Once Upon a Time

Once upon a time
lived I did in a large country
where everyone spoke the same
language,

I knew everything, I needed
to know,
others around the world wanted
to be exactly like me
to speak exactly like me,
in English, of course,

The whole world revolved
around my country
around my language
around my lifestyle

I didn’t need more than that,

Once upon a time
lived I did, in a smaller country
where everyone spoke the same
language,

They knew everything, but I did not
others around the world thought the same
of their own country,
they wanted to be exactly
like I wanted to be
in my new country

The whole world revolved
around the sun,
including that large country
where I used to think
where I used to live
where I used to believe
it was the only, and best
place to be,

Once upon a time
I thought differently
I knew so little about
the world at large,

Once upon a time
in the USA

Once upon a time
in Denmark

Once upon a time
in this life…..

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Lightning and Thunder, She Wore

El Relámpago
words that disguise
what she was
what she wore
what she wanted

Un Éclair
words that lure
words that entice
words that seduce
what she wanted from me

Et Lyn
words that enlighten
words that illuminate
words that equal the sun’s brightness
what she wanted when we made love

Lightning
words that enrapture
words that endear
words that describe
what she wanted, not ending, never parting

Lightning and Thunder
she wore proudly, elegantly
seemingly the only other lover
I’d ever known,

The only other lover,
not having an equal
regardless of the language between us
the length of time, the whisper
her voice enthralling

Luring me into
her storm…..

Bills vs Williams

Tired, I was

of too many Bills

making me long

for a Bob or Two,

 

I should be happy

that Bills were not Williams

and Bobs

were not Roberts, as well

 

Where there is a Will, there is

a way, but if

William, Robert and Richard were here

there would indeed,

be too many bills to pay……

Words are Power

Words,

understanding,

the world

love

life

language

her feelings about me

anger

despair

hoping

the world, understanding

me

my longing

jealousy

lust

desire

wonderment

passion

enticement

approaching her level,

of consciousness

dreaming

wishing

imagining

our words, entwine

breathing

loving

gasping for air, the last breath

the last distance

reached

her words, my words

our words, together

as one,

words are power

powerful

words

 

Like love….

 

 

 

 

We’ve Got to Start Meeting Like This

“Wait a minute, isn’t that incorrect?”

she asked me in her best French.

I answered, probably in English, but with a slight Danish accent,

“Well, it should read, “We’ve Got to Stop Meeting Like This”, but you might not

understand, if you were thinking in French, with a French accent, that is”, but then

I realized that I didn’t understand what she said, not being able to understand French, with or without a French accent.

She crossed her eyes, and counted to 10. In French of course, using her best French accent, but thinking it in English.

“Are you meeting with me, or with her? Is she not meeting with you, or should I be jealous about that? If she really is your wife, does she understand French? Because I am about to lose my temper with you, and yell at you in any/every language that you do/don’t understand. Starting/stopping now!”

I’ve got to learn French someday, I thought to myself. I just hope it is kinder to me than those/the/a/other people might/seem to/perhaps will be to me.

and I thought that in English, with an English accent!

Praise Him!

That was the exercise in my “Idiots Guide to Learning German”.

Praise Him!

I needed to praise him in the Present, the Past, the Near Future, The Future Past, the Subjunctive Form, and its 2 Older Brothers, and their Aunt, no less.

 

Praise Her!

I now needed to use the Imperative form, the Perfect and the Imperfect, Praising her fine figure, and voluptuous curvy form, her luscious lips and the crazy, wild way that she looked at me!

 

Although, it seems that I had forgotten to use the correct Model Verbs, which made my conjugations incorrect, which made her mock me, and not want to make whoopee with me, which is why I have decided to leave learning languages to better men than myself….

But I still would like to praise her in all of the different grammatical forms……

 

Bunches of Words

Or bunches of Carrots

or patterns of what we say to each other,

dug out of the ground,

 

What more can we say

about the words between us?

I longed to put words into your mouth

but only, if watching you eat them

at the same time, I could

 

My words reflect your words,

even though, we use them differently,

and mincing them, and chopping off the ends

like the carrots that grow in my garden,

enrich the soil between us, anew

 

Take a bite, but not more than you can chew,

and not more than silence can say,

about the language that we share,

grammatically yours,

 

Wordless, I remain

Yours, alone…..