Little men

 Little men with small dicks

get into powerful positions

so they try to man up

Little men with tiny pricks

get the idea - me I am big

so the world is mine

Little men have to be sick

get theirs into a money pit

and start another war.

It is what it is

My chance in life
is to change it

but a conundrum 

how to alter it

when you are 

almost decrepit?

How to know

what and when

to execute it

the variation

which could bring

a life to new light?

Not navel-looking

inwards but

naturally ahead

seeing what life

truly brings - joy 

laughter - hatred

shame  despair 

hope as always.

As everyone says

It is what it is!

To which I exclaim

Yes, but yet....

Carol and LAC

A lady and a comrade in arms

like the odd persons at LAC

Carol has tutored many students

flowers with thorns,  a lot’ of beauties

Each budding branch of blooming words

attacked the logic with sure inquiries

Carol explains it candidly calm

and as clear  as a carpenter bee

English, Business, ethics, and drama

Carol tutors with her master’s degree

enlightening and embellishing 

all of her many craving tutees

Twenty some years of well-tilled coaching 

nudging eagerly her growing trees

she now bids you all a fare thee well

I am off to be a retiree!

Nailed them

Doggone nails of wintertide

they split - they rip - no tips

dryness - weather to blame 

these ugly and untidy claws

Wishing for just a bit of lube

with no cracks and  relics - 

my pincers healthy and fit 

Nightly darkness

The damned long leftover
of menopause - wakefulness

still haunts and taunts me

Strategies abound - no blue lights

no drinks - a dry period

not too moved - or exercise lacking

To eat or not to nipple

to heave ho or not to vibrate

with Hamlet's eternal mulling

to be - not since the day

where alertness of the night

made its too clear debut

alas only to be stopped

at the final night's arrival 

A man afar

A man afar - all in flesh not

reddish hues and then some blues

the wherewithal of shattered dreams

fulfilled by oddities and gnats

how can this be my dream?

Hubby will not have sex

I have been dry for umpteen time

so that's why it is a distant reality

- with or without carnality -

that I go on gossamer winged Pegasus

a man afar - in flesh I wish

a difficult and condemned desire

what everyone else will say

but - when men take a mistress

of their wives' lack of drive

That is ok - not for a second

would anyone condemn thus -

whereas if a lady in suburbia

is in need of sex and love

that is a nono - from the pope

from lose friends to the friendly foes

I have no shame - no hang-ups

just a mental image of again

be where I belong in a lover's bed

and getting laid just like that

 

Preset? Prefix?

Something about New Year's resolutions

should I leave them alone

tackle a new annual's preset idea

or dump it as I skim a stone

I will decide tonight at witching hour

somewhere in an earthly zone.

Covid encore

Just before Covid 

the world was at least moving

rich or poor or healthy or unhealthy

we all lived with ourselves

with or without fear

with or without war

with or without ad nauseam

- why - reader - fill the blanks

or take the imagination on a trip

a cruise a holiday or a trek somewhere

Just after Covid

the world is becoming fearful

two years into this number 19 -

alpha via delta to omicron variety

the rich got vaccinated the poor 

left to fend for themselves as always

deniers galore filed the media

and perpetuated lies and videos

you again -reader- think about that

just will there truly be mass immunity

or do we have to live like this

with jumping to another alphabet?

    

A sharpei

A wrinkle in my face

when I was fifteen

grew to a wall of

crevices and furrows 

when I am  older

There is some things

I can do like sleep

and moisturizers

 but genetically doomed

to  show the world

my shar pei visage!

Crepuscule

Crepuscule of a certain kind

up and away with my mind

flying high or very low

I will to reality alas bow

so that when the time comes

I will wave goodbye - chums

and die for my own hand

that choice must be man's

just hoping that I can do it

otherwise I totally screwed it. 

In absentia

of light darkness rules

through the ages of hatred

and of course love

does love truly conquer everything?

Of day the night reigns

the queen sings her song

misquoted misunderstood

Sarastro has the power

of sun the moon waxes 

waning somehow the same

but I do no see it as equal

yet feeling it strongly

the lack of light in winter

and overwhelmingly summer sun

will eventually lead to

the dying fields of the orb

....

A conversation piece

A dinner party of 4 couples

how does the conversation go

here and there and nowhere 

an idea picked up another's

thoughts process deeply from

within whereas the next individ

well associated his childhood

with his wife's long legs

alas two hated their fathers

and

this passing of intellectual flow

swallowed a lot of reddish wine

masticating meat while chatting

about what we ought not to 

or was it ought to - due to the fog

of the brain and its white waves

surrendering completely into

nonsensical verbosity -

and

surprise - it held a truth and more

than one it would seem due to 

inhibitions vaguely vain but there

wanting nothing more than sharing

whatever it was on the minds

saved by being together at a table

stimulated  simian behavior

and

for once it seemed honestly fair

without the adults around forgetting

that we were the gray grownups

needing each other for conformation

chilled afterwards - what did I say?

ah well maybe nobody remembers

and

how dear me I let my hair down

but with only an follicle an no matter

I am strong enough to say this

in a frank manner to another

without worrying about much

and

for that reason the others understood

that whatever was said went down

without so much as a figment

acceptance is hard to accept

and

that is why it is a fabulous feeling

to sometimes have friends over

and let the parlance plays out

and 

so to the pals who survived this

friendly bantering firmly

but 

what can I say : thank you 

To Fred

Matinale parisienne

Désirant pour un moment

rêvant d'une autre vie

sachant le vigueur diminue

acceptant cette réalité

un matin dans un apart

parisien et pourtant! 

Ma jeune illusion

Ma jeunesse joue maintenant 

Comme d’hab des monuments 

Mouvementés intermédiaires 

surtout parisiens antédiluviens

Sauf quand je me promène 

Carrément au centre-ville 

Haussmanien je m’oublie 

Et sachant que mes rêves 

Sont déjà passés je me taquine 

Me disant ma folle tu es vieille 

Tu es une rêveuse promeneuse 

Ce mensonge ne me risque rien

Qu’un haussement des épaules 

Car seulement dans mon cerveau 

Il y a des endorphines sur un but

Un sauvetage de mon bien-être 

Et peut-être c’est mieux qu’années

De psycho analyse et des regrets 

Pour ne pas retrouver la jeune

Qui n’avait pas trop de credo

En soi ou dans son capacité 

A cause de son maladroit corps

Laisse moi encore une fois

Rester dans mon illusion 

Que je fus une femme forte

Et Paris m’avait donné des ailes !

Une histoire à la folie

 Une folle voisine 

Une folle copine

Voilà commence

L’histoire 

Vivent chacune 

Dans une rue

Voici continue 

Ce fable

Des années passent

Sans des  fougasses 

Des émotions montent 

Le récit 

Des dîners et des cafés 

Des fois des panachés 

Sont partagés entre

Les discours 

Des au revoirs des allôs

Ce sont des noyaux 

Au fond de l’amitié 

De ce légende 

Une petit anniversaire 

Je fût bénéficiaire  

Un immense cadeau

D’Affirmation 

Un déjeuner à L’herbe 

Une table superbe 

Avec des amis 

Un vrai conte

Ma chère Corinne

Tu es sérotonine 

Pour mon âme 

Une sûre saga

If science were dead

 If science were dead

the world would look

like before the Ancients

we would still be in

loincloths believing 

skygods and goddesses

wilderness and witches' brews

would cure .... not much.

I would not be alive

would have gone down

if science were dead

If science were dead

anyone can continue

her/his thoughts of how 

he and she would dream

the earth to be - a nightmare

or a paradise in which

wild animals were not

vicious but nice just

like the population

friendly or warlike

if science were dead

(Irony is in the eyes of the beholder

a twist on the twilight Zone - which the poetess 

have not seen nor read)

Waiting for ....

You wait all your life...

for growing up

for getting older 

for death

In between you fill out

your time with

mundane things like

learning

be taught

laughing

crying

ogling

doodling

loving

fucking

regretting

feeling

screaming

repeat ad nauseam

hoping to enjoy

that path called life 

and if lucky

waiting for a tree

to grow

Nîmes dud

There once was a dud from Nîmes

he said he had an Alpes -Maritimes

His embonpoint was big

She didn't want his dick

he was a total philistine

 

Sacré alzheimer!

sacrebleu - 

tous les autres malédictions

vraiment la maladie d'Alzheimer

est une des pires car on ne peut

ni attraper - ni arrêter - ni faire

sacrejaune

la personne qui l'aura descend

au l'enfer sans le vouloir 

si on pourrait la tarder 

avec n'importe quoi moyen

sacrerouge

car de voir un âme glisser

lentement  - au galop

dans un état d'effrayant 

c'est inhumain - luciférian

  

Une lune à moitié

La lune y reste drôle 

Dans le sens barcarolle 

Autour des amants de nuit

Hier et aujourd’hui 

Pour notre éternité 

Sans qu’elle a deviné 

De quoi elle pense

Des êtres peu ardents

Elle se montre joyeuse 

plutôt même voyeuse

pour qu'elle puisse entendre

les amants s'entreprendre

leurs amours vrais ou faux

des nocturnes et des sauts

et elle compte jusqu'au nuit 

serveuse de pleine d'enduit