La grisaille de Paris

Bonjour Paris, bonjour l'ennui

Venez découvrir sa magie 

La grisaille environnante et régnante 

Du poids de l'infinie beauté symétrique

A toujours pareille et éternelle

Poésie morte des jours passés

Incapable de se renouveler

Regards des ombres sempiternelles

S'engouffrant dans les tunnels du métro 

Comme une marée de blattes noires puantes

Courant vers vers un nexus souterrain

A jamais défini par une mosaïque de latrines

Par un transport de masse où l'individu disparaît

Sans trace en faveur du volume du nombre

Des exilés de la banlieue proche ou lointaine

Qu'importe l'aliénation est maximale

Paris de tous les jours est sans faillir grisaille.

Lucette C. Bailliet ©

      

La soixantaine

La soixantaine frappe à ta porte

Bienvenue à la disparition

Bientôt les gens vont t'adresser

A la troisième personne

Et qu'est ce qu'elle veut la mémé ?

Tu auras beau te retourner

Pour laisser passer une personne âgée 

Ce sera de toi qu'il s'agira

Si tu te laisses aller.

Prends ta revanche dès maintenant

Après tout tu es bien conservée 

Je ne parle pas de cheveux blancs teintés

Raccourcis donc tes jupes étroites 

Utilise les faux imprimés de tigres

Et autres félins pour te vêtir 

Sois super sexy 

Utilise le parfum à outrance

Ne sors jamais sans maquillage

Il s'agit de ton arme suprême 

Sois à la limite de l' extrême 

Le but n'est pas la sophistication

Tu seras peut être ridicule

Mais tu ne seras pas invisible!

 Lucette C. Bailliet ©

My new gumboots

This is my story

Megalomania defines me

Dreams of a manor

Owns a shack open to the sky

Shelters birds and furry creatures

Dreams of a pool and deck

Owns a dam and turtles

Dreams of a domain

Owns a paddock

Where I can strut my stuff

Uninhibited in my new boots

Plastic they may be

But none of that black or green for me

Only spotted leopard will do me

I'll be the Dame of my paddock

Amongst ducks and roos

Followed majestically by my two chihuahuas.

Hahahahahaha!

 

Lucette C. Bailliet ©

Stormy weather

The wind hurls the Friday night traffic roar at us, 

Buffeting the tall gumtrees 

Willing but unable to get free

Whipping fiercely the bushes 

Digging their roots in the parched soil

The mighty storm front is above us

Rolling and hurling heavy purple clouds

The change is coming with thunder and lightning

Above the hills, light is fading,

Greyness is invading the world

The crows warn the fools that we are

To hurry up and turn back

To find shelter before it's too late

Battling against the whirling wind

Untouchable enemy surrounding us

The first drops hit us

Around our street corner

A few more steps and we are safe

The heavens open up and drop their evening ire

Who cares? Not us !

 

 Lucette C. Bailliet ©

To Labor

You know democracy is in trouble

When people are taking to the streets

Armed with their own agendas

Bypassing elected party lines

So Labor take care and beware

You thought to wait passively 

For the return of your plum job

Was a certainty

We want more from you than watch

On the side, move on, 

The people are calling, 

It won't last, before it's too late

Declare which side you're on

If you want your position back

You better work for it and join us

The greenies are on

On Saint Patrick's day

Where are you?

 Lucette C. Bailliet ©

Homage to Robbe-Grillet

Missed the train

Windy and cold

Pacing on the deserted platform

Graffiti on the walls

Cameras ever present

Ogling an infinity of no action

Speakers blaring

Mangled recorded message

Cleaner picking up trash

Train coming in, 

Stopping to rest 

End of the line

All passengers alighting

New passengers boarding

Earphones plugged in

Speakers blaring once again

Train now departing

I'm on my way to town!

Lucette C. Bailliet ©

Melbourne's March in March 2014

It was awesome, let me tell you

The day of March in March in Melbourne

Called and managed through online media

Walking toddlers and in prams,

Oldies with and without dogs

Every one for a family outing

Gays and lesbians

Singles and couples

Aborigines and ex political refugees

Lovers and singles

Students and unionists

Greenies and public services

They all came

They all converged

Everyone singing 

Everyone marching

On a boogie rhythm:

'Shame, Abbott, Shame

Not in my name

Shame, Abbott, Shame'

Not in my name'

It went on and on

'Free, free the refugees

Free, free the refugees'

It went on and on

'People not profits

People not profits '

It went on and on

To be picked by a new group passing by

And I thought Australians

Didn't know how to sing

And I thought Australians

Didn't know how to march

I cried when I saw the crowd

I was no longer alone

The load was shared

It become lighter

The fight is on.

Lucette C. Bailliet ©

 

Alienated

Fruit of a chance encounter

I was alienated from the beginning

Spent my early years with grandparents

Parents had to work.

Idyllic you may think 

Grandfather was an alcoholic 

Turning violent when in his cups

Home was not safe 

Had to learn quickly 

The rules of the street.

Hell broke loose I didn't fit in

Turning ten, moved in with the family

My days of roaming the streets at an end

I wagged school and discovered poetry

Grain of anarchy was seeded that day

In a rebellious terrain

Stayed with me and grew steadily

In that secret garden,

I've only opened the gates.

Lucette C. Bailliet ©

From my blog:

echoingsteps.blogspot.com.au

Autumnal Haiku

Beautiful autumn

Some memorable days

So near is the end.

Lucette C. Bailliet ©

Drizzly Days

Walking in the rain

Brings back the shades of yesterday's drizzles

Long promenades in the pine forest

Jumping overflowing creeks

Landing in deep puddles up to our shins

Dogs bringing home muddy coats and paws

The hurried and fussed dry towelling 

Bringing joy and fun to them 

And a warm earl grey mug waiting for us.

Further back in time on a distant continent

An autumn walk hunting heady mushrooms

Caught in a persistent and dense drizzle

Ditches filled with wet leaves

Drenched and loaded with our crop

We turn back home

To a hot chocolate and cakes.

Lovely drizzly days!

Lucette C. Bailliet ©

From my blog:

echoingsteps.blogspot.com.au