Emergency

Life in the bush

Tumbling from one emergency

To another to contain

No time to relax mentally

There's always a need to fix this 

Need to clean that

Ingenuity is the mother rule

For the shops and hardware 

Are too far to hop in the car

And just zoom to it

Even the drive can be dangerous

Track overflowed 

Hidden obstacles in the way

Erosion is so bad

That the track can disappear

In a blink

Priorities need to be reassessed

On a daily basis

No kidding

A swim or drown situation

Feels like it anyway.

Lucette C.Bailliet

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Eternel feminin

Eternel Feminin 

Oh, she is a tease,

She plays you like a virtuoso 

You come bringing her a gift

She pretends not to be interested

Despondent you turn around 

She stops you, 

Head proudly defiant

What's wrong with you?

She seems to ask

You walk with her

She plays coy

You insist, she disappears

She's crossed the road

Keeps nonchalantly level with you

She smiles daring you

To follow her

She turns her head towards you

Her smile invites you

The world is lighter, brighter.

The car slows down,

She opens the door,

Alight the car

She waves to you,

Her mouth spells "tomorrow "

And she's gone.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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Bliss

After the rains

On the rocking chair

The dog in my lap

Watching the parched paddocks

Turn into green meadows

By the late afternoon autumnal sun

Blissful moment only broken

By the cry of the wild ducks

Newly returned 

From their summer trip

All the world can pass by

This moment is mine

Unexplained contentment 

Pure Bliss

Soft dappled oblique light

Among the gumtrees

Transform them in an European park

MIALLU is back again.

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Suicide note

Tonight will be the night

Tonight I will cease to be

Tonight I will dare

I will prepare myself to bed

And walk in the icy night

Loose myself by the moonlight

In the forest with no shelter

I might fall in a disused mineshaft

I might drown in a deep pond

Exhaustion and cold will drive me 

To the eternal rest

There won't be any nasty business 

Of gas, pills, hanging , trains

Just the natural slowing down

Of one's body functions

The days have no longer any attraction

The sun rays never reach my heart

It's time to say good bye!

Lucette C. Bailliet

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Gossipy gossip

Gossipy gossip

How much we love to hear them

Around a latte in the coffee shop

All girls repeating, making up 

Juicy bits of nonsense

Of course we don't believe one  word

It's just make up believe :

Do you know so and so ?

Yes, of course

So they met on the Internet

No, really?

He just moved in with her

Already?

Brought his cat with him

No, you don't say

Turns out she is allergic to hair cat!

And there is goes, silly stories

Making up urban legends

Juicy gossips make the world go around!

Lucette C. Bailliet

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Alliterative peace

Suddenly a scurrilous sound 

Is heard around the world

The tap, tap petty sound

Of nails hitting the screen

The ribald rumour rears

Its ugly head according 

To Murdoch's gutter press 

A truculent tiny trickle 

Conspires constantly 

To unsettle governments

People perambulatory petitioning 

The world over

Take to the streets

Singing shameless slogans

Soliciting for the same salacious slander

Police forces are overrun 

Denouncing daringly to demand 

Unbelievable untrammelled unthinkable 

Ultimate principle process

In a catastrophic catatonic  cacophony

Only one order occupies

The mob mindless mentality

Oh, for an obvious obscure occasion

That no one can fathom

They are asking for Peace!

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Peace is dead

Patriotism is rampant

Everywhere the other 

As the enemy is seen

Conflict is universal 

Even neutrality is suspect

Intervention is the new war:

Solecism for 

Domination 

Exploitation

Anarchy 

Destruction

Lucette C. Bailliet

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More

Environment is crucial

Pollution is everywhere

Air and oceans are sick

Forests are dying

Deserts are spreading 

Still capitalism wants More:

More coal, More gas,

More oil, More wars, 

More lives to exploit, 

More money, More acquisitions 

The shades of Dickens 

Are in turmoil, should have 

Extended his copyright on "more"

A lifetime is too short

More destructions, More rules 

More controls, More police,

More prisons, More torture

There seems no limitation to more

But how is Earth going to take more?

Lucette C. Bailliet

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Marriage

Marriage what a farce 

Two people under one yoke

Enslavement that is 

Marriage what a lie

Material considerations are first

There is never enough

Marriage what an illusion

Best day of your life

How sad if true

Marriage what a dream 

Happy families torn asunder

That is reality

Marriage what an aspiration

Institutionalised prostitution more likely

Sex on tap

Marriage what a sham

For the better and the worst

You'll see the latter surely

Marriage what a trumpery  

First day white finery 

Soiled quickly to last a lifetime

Marriage why bother

Open or close

Fallacy is at your chore.

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Bird hotel

Let me get my beauty sleep

You silly blackbird

If you want a shady nest with view

When summer comes

No need to trill your displeasure

Bird Hotel is closed until further notice

Some needed renovations are planned

You still have time to catch up

With your friends on their way to the coast

You can't, your wing is broken

Better check the Pine tree Hotel 

You might find a refuge there

The neighbours are noisy, I see

How inconvenient for you

There's a tree hole down there

You might want to stay

But no room service, I'm afraid.

Now be good and let me return to my slumber.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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O my muse

Oh my muse, answer me immediately

Please rush over, you are so lazy

Don't worry about your dress

It's your mind I need to plumb

As far as I am concerned

You can tie your hair in a pony tail

It is a shame not to have shown

Gratefulness to all of them

For their generosity

I want you to help me pen

A heart full thank you

To a group of mighty poets 

Residing in the magnificent hall

Of The Significant League

They have opened the glass doors

In answer to a few scratches of my pen

So hurry up, and when walking

Along that well inhabited gallery

Do not hesitate to hail all you meet

By greeting them by their names

To compliment them highly

On the pleasurable honour

They offered me lately

I know your charming words

Will bring a few smiles

Do not forget to be grateful to the inner court:

 Ampat Koshy, Santosh Bakaya, Anna Gabriel Koshy

Reena Prasad, Pramilla Kadun,

All the admin staff, the Autism for Help Village Project Trust

And Authorpress

And offer your sincere congratulations 

To the winners of The Reuel Prizes 2016

Sunila Kamal, Ade Caparas Manilah

Gowri Suresh

Lily Swarn, Vijay Nair

Daipayan  Nair

Lopa Banerjee

Rukhaya MK

For their unique talents shown 

During the relentless poetry drive

That made this April so special

To Vijay Nair, Lily Swarn

Daipayan Nair, Rinzu Susan Rajan ,

Harnidh Kaur

Geethanjali Dilip,

Ananya Chatterjee,

Amit Shankar Saha

Joie Bose

Niladri Ranjit Chakraborty

Shabir Ahmad Mir

Gauri Dixit

Sarala Ram Kamal,

Anindita Bose

Ritamvara Bhattacharya

Sreemathi Ravi

Mallika Bhaumik

Satbir Chadha

Ipsita Ganguli

Kuchibhotla Sarada

Marshall G. Kent Sr.

Dominic Francis

The competition disappeared 

Making friends of us all

Even the judges partook of the fun

Let them know, it is with the ultimate pleasure

That I receive this accolade 

And ask you my muse to thank

All the participants for their offerings

And most importantly their unfailing support

Strength, energy and inspiration

Without it I would not have made it

On your way now and don't let me down!

Lucette C. Bailliet

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Spoof on Moliere's Remerciement au roi

Nonsense

In honour of Edward Lear's birthday

There was this old woman with no man

Thought she was Catwoman

Wore boots, used a whip

Did not have enough grip

Fell face first in a bed pan.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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Mother's Day tribute

It is Mother's Day

I have nothing to say

It is not a happy day

Where you are concerned

You've departed from these shores

Twelve years ago, you're no longer there

Your absence is still unfilled

The umbilical cord has finally been cut

I loved resting my head in your lap

Nowhere can I replace that pillow 

Peaceful refuge , stolen moments

Life had dealt you a poor game

You played the best you could

When success was in your reach

A line struck your name

From the registry of the living

I miss you so much.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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The making

She was terrified of her teacher

So one day she decided to wag

Blissful it turned out to be 

No one to tell her what to do 

Nor to scream she was lazy

She stayed at home

Listening to music

Opened a book, 

As it turned out, of poetry

The words rolled on her mind

She was hooked

All nine and half years that she was

A poet she wanted to be 

It did not work like that

Her people had proper jobs

To do that she had to return to school.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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Poetry oblige

Silence is best

Refuge is found in solitude

Protection is assured

Afraid?

On the contrary I'm happy

No one will disturb me

I can contemplate my success

It is small by all means

Meaningful for me nonetheless

It says I'm a poet

Until now I was free

To laud, to rant, to sing, to cry,

To hate, to love, to deride and decry

It didn't matter

Now downing the poet's robe

New responsibilities I endorse

To help and support

To defend and honour

Duties they are

For poetry oblige.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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Writer's block

Is it a curse,

Is it a blessing?

To get writer's block!

A simple nomination

It's all it took

I find refuge 

In my bed cave

Silently lulling myself to sleep

Each mute hour darker

Than the previous one

A  mindless eternity passes

Between each blink of the cursor

Still the night like my mind is still

No progress , no ingress

The day does not bring respite

Only endless distractions

No time to think, to muse

It's the have to time

Evening presses in

Mind is a no man's land

Refuge to my bed cave

A definite déjà vu

No dreams , no words.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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