Poem in a minor

 Nighttime going

Awry

Sleepy not

Aid

Body stooped

Ails

The wary

Aughh

Le palimpseste

 Le Vulcain produit le lava

Juste pour réécrire ses vies

Chaque fois qu’on voit 

Le naissance du Phœnix 

Il est le même 

Et pourtant

On réagit qu’on oublie 

Le membrane de la mémoire 

Écrit dans ton temps 

Tu perds la boule

Une mort pas douche

Des pensées gardées 

De ta vie

C’est seulement tes proches 

Qui peut se remémorer 

Ta vie tes faits ton être 

Et pourtant 

il compose un poème 

De ta vie mais avec l’aide

De sa propre empreinte 

Et voilà un nouveau

Phœnix est né 

Dans l’esprit d’un éclat 

Voilà le java joué 

Hephaïstos expulsé 

À Patricia 

un coup

 La vie court vite

et tout de suite

la réalité est là

le chien dort

et bien encore

l'avenir est là.

The faint dream

Dreaming of living 

in another place

a childhood dream

is faintly getting closer

alas only age 

and death will hinder

my actions - but

I will try - honestly

Personal space of min(e)(d)

oldie trying to be modern

keeping my life mine 

the lament of lack of light

but everyone looks over

what why where who

it is dangerous 

the world is more

awry and weird 

the control of minds

is more prevalent

with the sources

so that is why 

I humbly try to reduce

the cookies every time

not accepting anything

but the necessary

wild wish

 a change of  a beginning 

waving  - it's getting closer

It will come - 

whether death or mayhem

occurs - slowly - 

all of a sudden 

it will be sooner

than later

(all my words are simple) 

but the efficacy of time

is unbelievably fast

and even "furious"

like Orlando's rage

perhaps a childish wish

without anything

will eventually  turn 

into reality - stark 

brightly corporal

in all its splendor

The scents of grandkids

No 1 Christian Clive

A first grandson in family!

No.2 Rosendo Mateu

a redhead sired son

Crepuscule Ardent no 3

a Valkyrie worthy woman

No 4 Apres L'amour 

grandson grandly hello

Chanel no 5

a sure smell of woman

Lucky No 6 came along

modern male scent

The ears have it ---not

Ear test old lady

yes you have got 

a hearing loss -

moderate to medium

Yes, you can get

hearing aids - fancy

3000 tp 5000 dollars

yeah absolutely not

So another possibility

with a company for all

made an appointment 

much better priced

The lady doc was fab

did everything she could

but the apparati were

too loud too screechy

one ear canal bent

has a strange config

alas not fit hearing aid

mayhap a trumpet?

Into the air

A dead friend's memorial service folder

looks at me -daring to remember

a less complicated time

of friendship and a love of youth

of writing every day long hand

without any fear of saying the wrong note

except of course - no to marriage

We stayed in touch and I met him

again just before he died -

a treasure found on a Tuesday morning

a memory 

a bubble

into the air

spring haiku

Windy weary splots

on the window's tainted glass

deer eating a bud 

Retired tired

A life of work

a work of life

seeking advice

advice in seeking

Ah the chiasmus

of life and work

writing about it

a retiree retires

work life is over

overly sad - not

just tired even ired

what I could've

But didn't - alas

the eyes over 

the dot are sprinkles

with attrition 

Education and learning

Education and learning

a chasm of viewpoint

one from up - down

one from down -up

can they ever match?

One is offering a view

one is taking that point

and changing it around

a generational shift

happens whether or not

Building blocks offered

Legos taken and clipped

the globe turns and churns

the humanity tries to cope

it is all economics

 

Dr. E- Major

Music evidently was your  soul

every note was a person 

you touched

Fly phenomenally on Bragi's

wings helped by Apollo

and scaled to an E-major

your time was limited but

your influence eternal

in the sense that an individual

you reached - their genes

will sound with chords

of what you generously 

with humoresque sang 

Predicting disaster

root fingers grab the soil

fingers spread widely

mostly to one side

root rots after years

poking the asphalt

one day alas

Burning coals

Must I still have yearnings

for sex and being held tightly

and live this sexless existence?

Boiling with anger and dismay

just for the lack of infinite grasp

of partner's soulless assumption

that his needs or lack there of

is somehow okay and therefore

I should accept and close off

my body's hot and simple desire

on a cold afternoon in winter

wishing it summer somewhere else

Chatbot

Never will I rhyme again

due to chat - and but

It is too close to 

what we poets contrive to say

and yet - up against 

the machines we created

the mind must be stronger

- otherwise humanity will 

lose its face - in truth

we already lost 

but I still refuse to concede

bringing hope to the streets!

Mixed up

 A trip to a valley

somewhere I have been before

pleasant views - sunny dispositions

Alas I know not

where I wandered in a daze

disastrous mellifluous - darkness

Just due to dreams

never fulfilled - shot down 

I did not find my nightmare

Return to a setting

Return to "normalcy" 

lacking cranberry

on a trip 

Return to a nightmare

peeing every 30 minutes

on a journey

Return to idiocy

having forgotten

on a voyage

Return to reproach

not foreseeing

my passage

Feeble brain

Combattive preventative initiative 

trying hard to eliminate muss

from brain's overload of visual fog

bombarded with ads and fads

no rest for a searching soul

scared of losing marbles and more

but daily give up on modernity's

names and music and artsy fartsy

not retaining any novelty's name

the temporal lobe answers to its name

temporarily out to lunch -

hopefully a good and fun one

with a glass half full - the other part

should be subdued vehemently

Eleanor revisited

Humbled again by lack of knowledge 

By the vastness of the universe

Personal or objective

Forgetting myself and my idea

Of leaving behind something 

Tangible or transcendental 

Children and a poet’s stab

How can my humble ideas

Be compared to a mountain ?

The only one one must

Compare to is oneself 

On better days or younger 

The rest is futile 

But one could aspire

And be inspired.

On reading Eleanor

By David Michaelis