sync2swim

i recall a cafe philo nomination
is where you “live” important?

unfortunately it didn’t make the selection
cos’ that’s quite a reflection potent

financial, family, friends, fear, and follies factor into the equation
and yes, money can buy a lot, so the rich and crooks have option

rest of  us has to content with degrees of acceptance, absorption and adoption

“yes” would be my voice
assuming affordability and choice
and it’s better to be married to a place then a royce or joyce 😉

pentacostal musing
a gentle reminiscing
to treat the temple body well
for that’s where the Spirit and Trinity dwell

a ringing bell
to stray from hell
our mortal walks serve a compelling tell
the only earthly thing to give, not sell

a visit to père lachaise
reminds life as game of chess
there will be pieces that have more or less
death equalizes achievements and mess

whether a life dying for attention
or a life full of piaf tension

la vie en rose
in silent repose
a life fleeing from temptation
a life seeking sweet redemption

closing with sobering epigram wild
from the “importance of being earnest,” oscar wilde

“we are all in the gutter,
but some of us are looking at the stars.”

all of us leave earth eventually with some scars
that’s all i pant-pent muster mutter

goodbyes are the law of earth;
reunions are the law of heavenly mirth…

what a privilege
to live in marais village
many gems tucked away
for time and musings play
all within walking distance way
that pound need not weigh

born free, as free as the wind blows
as free as the grass grows
born free to follow your heart
so,
to musée cognacq-jay, i départ
to pry away from computer rut

earnestly, a life well-lived and left behind
charms of louis 15th and 16th period you’ll find
childless,

so estate left to city of paris, how kind
beauty in his life and artifacts to tug heart and mind

what ernest leanings
selling ties under an umbrella, pont neuf beginnings
blossoming into fancy  la samaritaine store
a largesse soar

thereafter, wandering free as the roaring tide
place des vosges called me to abide
suddenly victor hugo beckoned me to step inside
to his abode , from sun to hide

wow, i was mesmerized

the storiesthe maison etherized

born with stirring passions
that released expressions

in his writings and poetry
lay victor’s inner solace victory

republicanism failed
joy in daughter got curtailed
romanticism was impaled
his declining years as national hero hailed

stay free, where no walls divide you
you’re free as the roaring tide
so there’s no need to hide

for life is only worth living
’cause you’re born free

he was joan’s knight
united in anti-war fight

his strains had a bite
piercing the dark of night

wrong fighting right plight
his lyrics weren’t lite

for the annual nuit européenne des musées decree
i chose cité de la musique to spend my free   braved the rains to retrospect
a bob dylan exhibit to inspect

images and words put to a beat
meal for the soul to eat

i supped at concert on deck
of adam mcbride-smith and cory seznec

gloria
a sterling euphoria
bought with a price
has everything nice

chinchilla eyes
that mesmerize
shaded fur
contented purr

belleville, a good start
to define “art”
what makes poetry, “poetry”
what makes reverie?
it addresses represses
it expresses redresses
it heals, it squeals
it feels, it reveals
it searches, it splurges
it depresses, it surges
it reflects, it refracts
it expands, it contracts

a 9 km walk
vichy “paris in ww2” to stalk
1940-44 hôtel maurice was nazi hqtaken over, rooms with a view

hard to fathom humanity under hitler’s grip
thank goodness his plan to burn paris got ripped
many a resistance group sprang up
to defy brainwashing scrub
edelweißpiraten and zazou club

musing at the bears at hôtel de ville
25 years of relations between paris and berlin to seal
merkel was first on list for françois hollande to deal

source: wikicommons

o hugo’s montparnasse
we looked for you in your glorious past
once again illusion in collusion
with gumption fueled by presumption

the brain enchanted, once again deceived
by hollywood and tales believed

all that glitters is not gold
things of past we want to behold
things we’ve being told
things to chase and rejuvenate old

montparnasse aujourd’hui
hue gone, mais oui

may 6th marked first sunday
gratuit museum visits to profiter
also, the voting day
political winds interplay
citoyens to sway
toward françois hollande

musée carnavalet invoked

visions of past ideals stoked

then this poster got me provoked

a constant tension between have’s and have nots
rise and fall of deprived human bots
historic homeostatic plots
civilization flourishes and rots

perhaps, technology can be powerful equalizer?
to bridge gaps and be uniting tranquilizer

a perpetual balancing act kaiser…

dix mots, dis-mois
“il faut à paris foire
une fois,
pour gras foie”

theme of this year’s foire
“y’a d’la joie”
ça, je bois

chicken or egg
spring fever sprung a leg
prancing to mouloudji’s les rues de paris to quench a thirst
an annual wandering-wondering burst

starting out

at sfo, mon père  encore sprout
an exhibit of sewing history
led bout of bardspout mystery

dressmaking intertwining
a marathon flight movie viewing
“albert nobbs” story most intriguing
followed by “the vow”
rita thornton’s chosing to stay with philandering hubby
“for all the things he’s done right; not the one thing he’s done wrong. I chose to forgive him”  was my insightful wow
“beauty and the beast”
the gist of the yeast of hell
love breaks spell

forms of love salad dressing
covering scars needing healing
stripped naked from memory sheath loss
testing love toss
sending my mind reeling – who is really boss?

then as if to cap confusion and illusion
a cafe philo “is the mind a slave to the body?” reaching no conclusion
my day ended with fruition
at saint germain des prés metro
a defining moment in retro
roving over a children’s books display
my eye caught “poèmes-sans-queue-ni-tête” which sums up my day!

pretty much resolves the quandary of mind versus body, which master to avail?
a neither head nor tail tale