To the culprits

Can you feel it?

Can you smell

The sweat of your fear?

Is your body trembling yet?

You played your game recklessly

On your rules with no remorse

On us you preyed

Abused our bodies and souls

Tortured us, killed us

To satisfy your lust

We suffered

And you got scotch free!

Well time is up

The rules have changed

You may think it's unfair

You're judged

And found wanting!

Your job is on the line

Welcome to the club!

Don't think about escaping

You may keep a low profile

But the trickle down effect

Will get to you eventually

For we aren't going to stop

For too long we suffered 

Date rape, gang rape, 

Rape camp, public rape

Incest, humiliation and violation

We are coming to get you!

Lucette C. Bailliet

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High summer

High Summer

Not a flower to be seen

In the forest

The litter is dry and crackling

Tension revs up

Our tempers are so too

A word astray and we explode

Time out in the shade

Cooling down

We'll be please to see

Our farewell to summer.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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Tantrum

I want a parade

A military parade

Like the French have

With lots of flags

( made in China  by the way)

With horses to clip clop their way

With brass bands walking in step

Along the long avenue

Mascot and the Foreign Legion

Motorbikes and human pyramids

Finishing with the roar of tanks

The booming of jets

It will be fun I swear

Said the dishevelled clown

Who refused to go to war

Not once but five times! 

Lucette C. Bailliet

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It's too hot

It's too hot, mate

I know you what you want

But it's too hot

You've brought your toy inside

I get the hint, believe me

I keep telling you it's too hot

You start to chew on my shoes

I push you away

It's too hot

You wag your tail

I shake my head

It's too hot

You bark and growl

I raise my voice

It's too hot

You'll have to wait

For your "walky"

It 38 degrees outside right now

I'm not a mad English man 

Sunset in the forest

Is the right time to go

"Walky " will have to wait

You crawl under the table

I'm sorry, mate

It's too hot.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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Resistentialism

Resistentialism is without any doubt

The daily bane of my existence

This seemingly pitiful behaviour

Shown by inanimate objects

Is totally out of control.

It's that simple really:

If it has a cord attached to it

It will make knots

Be it computer or vacuum cleaner

If it has a key hole

The key won't fit immediately

Or the locking system

Will grip by itself

If it is contained in a bag

The bag will split 

At the most inconvenient moment

People are always talking 

About watching a milk saucepan

As soon as I turn my back

I'm sure it will spill over

Speaking of pans

The ones in the top drawer

Have a contrary mind

You can pile them up

One into the other nicely

Close the drawer

One cannot open it again

The pan handles have decided against

I thought it was only me

But yesterday I saw the beloved

Swearing and rattling the said drawer

We have a bad case of resistentialism 

At home, must bring a witch doctor.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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Summer heat

With the summer heat

The dam has shrunk

To a muddy water hole

To it I walk the dog daily

Roos and Joeys are there too

Looking as usual on the qui-vive

Standing their ground though

For the first time

Water is primordial for survival

Presence of Humans and dogs 

Has to be be borne 

Warily they watch us 

While drinking the stale water

On the opposite side of us

While the dog is happy to chase sticks

Thrown in the dark waters

Tolerance turns out to be

The name of the game.

Lucette C.Bailliet

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I can't be fucked

Really I can't be fucked

To rant, shout and cry

It's not a writer block

It just I can't be fucked

Any longer anymore

The unending cycle 

Of catastrophes 

Be they Manmade or natural

Leave me cold

I don't care any more if

Another politician turns out

To be as corrupt as another

Who cares?

So and so had sex with so and so 

Harassment case or not?

Karma has its day

The poor see their welfare diminished

So the big end of town profit

Good luck to them

The rich criminal gets out of prison

Justice is no more

A country invades another

A genocide ensues

Red blood is spilled

On both side

Every one knows 

Who's to blame

But no one cares

All around 

Emotional and intellectual

Batteries are flat

Where is the plug? 

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Confused

Confusion reigns

Blue moon, Super moon, 

It does not know

Glides in an eclipse 

Lucette C. Bailliet

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