Spring 2016

How pleasant Spring is

The muddy paddocks have gone

In their place wild flowery meadows

Have sprung sculpting the landscape 

Each step burrows deeply in the leafy carpet

Of continuous evolving pattern and colours

Spread over patches, ruts, hiding all defects

Opening and closing their corollas

Tracking the Sun's daily journey

Across the sky where crested wood pigeons 

Pursue their courtship under a herd of clouds

Shepherded by a cool breeze

Everything is sprouting

Shy natives, invading weeds

Cultivated species

It does not matter

Nature does not discriminate 

If it there, it grows enlightening

Empowering  all around

Spring is here!

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Friday night is sex night

Everybody knows

Friday night is sex night

You score and you are in

You don't and you're out

Boozing and partying

Are only a prelude

To the bed games

Two or threesomes who cares,

Nobody is counting

Action is sufficient in itself

Romance is only a trimming 

You don't want to complicate things

Sweat glands and pheromones 

Now you're talking

Are a heady potent mix

You want that chemical reaction

To lift you to cloud nine

How you get down 

We won't get into

It could be a let down 

After Friday's night sex frenzy

As everybody knows.

Lucette C.Bailliet

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A dangerous lady

You know her

Always in the latest getup 

Whatever the season

Moody with that

One never knows

Where one stands with her

Sunny one day

Stormy the following

Without any hint of regrets

Her shudders are legendary

How many men has she left lying in the dust?

No one  resists her temper

She discards through feelings, cries 

Is deaf to any plea or fear

She simply does not care

Beautiful and peaceful in the morning

Devastation and ruins follow her 

Eternal and ephemeral

She is the ultimate femme fatale

Everyone knows her

Indeed she is a Dangerous Lady, 

She goes by the name of Nature.

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Simple pleasures

I am a poet with a rooster under my arm

Every day we pace the grounds together 

In company of the dog and the cat

Searching wild orchids growing in the swamp

Not many to report so far

The dog chasing after stones, 

Please don't ask, 

The cat slithering from tree to tree

Making sure one can't see it

But shadowing us it does

It is all rather silly, really 

If Sartre could walk his lobster

I don't see why I shouldn't walk my rooster

My dog and cat all together

Simple pleasures of a simple mind!

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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To never be curious again

To never be curious again

Depart, to never return

In short a death sentence 

Some may seek wisdom 

Not to desire ever again

For desire brings pain

Not to fear again

Is to lose hope

Not to love again

Is to deny happiness

Not to wait again

To realise long term dreams

So many closed doors lead

To that dark corridor

Nirvana has a high price tag

Many wish it, few make it

Better disguise yourself

As the fabled nine lives cat

So you can be curious one more time

But don't forget to count!

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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