog - yes sure

but a dog is such an allure

of friendship and of love

anything else pales above

will I succumb to my want  

or by.a pug always  haunt'd?

 

-ismen det er også os

Kølige ismers tid 

er  højst bortgangne 

nu er det en funk

-lende dragende tid

og ismerne lever

forsat  - et dunk

flere på grund af

et ovenud væld: en

cyper/mørkepunk

formel drage-søgende

fanatiker der hæger

som en augustinermunk

med sin inderste

celle i troen på

en forvorpen halunk.

(Titlen Midt i en isme tid af Peter P Rohde

kom pludseligt frem på nethinden) 

En regardant des émeutes sur un écran

Dès qu’on accepte la violence 

Et on dise absolument rien

On reste partout participant

Du fait en coopération 

Dès qu’on fasse rien sur des crimes 

Contre quelqu’un n’importe 

On sait bien qu’on est coupable 

Des non-commission vives

Dès qu’on coopère avec le mal

Le spectateur sans le vouloir 

Est un malin ‘sans portefeuille ´

On est tous des anti-samaritains

Une semaine

 Lundi - rien

Mardi - quoi

Mercredi- hein

Jeudi - foutre-moi

Vendredi - le menage leger 

Samedi - encore rien

Dimanche - le spleen complète 

Odd year out

To have no control is to give up

maybe 

to let yourself go to see what's up

ahem

to glide along life without mirth

ach ja

to float around the puddle of mud

ah non

that is not my innate style anymore

sans doute

this is why I get upset all along

enfin

these reasons of relinquishing reign

shush

those oddball proud prejudices

alas

tell of lies and loathing of self

wass?

tinker the mellowing mind's ego

nah so

therefore life cannot be fulfilled

aber

then sways away with dark fail 

Detox hymn

Pass the port - not

a way to go on detox

on a January dreary day

much to my own dismay

but I have got to stop

enough is enough

New Year's eve

2020 a time of shock

world vengeance to boot

cooking too much

people starving

and dying of Covid-19

2021 a time of hope

with vaccines out of trials

still drinking too much

(at least on eve of the new)

dying and giving birth

where have I feasted

in the past of New Years

in  hotels - dancing - 

tapping the night away

drying out and coping

where else - quiet years

not many - in air plaines

in NYC Times Square

Kennedy Center

cold with fireworks

so this year's eve tomorrow

will be in Covid's plans

I shall be home doing

tv - having a bottle of fizz

and thinking of you! 

Great constellations

On winter solstice 2020

One core constellation 

Jupiter and Saturn

two  phantom planets

encountered visually by

the earthlings vividly

in 1226 during 

the Albigensian Crusade

in 2020 through 

the Covid-19 plaque

from the Middle Ages

to the Space time of now

it makes me think thus

everything in between

a little girl of 5 

taken by her mom

at noon watching

her first solar eclipse

through a piece of glass

smoked grayish black

-

that's why today I applaud

that I can see this 

and make the connection

to a house somewhere 

in Occitania -that this

middle-aged village 

contains stones upon stones

and  this house was begun

around that time

so the starry combination

of two great Ancient gods

is a cool culmination 

what makes me happy

knowing that we share

all people everywhere

fates of humanity -

and humbly we should

embrace our smallness

amid a second of 

Gaia's part of the universe

Finished œuvre

An old lady’s lament

With a twisted hell ring

Of a course towards

Dead corpse’ demise

Having fulfilled nothing 

Of her young dreams

A total waste except 

Her brood 

An old person’s yelling 

With a swirling dance

A body’s doomed bang

When hitting the floor 

Just a life in vain

Sans rien for show

If only - just vanity

Her ideas

Blending the two

Her kids and her chimes 

Will not double up 

Like the two planets

A phenomenon against 

The evening sky

Wondering like all

Her testament

Saturday's little observation

Possessed by possessions

obsessed by obsessions

lost to loose losers

without withering

all human foibles 

are inhumanely humane

if we acknowledge 

with fail our frailties!

  

 

A fleeing instant

shadows on the wall opposite my window
mirroring the house I live in for now

how ephemeral  is this fleeting sight

it moves in an instant with the sun

never to repeat - not even next year

since this sight of sun beams of morn

will be different - just like my feelings

because I shall then be a year's worth wiser

(if I live that long) and the moment gone 

Horned hen

Horned hen - a total disaster
describing my ego's desire

when truly I meant raunchy

It comes and goes still

when I least expect it -

the olde female driving  or

walking - not when seeing

a handsome man or anything

just out of the thin blue

hitting red - yellow or green

not ham not egg just me

and my physical carnality.