Tree change in Murch.: January 2016

Wednesday, 13 January 2016

Hot

Too hot to move

From one sofa to the bed

Even the buzzing flies

Are quiet under the verandah

Only the purring of the fans

Is heard in the lead silence

Of a mid afternoon

Siesta is officially

The new sport

The dog and the cat

Are spread on the cool tiles

A few feet apart without quarrel

Toys are thrown across the floor

Can't be bothered

To pick them up

And put some order

The world has slowed down

Life goes on in this manner

All are waiting for the change

To speed up and catch up

Listening to "Baby it's cold outside"

One cool song to trick one's mind

For there isn't any refreshing thought

Powerful enough to counteract

When the cold water tap spews steaming water

Too hot to bother really

For the night will be restless

Tossing in a never ending spiral

On the top of the bed.

Lucette C. Bailliet

On the altar of love

His heart is tied

To the altar of love

Enough time passes

To rust the chains

And free him

Of this covetous passion

He might revert to indifference

Independence is a strong contender

Freedom call is alluring

Shocked of this new found Liberty

He opens wide his arms

To welcome a heart refugee

Who promises love

Desire surges for bondage

A new link is forged

His heart is tied anew

Rust works on these manacles .

Lucette C. Bailliet

Wednesday, 6 January 2016

Troubles in paradise

It's holidays time

Obviously not for everybody

The neighbour has been burgled

They broke in to pinch his solar inverter

Electric pumps, batteries

Even food in the fridge

It's not the first time either

On a previous time

They stole live stock

And the gate to keep it in!

Some guy with a green van

Is reputed to have light fingers

Can't keep them from pinching

Anything he sees or so it seems

But they've got a mob

From Rushworth

Bad lot there! So beware

Not everyone idea of rest

Holidays can be a busy time.

Lucette C. Bailliet

Some days

some days are like that

news you can celebrate

news you would forget

facebook is the news bulletin board

a friend's wedding

congratulations are in order

one illness sentence

condolences to bring succour

there, messages sent

within two minutes

it's too easy to pass

to the next news item

no time to pick up the phone

too hard to visit the sick

any news is swiftly acknowledged

by a like or share

the fear of missing out

on any trivial news

drives one callousness

despite seeming to care

about unknown friends

but then when you are

on the depth of despair

a like or a share

makes all the difference.

Lucette C. Bailliet

New year resolutions

This is the day

Let's start then

Write two poems a day

One is too easy

Have to challenge oneself

Tai chi to keep fit

On a daily basis

Zumba to keep the weight down

Seriously down

Down, down, down

No if, no but

Keep it down

Follow the No diet

no sugar, no bread, no dairy

What a program

Shall I break it right now

So we end this nonsense

But that would kill the joy

Of setting up goals

At least for a day.

Lucette C. Bailliet

Have bag, will travel

She said . No dear,

What matters is

Have heart, will travel

All the rest is luggage

Which can be jettisoned

Once your mind is made

To step outside the trodden path.

A warm heart is all you need

To weather the gathering clouds

A strong mind to shelter from the storms

Last but not least

An open spirit to feel the magic

For only then

You will perceive life's gifts

We are all passers by

Therefore travel wisely

Collect souvenirs as you wish

Adding colours and layers

To your inner chore

Thus enriching your life

To make you complete.

Lucette C. Bailliet

Mood change

Bored and tired

The mist is grey

Happy and amused

The sun shines

Angry and frustrated

The sky is red

Joyful and excited

A bubbly day to follow

Dreamy and restful

The moon is shining

Quiet and soulful

The sky turns indigo

Switching on the stars

Light and soft

The rain pattering

Brings sweet dreams

The breeze blows

The last cobwebs away

Each passing hour

Calls a mood change

Enough to colour

An emotional rainbow

Lucette C. Bailliet

Keeping up traditions

We keep up with the traditions

Sixth of January

And down go the Christmas decorations

It's a bitter sweet moment

As I am alone in this case

We put them up together

At the start of December

With our favourite baroque music

After a year it's always a pleasure

To rediscover the tree ornaments

It brings back lots of memories

Of past Christmases

Of handmade gifts

Therefore all the more precious

Putting them away in boxes

Packing them once again

To be forgotten for another year

Everything is waiting

Ready for the next holidays.

Lucette C. Bailliet

I had no idea

Two poems a day

Such a good joke

So it seemed yesterday

A bane today

What a day changes

Rather like the weather

Sultry one day

Freezing the next

Climate change they say

Finding a topic

Stringing words together

Knitting rhythm

Adding touches of colour

I suppose one can dare

To share one's thoughts

Here and there

Express feelings

I find it hard

Suggestions are a moody case

To handle with care

Veiling or revealing

Can be argued to one's content

Many tools we use

In crafting a poem

But at the end

We please ourselves.

Lucette C. Bailliet

Water emergency

The water tank is leaking

Its wall cracking

From top to bottom

Under water pressure

Can't have all this water wasted

All hands on the pump

Let's connect the inlet pipe

From the tank to the pump

Then the outlet pipe from the pump

To the receiving tank

Check the fuel level

Check the oil level

Switch on the pump

Pull the choke

Start the pump

Check water is pumped

Into the receiving tank

Check the crack is holding

Repeat the last few lines

The water level slowly receding

In the first tank

The water level slowly rising

In the second one

Taking its time filling it

We might be right

This one more time.

Water emergency contained

We can rest.

Lucette C. Bailliet

Summer, summer

summer, summer,

where's your fun?

scorching heat from dawn

melting into molten lead

following the relentless sun

sunburnt grass has turned

into blistering whipping dust

stirred by sizzling swirling winds

even early rises do not refresh

body and mind are broiling

by sweltering sleepless nights with no respite

heavy clouds pass in the sky

bringing false promises

of a cooler period

insects, animals, humans

all are hiding from you

in towns as in the bush

fires leave a destructive trail

behind you

summer, summer

where's your fun?

Lucette C. Bailliet

A new year

A new book to read

A new day

A new poem to pen

A new hour

Same complaint, same song

A new year

To dream away

A new day

To while away

A new hour

Same complaint, same song

A new year

A new death within the family

A new day

To chase the night

She passed away

A new hour

To end it all

Same complaint, same song.

Lucette C. Bailliet

Regrets

Tonight, regrets I have

I didn't make any efforts to know you

And now you've passed away

Tonight, regrets I have

All along these years

I have ignored you

Tonight, regrets I have

I've lost a family member

Who could have been a friend

Tonight, regrets I have

I'm too far to say goodbye

It wouldn't be welcome

Tonight, regrets I have

I can only offer you

An apology to say I regret.

Lucette C. Bailliet

Monday, 4 January 2016

Old man Kukaburra

The old man laugh

Clear and distinct

Tore New Year's Eve

The poet said

It will rain in three days

They tut tut her

That was old women' tales

She told them the ants had build

New ramparts around they nests

They made fun of her

The rain came today

Heavy and constant

Carried by a stormy thunder roll

Causing her dam to overflow its banks

Filling the old water tank

Spouting water too

She said thank you

Old man kookaburra

You're the best

Don't mind them

They're idiots

She walked with her dog

Splashing in puddles

Catching bubbles

From the new dam feeder creeks

For there is joy and happiness

When the old man kookaburra

Sings and laughs in a drought.

Lucette C. Bailliet

Sleeping beauty

Those two words define you

You better do something quick

For beauty as poets know

Is but ephemeral

Soon it will be too late

For a Prince Charming

To approach the pedestal couch

Where you rest untouched

Unloved, unconscious,

Forgotten to all

The only breath accompanying

The beat of your heart

Is yours , for guess what

Prince Charming is somewhat

Out of fashion as well as white horse

Beauty is fading

And your conversation lacking

Silence is stretching

Where is the attraction ?

Open your eyes before

Your couch becomes

Your tomb.

Lucette C. Bailliet

All reserved

Goldilocks

Waky, waky Goldilocks

Time to get up

Your nightmares have turned

Into an ocean of greyness

A shake of your coppery locks

Won't suffice bringing back the world colours

Nor a smile pared on your face

Time to face life Goldilocks

The high tower

Where you took refuge

Is the infernal trap

You can't cross life

With no opinion

Nothing touches you

Nothing is of interest to you

You show no feelings

You don't cry, you don't laugh

You go thru motions like an automaton

You wonder you have no friend

What have they done to you?

Where is that child

Who could run

With the wind

Her hair flying behind her

Like the tail of a free filly?

Tell me, do you even know

What I am talking about?

Lucette C. Bailliet

Summer

Five p.m. On a summer day

The heat is oppressive

The hot breeze keeps

Beyond our reach the storm away

A cold shower will have to wait

As only scalding water

Escapes from the taps

Idle afternoon spent

In the slow swing of the hammock

The curtains billow

To the wind tempo

No bird is chirping

Why would they

Like us they wait

The promised change

Searching the sky for the heavy cumulus

Finding it occupied by the high striated Cyrus

Which will only deliver a turning and tossing night

On the bed covers

With no rest whatsoever

A murmur is heard

Summer , summer.

Lucette C. Bailliet

Summer games

December is here

Summer has followed

Hot, relentless, scorching

Early mornings are tolerable

Before hiding inside

The rest of the day

Hours are passing

Temperature keeps rising

Even evening brings no respite

Churning our minds to dust

Water is on our mind

When the cat is in the bedroom

The dog in the laundry

What could go wrong?

When the dog wants to play

The cat runs away?

Wrong answer mate

The dog goes in pursuit

Only to be stopped by

A clawed swipe to its head

Arched back and fluffy tail

The cat stands its ground

Dog runs in circles around cat

Cat runs up the tree

Dog barks WTF?

Cat goes up yours

Can't you follow?

These are summer games

Want to play?

Lucette C. Bailliet

A new diary

You may think it is for your travels

In a way it is

For your travels in the new life

Your are searching, building, dreaming of.

Because of your harsh education

You can't express feelings

And I understand that

I dig it really

So use this diary

To break down this wall

Between you and the world

To give you access to colour again

For the world has become grey

Don't worry the fortress will still be there

If you need it

Use this diary to be in touch with yourself

To open safely and surely

A way out of the labyrinthine realm

Chocking you to depression

To scream your frustration

About this non sensical world

Which you have been brought up

In this universe of blatant lies and idiocies

To shout about the unfairness, injustice of it all

Of a system out of its grooves

Running out of control

On a collision

To laugh yourself silly

To the point of crying tears of joy

To cry out of passion

With fire in your belly

Break the rules

Dare to be yourself

Each page should see

The explosion of your certitudes

Start anew everyday

Doubt everything

You've been told

Don't believe

Experience and test

Compare

Many failures will you face

Their lessons will be yours

Dream large,

For there is no limits

But those you build yourself

Not every day will be pleasant

That is a certainty

But when it comes to count

You'll be surprised

How many you remember

Spill your guts out

Tear any remnant

That still holds you there

Splash the blood of your fury

All over the page

Your words will be strong