Orgy

It was a feast, a party,

No, more than that

It was an orgy

If one goes by

The number of love bites

One found in the morning

Front, back, neck and arms 

The one item menu : My body 

One drink only : My blood 

At their disposal 

Molested I was

Numerous times

Until they were satiated 

They took over my nightly domain

Those gluttonous  suckers

The pesky bedbugs!

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Poetry day

Poetry day

 Poetry is an ocean

Each poem a drop

As individual as the poet

The common themes define

The undertow of this surf

No one can stop its flow

Poetry is Liberty 

Flushing everything 

Wave after wave

The surf beating against the shore

Of ignorance and indifference

It has its own tides

Tempests and dead pan

It's currents run hot or cold

Eventually merging in its depths

Words schooled into rhymes

Live and die as fashion orders

Let Poetry wash over the world

As its conscience in a tsunami.

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Homage to The Little Prince

If words can be misconstrued 

Silence is heaven if shared

Only through the heart

Truth can be found

Care for someone

Creates a connection 

Time is of no importance 

Intensity matters

Anticipation and anxiety

May lead to happiness 

If rituals are respected

Dressing up one's heart

Thus the wise fox spoke

About the Rose.

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Another birthday

A new birthday should be a celebration 

Of life , of dreams, of achievements

Of love, of friendship,

Of setting new goals, of development 

Of consolidation, of new adventures.

So why do I feel so empty,

So uninterested, so lost, 

So afraid, so anxious, so worried,

So depressed, so strained? 

What stops me to be happy?

After all I'm alive,

It's a selfish consideration 

So many have not made it.

So every year becomes a bonus

Each day to be greeted as an opportunity 

Leave the mundane world to itself.

Enjoy the dawn, be it bright or grey, 

Windy and wet, hot or cold,

Find its beauty , feel excited, 

Banish boredom in limbo

And collect the rewards

Enjoy the ones that share my days

They add so much vibrancy

Do not take them for granted.

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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With two suitcases

With two suitcases 

We arrived full of dreams

To build a new life

In a far away  country

As far as we could go

Despite unknown risks 

Adventure was calling us!

With two suitcases

He flew across the continent 

To find a job

To build his life

Without his love

Without his friends

To secure his future!

With two suitcases 

You are moving

To a far away town

New loyalties to embrace 

Career to built

So much at risk

Love is calling!

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Lucette acrostic

Lucette acrostic 

Lightning is a brisk tearing of the continuum

Unplanned coming from nowhere

Causing havoc in the world

Ever destructive force

Terrifying by its impact

Totally made of pure

Energy matter.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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She denies herself

When a woman states

She's not a feminist

She denies herself!

She denies herself

The right to vote

She denies herself

The right to be paid 

She denies herself

Better work conditions 

She denies herself

Better health choices

She denies herself 

To be in charge

She denies herself

Better family life

She denies herself

To be an individual 

She denies herself

To be free

When a woman states

She's not a feminist

She denies herself!

Lucette C.Bailliet

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Witches by the sink

Witches by the sink

"Oh dear, you're going to fail "

She told me

"If your spells are perfect

Your charms most charming

Forget about your potions 

You've ruined the pot again

Look at that mucky bottom

Should have checked the recipe

Potion making is a scientific art

In which creativity is abhorrent 

What in high heavens 

Were you trying to cook in there ?"

"Just  a coq au vin, my dear" said I .

You said yourself " it was quite the thing,

As aphrodisiacs go , it couldn't be better

You have to make up your mind,

Can't use a pot without blacking it 

That's rule number one of potion making,

As you well know it"

" Blacking and burning are two different things"

" It's only a question of scrubbing really"

"There you go, then"

Handing me the scrubbing brush.

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Crossed verses

Frontline clearly defined                                       Dividing the universe unequally

Clouds build up over the forest                            Pitiless sun hovers on the parched soil          

Thunder rumbles over the canopy                       Blue sky shimmers over the paddocks

Deluge cascades brutally on the trees                The shrinking dam lies forgotten

Refreshing wind battles endlessly                        Hot blustery breeze          

Clearing and settling the atmosphere                  Blasts the air with spinning dust                                                

Delivering harmonious respite                              While chaos reigns supreme.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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Such are the politics of poetry

Poetry has sung War's glory and gore

Poetry has rhapsodised Peace's virtues

Such are the politics of poetry.

Poetry has spoken of Life's kingdom

Poetry has dealt with Death's domain

Such are the politics of poetry.

Poetry  has explored human passions 

Poetry has revealed mankind's follies

Such are the politics of poetry.

Poetry has unveiled man's love

Poetry has veiled man's hatred

Such are the politics of poetry.

Poetry has prayed Heavens and Gods

Poetry has cursed Hells and daemons 

Such are the politics of poetry.

Poetry has built hymns to the Sun 

Poetry has dreamt under the Moon

Such are the politics of poetry.

Poetry is universal 

Any fool with a few words 

Will end up writing a poem

Such are the politics of poetry.

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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