Sydney Covid-19-delta
Sydney town is in lockdown,
ADF troops patrol the town,
Knocking on doors
Frightening citizens in scores.
Construction will go ahead
Business can’t abate
Building can’t wait,
Don’t be misled.
You had Vlad the impaler,
You have Glad the ditherer !
Daily cases are increasing
So are bodies piling!
Lucette C. Bailliet
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Glad wrapping
Two states,
Two regimes!
Victoria’s Dan says it’s time
To hard Lockdown
Ring of steel is installed
Covid-19 retreats
N.S.W.’s Gladys
Speaks soft lockdown
Hey lady, glad wrapping
Won’t work against Covid.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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To fight like a lady
To fight be a Lady,
Lady you don’t want a medal!
A medal or a sainthood
Let me tell you
Generosity, kindness,
Grace and love
Aren’t to be lauded
While fighting
Let them drop on the side
Sure have the grace
Of a snake while striking
Have the ferocity of a rat
Fighting for its life
For your foe is to show no mercy
Strike true in fight, let the fight be short!
Lucette C. Bailliet
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Cultural DNA
I have to admit to it,
My cultural DNA is undoubtedly French,
I know it’s a dire trait
In our POC culture
To admit to it,
So put it in your pipe
And smoke it!
To return to my cultural DNA
As a child my grandfather
Used to sing to me
“ Quand nous chanterons le temps des cerises”
When we were picking cherries
And making me cherry earrings,
A lovely song with nightingales
And ladies in love,
Or so it seems,
Very French indeed!
Unbeknownst to me
It turns out that this song
Is the song of the Communards
A revolutionary song from the civil war
Sung by the working class
During the siege of Paris by the bourgeoisie
Dreaming of the good times to come
Once the revolution won. It didn’t!
Now the curious thing is this happened
A generation before my own grandfather was born
So he must have heard it from his father
And he sung it to me,
Like DNA it follows generations
It is part of my family history
I can’t ignore it.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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Pandering to pandemic
Pandemic, stop, lockdown, pause,...
Reload, slowdown, pause,...
Reload, snap lockdown, suspend,...
Reload, vaccination, new lockdown,...
New variant, another lockdown,...
And it goes on and on
This enforced staccato pushed us
To take stock, to dream
Seasons pass also in a slur
Marking the garden
Frost and rain in winter
Heat and drought in summer
What has changed?
Us, truly, deeply
In this adagio era
We have time to see
New green, new shoot,
Pruning, planting,
Nature follows its cycle
We follow its crops
Simple but delightful delights
We’re learning again
What’s important
Living each moment
Enjoying the rewards
As they come
No need to rush
Let each moment exist
Let it pass for it will pass
No other certitude we have.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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Wherever we are
The same bodies
Hang in the sky
Despite being universal
They’re treated differently :
La lune et le soleil,
Der Mond und die Sonne,
The moon and the sun,
Different genders in
Different cultures in
Different times
Man and woman,
Anima and animus,
Yin and yang,
The same principle
Exist In ourselves
Accept what we are,
Ignore labels, just be.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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The moon, my friends,
Is a constant lie.
Look at it this way
It tells you every night
A different story.
It makes you believe
It’s your friend
That it will be there
For you but sometimes
It does not bother
To even show its face
Such a fiend it turns to be!
Only fools and poets
Listen and see its magic .
For truly it is bewitching
How many of you
Have ever walked
Under the silver glow
Of a full moon?
Have you noticed how soft
It has turned your shadow?
How deep above your head
Is the tree canopy?
How it imbues with a halo
All it touches?
The world becomes softer
Losing its sharpness
Becomes fuzzy
Forces you to reassess
Your perception of the mundane .
Its power is enchanting
Charming, otherworldly
It’s in a perpetual state of flux
The moon, my friends,
Is a constant lie.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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