L'Essence De La Vie

" L'essence de la vie est la sourire des fesses rondes d'une femme a l'ombre de l'ennui cosmique." Guy de Maupassant

"The essence of life is the smile of a woman's rounded bottom in the shade of cosmic boredom"
Guy de Maupassant

3WW falter emotion touch


emotion touched him not these days
but the sight of
des fesses rondes d'une femme
never faltered in making
his little blue bird smile
and burst into song
one of the few secret pleasures
left to him

London Olympics

the distance
between Queen Elizabeth the first
and Queen Elizabeth the second
is more
than just
a time frame

Churchill Daffodils And Lipstick

Chord and Cadence formed a string quartet
with the Busoni Boys
set sail in a beautiful legato boat
in search of tierce de picardie
an island in the Sonata sea

Major 3rd won it in a poco game from his cousin crescendo
now diminuendo'd and rallentando'd from too much vino and vivace

Musicians lived there exclusively once but were exiled to the isle of appogiatura
for creating dissonance too many disputes between the neapolitan 2nds and the french 6ths

Appogiatura was run by Barbra Seville and Bessie May Mucho
two heavily made up mime artists with beehive hairdos who painted all the buildings daffodil yellow and lipstick pink as a tribute to Winston Churchill who provided them with little
luxuries during the war

Noisy counter tenors and prestissimo partying
caused complaints from neighbouring islands
Barbra Seville and Bessie May Mucho were not fussed as long as as boat loads of daffodils
and lipstick arrived regularly from the mainland to boost morale

On reaching tierce de picardie the cadential 6/4 quartet sat on the beach and pizzicato'd on their fiddles watching the fireworks shoot star bursts from nearby appogiatura party isle
The Busoni boys secret party animals sub ponticello con brio planned to escape
crammed their violin cases with tutti and brass
very eager to rendez-vous with the gorgeous grace note girls
Candy wrapper,Courtney Act and Fairy Moans

Forget Me Not

the end of the week
happy to come home to me
friday night flowers

we go for a walk
to buy milk, instead earrings
books and forget milk

if i die too soon
i hope he will be happy
but forget me not

For The Weekend

Wattles

Glory to God
for wattle feathery boughs
yellow skirted dancers
powdery sunshine hue
dotted over the winter landscape
of stark stripped trees pencil outlined
against a grey sky

the invitation said September
but being single minded they
turn up in July the coldest month
all dressed up nowhere to go
waiting for the party doors
to open in Spring

Hazards of War

3WW...cut hazard endanger

cut and run engleeeesh
before we render you
into an endangered specieees
of course i am fraaaanch
where do you think i get this
outrageous accent
i fart in your general direction
your mother was a hamster
and your father smelt of elderberries
va au diable gros dindon

Treasure

a divine treasure
of legato phrasing
God is still awake

For The Weekend

champagne and orange juice
you and i
at breakfast
found this cd
we had forgotten
about it
and we laugh
and we dance
and i remember
why we have been together
for such a long time
and you are so tall
and how i love that
and how i nuzzle into
your flannel shirt back
and how cool you still are
and how we are alone here
in the wilderness
and how lucky is that
and how my other
violet crumble bar
makes this all so wonderful
for today at least

Sistine Chapel

who would force a pin
to scratch across perfect glass?
a fool destroyer
afraid to touch that finger
on the high ornate ceiling

Computer Tantrum...Poetry Jam

I hate my computer
It really stinks
I'm throwing it in the river
then having a few drinks
If someone finds it
It will bring them bad luck
so just leave it to perish
and who gives a ....!

Lilith in Aspic

O what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive and when so expert we become we feel nothing when the fools succumb we bat our eyelids in gorgeous frocks we're sweet little naive goldilocks the serpent's venom pales in the shade compared to lethal encounter with one of these babes

3 WORD WEDNESDAY...tangle feel shade
DVERSE

For The Weekend (A French One)

http://youtu.be/4oMrPdOQYr0

Ars Poetica

the poet's eye sees all
the mind's eye hears music
feels
 hot tears
 terrible pain
effusive joy
the delicacy of love
white hot imagination
and all in little word grabs
small packages of
crystal clear inspiration
carried on the backs of
words
velvet words
murderous words
poets
masters who
can wield  swords
or
 unleash soft white doves
conducting with
a pen
a baton
laden heavy weighted
with humanity
and enormous power

Imagine 3WW

imagine if you could take me as i am
undaunted by our differences
imagine if you were to smooth
the wrinkles out of 'we'
mr and mrs cruel
imagine if i could forgive you
imagine if you could forgive me
i could imagine that you might miss me
imagine putting a halt to
all these imaginings
all these little ' if ' footprints
washed away by the tide
leaving nothing

For The Weekend

http://youtu.be/S2l5Yt6LBfo


Cato keeps Clouseau
vital and alert pouncing
wrestling with surprise

Our Inspector Clouseau
is a bit of a fruit cake
but adorable

Vital and funny
with his oriental mate
bringing us laughter

Laughter is vital
in an unfeeling cruel world
it keeps us all sane


For those who are not familiar with Inspector Clouseau. One of Cato's duties as Inspector Clouseau's servant is to surprise him with physical attacks in order to keep him alert and his reflexes sharp.If you watch the youtube clip it will all make sense.

Hitler's British Gal

Unity Mitford
shot herself
in the head
when war was declared

It was a buffer against
the unpleasant reality
that she was desperately in love
with Public Enemy Numero Uno

There was no question
 of a transition
back to normal life

She botched
the suicide attempt
didn't die
 became another
catastrophic statistic
of Mein Fuhrer

Discarded
A vegetable
Expendable
Shipped back home
A sack of potatoes

Nascita di Venere

He was thirteen
Sitting in front  of the tv
Homework sprawled over the carpet

His mother twinsetted and pearl'd
bringing in the afternoon tea
Espied her young son's eyeballs
hanging out of his head

"What a common girl
Probably foreign"
she tutted disapprovingly
meaning
Don't bring one of those home
Piers understood

Piers also understood that
he would never find a woman
like this at the West Pymble
Patsy Aspinall Dancing School

He topped the year in French
This was a start he thought
And then began the quest
to find his Boticelli Venus
Arising from the Waves