Monday, 30 January 2017

Ubu is king

Ubu is king! Vive Ubu!
It's a sad day today
We have a new Ubu
A yellow haired clown
Claims his kingdom, 
Silly me, you may not know
His name is Trump
I'm that dumb
Really it should be Chaos
But let's not clap for him
For he deserves no vivat .

When people are miserable
He shuts the doors
That's so simple 
And Ignore them
To the dispossessed,  
The refugees
He sends them back
To a cruel war, to death
So afraid of poor migrants 
In search of a better world
He builds a wall with no doors
And orders them to pay for it.

He says it's a lot of nonsense 
And tries to gag science
The press fares no better
Having to put up with his tantrums
To rogue reporters
He will not answer questions
He lies to all and sundries
Can't keep to a script.

He says he will unite the country
He may well do it
In the fight against him.
Ubu is king 
And that's a fact.

Lucette C. Bailliet
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Sunday, 29 January 2017

A short promenade

Let's walk together
Follow in my steps
Discover my garden
Sunny and shady sides
They are all there
It's a place to meditate 
To resource oneself
Share my happiness
Everyone is welcome 
The world fracas 
Can be heard too
Some friends lost
New friends found
This is only a promenade
A life amongst others
I'm pleased you came with me.

Lucette C. Bailliet
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Saturday, 28 January 2017

Passing by

Taking flight at our approach
Wild ducks, herons 
Cormorants and ibis
Disturb the peaceful surface
Of the black waters 
Forming a scrying mirror 
Open to the sky
The softest breeze
Causes a shivering
Of ripples and wrinkles
In random light flares
Twisting the deceptive perspective 
Of the tall gumtrees and wattles
In their topsy-turvy reflection 
Endlessly swaying and waving
Amongst the fleeting clouds
Illusionary sight offered to us
Passing by these dark waters.


Lucette C. Bailliet
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Wednesday, 25 January 2017

Dreamscape


Through  the window of her dreams 
She silently escaped night after night
The moon in her various disguises
Guiding her to a better world
Leaving this torturous one behind her
Morning reality was the hardest time.

Lucette C.Bailliet
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Flawed democracy

For the last weeks of his presidency  
Obama governed by executive orders
Trump has barely moved in the White House
He spends his days signing decree after decree
Repealing his predecessor's work
Both exercising their presidential power
To put their stamp on the world
Avoiding to pass legislation 
Through the legislative process
What an exercise in democracy !
Where is the people's voice?
How sad it is to see the day
The first modern democracy
Declared to be a flawed democracy.

Lucette C. Bailliet 
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The elephant in the room

Melbourne is grieving
Five dead  by a rogue man
On broken bail
All are astir
The government pledging
Stronger bail conditions
A night court to be set up
But no one speaks about
The elephant in the room
What good will a prison do
To such a mentally ill man?
Where are the health institutions 
To care for someone like him?
Oh, yes, funding has been cut!

Homelessness is rampant now
In the good town of Melbourne
Good people are crying for the city
To get rid of the problem
Homeless people to be treated 
As criminals, put them in prison
Pariahs at best,
Move them somewhere else
But no one speaks about
The elephant in the room
The reason being accommodation 
Is out of reach for the homeless 
Oh, yes, Negative gearing is there!


Lucette C. Bailliet 
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Monday, 23 January 2017

Sultriness

So oppressive was the air
Even the fan was panting
In that sultry evening
In search of freshness
Under the limp canopy
The forest was no refuge
Only offered more stickiness
No stridulating from crickets
No twitter from restless birds
Neither cuckoos nor owls to be heard
Our crunching steps the only clamour
In that sweltering stillness
Under the blackness of dark clouds
Back home waiting for elusive coolness
The night hours slowly whiled away.

Lucette C. Bailliet 
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Trump—ery era

And thus starts the era of trump—ery
Journalists ask embarrassing questions
Suppress press conferences
Artists refuse to perform
At the inauguration
Cut the arts funding
Facts are ignored
Bounty of lies take their place
Emotions run the show
This is the art of pettiness 
Vindication will win at all price
Democracy be damned!

Lucette C. Bailliet
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Saturday, 21 January 2017

POTUS 45

Thus the POETUS became POTUS
          Bless his socks!
The billionaire is to look after the forgotten
              Bless his soul!
The sexual predator became president
                    Bless his pants!
The thrice bankrupt man is to make US great again
                        Bless his wallet, may it be full!
The traitor is to reign supreme
                                Bless sovereignty
The racist is to build the wall
                                        Bless protectionism
The liar will deny everything
                                               Bless his glibness
The showman is performing to the crowd
                                                     Bless populism
The new Nero will enflame the world
To show what a great artist he is!
                                                Send the fireworks
                                                                      Amen.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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Monday, 16 January 2017

When your mum passes away

When your mum passes away
A hole opens in your heart
That will never fill up
For the simple words
"Do you remember when..."
Murmured by your loved ones
Will tug at the ever virulent wound
Grief is a long journey
Sure it deadens the pain 
She shared everything 
From your first tumbling steps
To your life achievements
For do not doubt
She loved you
With her parting
She took away so much 
When your mum passes away
You are never whole again.

Lucette C. Bailliet
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Saturday, 14 January 2017

The harbinger of summer



I know what is missing 
The sky might be blue
We might be sweltering
Even  birds can't be bothered
To sing in that heat
Silence is oppressive
Something is missing
The song of summer
That accompanies 
Day and night long
Accute, strident without respite
Where are the drummer boy,
Green Grocer, Yellow Monday,
Blue Moon, Masked Devil, 
Whiskey Drinker, Golden Emperor,
Brown Bunyip, Typewriter 
 Black Prince and its cohorts?
By their names you know
They come in every shade
The stillness is ominous 
Their absence portentous 
Is one cicada enough
To be the harbinger of summer?



Lucette C. Bailliet 
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Thursday, 12 January 2017

Young, beautiful, clever, wealthy , 
She's got the world in her hand
Men bit the dust behind her steps
She does not care
Fame has looked on from her cradle 
The world is her oyster
She's got a secret
White powder is her power
She'll burn in a few years
She does not care
Not for her to wither gracefully
Not for her to win the Nobel Prize
She hust want to rave the hours away
Live to the extreme
Flicking her long blond hair
She passes you in the street
you feel the energy
She does not care
She has not seen you
For you are not there
She's your dark side 
The one you refuse.

Lucette C. Bailliet 
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From prompt:
Write someone opposite to you


Invisible women

From birth to death
We, women, are invisible
How many times
I've had heard
The total denial of her
With those words
"My father wanted a boy"?
Our running, climbing days
Fighting with the boys 
Are cut short by the curse appearance
Suddenly the child looses her freedom
A new identity is forged in order to become a lady
The child disappears under a tight corset of rules
When she marries , the young wife
Looses her identity taking her husband's name
Roles and responsibilities take precedence over her
So much so that in some cases
She loses her career
Her achievements to date count for nothing
She starts anew 
From the moment  the children are born
She only fulfills her duty
She is a nobody but a mother
When menopause knocks on the door
Accompanied by old age
She becomes completely invisible 
Even on her tombstone 
The words of  daughter, wife, mother 
Define her but who was she really
This is the enigma of the invisible woman.

Lucette C. Bailliet
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Saturday, 7 January 2017

Summertime

Bowl of fresh picked strawberries 
Cut blooms from the agapanthus 
Summer in all its brightness
Fetching sticks thrown in the dam 
Dog latest game
Summer in all its ludic mode
Spinach, radishes, capsicums 
Cucumbers, herbs a galore 
Summer in a plate
Late afternoons siesta
To idle away the scorching heat
Summer pleasurable laziness
Drinks on the patio
Guilt free sundowner
Summer savoir-vivre 
Evening strolls in the forest
Catching up some freshness
Summer longing hours
Fan cooling restless nights
Reading past bedtime 
Summer dreaming.

Lucette C. Bailliet 
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Monday, 2 January 2017

Idleness

Early morning
Blue sky
Sun is shining 
Not a cloud is showing
Wind is blowing
It is chilling
A new beginning 
What shall we do?
Make the day significant 
Write a poem 
Without rhyme or reason
Just for the sake of it
Take the dog for a walk
Just to make him happy
Have a cup of coffee
Grab a book ,
Get engrossed in it
Forget the world for a moment
And its unending chores
We need a long respite 
Laziness is an art in living!

Lucette C. Bailliet 
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