Author: Gerry

  • Beat poets

    Now I have to study the beat poets
    Their tragedy and their disapprobation
    Their bad beards and their worse breath
    I would smell like that
    if I smoked cigarettes like they did
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 03/30/20

  • The only

    sun setting

    The only thing I can change is myself
    There is only one thing
    The eyes let in the light
    The light lets in the being
    Union is the moment
    Now is the time
    The temple is released back into universal soul
    Fears bind us
    One moment we all will die
    Our death riding on our shoulder has already arrived
    Going from darkness to light
    We come to go
    This is just another step
    To a wider perspective
    Living is the journey through to being
    What you are fundamentally
    Does not belong to time
    Once we master death there is no longer fear
    Going forward and letting go
    Trusting what you have done all your life
    We are born to learn how to die
    We only carry consciousness across the river
    All we are leaving behind is a body
    All those things we cannot see
    Are all the things we cannot measure
    Are all the things that matter
    Being quiet in one way or another
    Is part of each of us
    There is not a better something
    There is union
    Unity became separateness
    In order to create individuality
    In order to return to unity
    Thought and kindness are the path
    Serving others, you can find yourself
    Take part in the world
    To hold happiness
    Move to union in letting go of happiness
    And the breath returns the ultimate joy
    Nothing can bring you happiness
    Because you have it already
    Your experiences are all you have
    Without a past and without the future
    All the present moments are the experiences
    Which are the reality
    In you
    You have to live in the world
    And know you are not of the world
    The whole world is inside of us
    The still small spirit

    Inspired by On Yoga: The Architecture of Peace
    A film by Michael O’Neill (Netflix)

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 03/17/20

     

  • The advocates’ answer to homelessness => 2020 Homeless poem

    Each year for several years I have captured what I could of the experiences of people who have no home to call their own.

    <><><><><> 2020

    Persist
    Persist
    Persist
    The problems are ours to solve
    The problems we have are the problems we share
     The people we know are the people who care
     The people sitting at the big tables
    The people at the side of the ditch
    The people who cry
    And people who sigh in despair
    Persist
    Persist
    Persist
    Hold on to hope
    Or tie your hope to your bicycle
    But persist
    Demand
    Investigate
    Persist
    For years you have tried
    For years you have cried
    Some years you feel like you have died
    Persist
    Demand
    Instigate
    Explain
    Support
    Move forward
    Fall back
    Move up
    Fall down
    Get yourself up off the ground
    Spit out the dirt
    And persist
     
    It takes the squeaky, the kind, the action
    To reveal the humanity of it all
    It takes officials with their purse strings and their blah blah
    It takes the neighborhoods with their concerns
    It takes compassionate people with money
    It takes you
    It takes me
    To solve the homeless mess
    To wrestle with the forces of greed and economy
    The unseen hand has its fist pounding on the backs of humans
    The forces of the night
    And the chilly morning light
    Reveal the suffering
    Of those without a home of their own
     
    Find a pillow
    Build a door
    Find in your hearts the answers
    So this disgrace can be no more
    Listen to the people who know the terrors of the streets
    Examine the data there is in store
    Find the funds for freedom’s answer
    Don’t study war no more
    Persist
    Persist
    Persist

    <><><><><>

    The 2019 Homeless poem

    Poem 2018

    Poem 2017 – there was no update

    Poem 2016

    Poem 2015

    The day my parents named me

    I make myself cry

    Goodness in his heart

    At home with the homeless

  • here and now

    190917 Redwoods (13)

    when you formed in your mother’s loins
    no one wanted this result for you
    the vagaries of life
    in tragedies of death
    came to this place
    that you are in
    here and now

    you gave
    and you received
    the naïve joy of youth
    a fleeting fantasy
    of sustenance
    longing to recover it
    here and now

    the lives you bore
    in your own womanhood
    blew away
    in a moment
    the tempest of tragedy
    lost in your lifetime
    here and now

    then and there
    the crush of sadness
    tore away
    all defenses
    and left
    just you
    here and now

    just swallowing pride and hope
    community of sharing
    had been expected
    then you descended
    into darkness
    impenetrable
    here and now

    years and decades
    passed over like smoke
    of sorrow
    no relief in mist
    of mind bending toxins
    no relief for the unbearable
    here and now

  • Ripples through time

    The goodness of each one ripples down through time.
    These people who have shared our life
    The kindness of a word or a touch when it was needed
    Flows onward
    The space in time we each share
    Is here like a wave
    Leaving a ripple in our hearts.
    And lessons recognized in their passing
    Spread as rings on water, seen, then remembered
    The goodness of each one ripples down through time

    .

    .

    (The boy in the red shirt is the great grandson of someone whose name is on the stone)

    Press Democrat article is  10/07/19

    Other fire poems

    10/28/17 Among the flame then ash

    12/13/17 Measure of Time

    10/24/18 Haiku from fire days

  • That’s the world we live in

    [Is “optimistic poet” an oxymoron?  This poem can be read column by column or all the way through.  Each way to read may yield perspective.]

    190321 Flag raising SR (5)

    Screaming at the rain with jail plastic bags in hand
    Just released back to the streets without a plan
    Soaked to the bone
    With no ride home
    That’s the world we live in

    Signing in the rain when life’s not so bad
    Sometimes the simple is enough to be had
    Anyone who actually looks at me can’t help but care
    As long as there’s some help somewhere
    Is that the world we live in

    Hours of testimony on spending windfall money
    The advocates are there,
    although they can hardly hear
    The back and the forth of the blah blah
    That’s the world we live in

    Friendships are formed as we conspire
    Plans to make our best get higher
    Struggles for money don’t tear us apart
    Just life as we know it but we do our part
    Is that the world we live in

    Friends outside in the rain
    Late winter brought misery again
    Homeless infuriated at no action
    Despite all the signs of the needs in our times
    That’s the world we live in

    Proposals prepared and numbers add up
    Bizarre way to come unstuck
    But openness and grace ensue
    If with our hearts these things we do
    Is that the world we live in

    Leaders discussing options
    With insufficient evidence and little review
    Explanations are made whether softly said or intense
    Can’t hear, so can’t tell if they made any sense
    That’s the world we live in

    Wisdom spoken loud and clear
    from the ones that have no fear
    Knowing tiny homes or tents
    Blessed in community they are sent
    Is that the world we live in

    Those without homes don’t need to read tomes
    They don’t have time to discuss Federal mandates and such
    It’s cold and wet out there
    Does anyone care
    That’s the world we live in

    While struggles continue all night and all day
    Some may listen to the things we say
    Some have a heart and a home and a door
    If you let me in I won’t need more
    Is that the world we live in

    Those with housing confront doing it right
    But some people sleep outside at night
    While “I” s getting dotted, and “T”s get crossed
    What to do for those still lost
    That’s the world we live in

    Holding forth and shouting out
    It’s time to tell the world about
    What people want and what people need
    Some of us will practice our creed
    Is that the world we live in

    It’s about money and perception
    Yet many have the misconception
    That people outside aren’t fit to come in
    Because they smell like sin
    That’s the world we live in

    So many folks really do care
    Hours of help and service they share
    Compassionate hearts want to be part
    Of meeting the need to make a new start
    Is that the world we live in?

    190322 Home Sonoma Board (1)

    <><><><><><><><><> 190322

    An Earlier homeless poem

    I’m alive
    I’m walking down the sidewalk singing in the rain
    I’m not sheltered under a bridge
    As the water rises.
    I’m soaking wet
    But I do art.
    I have no money
    But my boyfriend loves me
    In the forests of the night
    I shiver
    The next day I look for a job
    I look forward.
    The kindness of strangers sustains me
    There is hope because there is caring
    Anyone who actually looks at me
    Can’t help but care

    Even if they deny me.

    <><><><><><><> 141211

  • Here is a poem which took 38 years to write, and it is not finished.

    in this place in this time
    Wisdom, strength, humility, joy.
    If wisdom be your goal, then knowing you know nothing had better be good enough.
    Strength flows on, as time frame is spanned, then forms in space expanded.
    If you pray for humility, you better be prepared to accept it.
    Joy comes to those prepared to accept, and to those who know what they know, manifest as soul expanded.
    Wisdom, strength, humility, joy; all for the glory and honor of the Creator and creation.
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 05/07/16

  • moon and sun – a new day begun

    The sunset and the moon had a conversation
    Why won’t you be with me all night long
    the reflections of my glory shine all night through you
    All night long, I am still missing you though

    The moon shines down in fits and starts
    Sometimes as a sliver sometimes just in parts
    The moon bursts out and lights the land
    in summer nights the day expands
    Lovers walk under her light
    And making the use of all that’s bright

    The sun goes then comes again
    It wakes them as another day is planned
    The sunset and the moon
    In each other’s space will swoon
    Giving back when what they need
    is just what the other sees

    The sunset and the moonlight crossed
    Held together, in each other, never lost
    Balanced by what they finally found
    Each spreads light on the forests’ ground
    The sun now ponders, the moon arises
    Holding hope that darkness prizes
    joy of dreams gives soft renewal
    To lift creation like mystic jewels
    illumination
    flirtation
    conflagration
    Joy of light in night or day
    Until there’s nothing left to say

    The moon at dawn assured again
    The alignment as it had begun
    The sun would shine
    And give light reflected
    All in between again protected
    As light gives glory and hope renewed
    Such are held in morning’s dew.

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 07/18/18

  • Haiku from fire days

    In the hour before
    The mind comes into focus
    Dawn breaches slowly

    Pink clouds of dawn, soft
    Gently melding wisps of thought
    Power bringing change

    Love is like the smoke coming
    fire we don’t control
    The smoke is like love

    They spread everywhere
    in space we didn’t know was there
    A conflagration

    Fire like a giant
    Crow waiting to swoop in and
    Blow away our dreams

    Like a white egret
    Love flies across misty fog
    In all its beauty

    May grace and mercy
    Like mists find us all our lives
    Heaven here on earth

    Will anything find us
    Ever ease the weary soul
    Grace and mercy may

    Ghostly white egret
    Made late twilight passage
    A brief glimpse then gone

    Love or smoke floating
    Through our lives encumbered by
    Nothing we can see

    Felt reality
    More than any substance can
    Worth every moment

    Smoke of our sadness
    Loss we have yet to measure
    Drifts across the hearts

    Fire lingers in the
    Ashes of our dreamscape held
    In vague memory

    Love like smoke held close
    No form or substance revealed
    Is nonetheless real

    Love better than smoke
    Because ambiguity
    Lifts us up in time

    Love and smoke entwined
    Neither has a boundary
    But both impact us

    The moon is waning
    Orion striding along
    Moving to sunrise

    Blow across the sky
    Ever hoping happily
    Love is on the way

    Smoky clouds descend
    Blocking moon or shiny stars
    Wisps in time revealed

    Love or smoke rising
    Ever hoping happily
    Love is on the way

    Smoke near dawn revealed
    In random burning tells all
    That souls need to know

    Holding love like smoke
    Illusion of our power
    Nothing held is lost

    Nothing held is lost
    Turn to learn the simple truth
    Nothing held is gained

    Now hearts hold softly
    Now our hearts abide today
    smoke or love or grace

    Grace abides through time
    ever blowing on its way
    wisps of mystery

    blowing through our life
    Precious love believing
    Smoke or love will stay

    Stay to reach for smoke
    Hold to love ambiguous
    Hearts forever young

    Despite the line of time
    Memory intertwined will
    Be held together

    Smoke and ashes fade
    While love becomes egret’s flight
    Ever glides along

    Hazy smoke of love
    Bringing tears of passion forth
    Better life revealed

    Becoming simple
    Hanging wisps of thought fulfilled
    Into grace revealed

    Grace moving throughout
    A life of giving into
    Forces unforeseen

    In lives revealed somehow
    Ancient intuition here
    Love or smoke brought forth

    Lost to love til now
    Like some smoky memories
    Emerge as a mist

    Of strength in passion
    Helped discover long lost
    Innocence of hope
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 02/23/18

  • Out of fire come Seer’s dreams

    Rest quietly
    let the Spirit guides guide
    rest quietly
    among the flame
    then ash
    rest quietly
    let the Spirit guides guide
    the spirits of trees
    moved on in ash
    just as you
    and I
    will one day be moved on
    as ash

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 10/13/17

    Waiting for David Bowie or an angel to walk in
    Sitting in a chair I would welcome their grin
    A warm greeting can be expected
    In our community where we are protected
    Love is stronger than some
    And all the bureaucrats with whom I spoke
    Were kind and informative
    Sharing anything they had to give
    Emergency services are morphing
    As the options for recovery we are sorting
    Don’t worry be happy playing in the air
    Not quite yet but we’ll get there
    My community
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 10/18/17 at brew

    Bowie comes on singing “under pressure”
    The flames of nature assaulted us like a thresher
    Yet responders and neighbors responded with effort
    And kindness despite transformation brought on by the zephyr
    Homes in ruins as all our stuff is gone
    Transforming life as we knew it to a new dawn
    Mindful of what has been given and what is won
    Take the circumstance so we can act on

    Glory of friends,
    Glory of place,
    Glory to the Creator who gave us space
    To live this life as life allows
    In this our souls will rouse
    To become what we might be
    To act on what we now see
    As fate and circumstances
    In this our life’s brand new dance
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 10/18/17 at brew

    To search the depths of resiliency
    The fog in the Redwoods portends that with which we must contend
    Everything is a test and a lesson to search the depths of resiliency.
    Or expand the heart.
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 12/14/17

    Winter whirls
    Outside the window
    Inside worries and wonders
    Continue
    As they do
    Wishing for joy
    Settling for contentment
    Have to take
    What is there for the taking
    Blessings
    Mixed
    As they often are

    Firestorm
    Still blows
    Cold and harsh now
    Like nothing
    Ever felt before
    Harsh like ashes
    Stuck to a shoe

    Scattering ashes to the wind
    As memories cling
    Like leaves
    To trees.
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 12/26/17

    Love is like smoke
    Smoke is like love
    They come from a fire we don’t control
    They spread everywhere in the space there is

    Fire sits like a giant Crow waiting
    To swoop in and blow away our dreams
    Love flies across the view scape
    In the fog like a white egret
    There in all its beauty
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 01/29/18

    A truck weighed down
    like a soul
    a journey
    filled with stones of memory
    somewhere in California
    a monarch flutters
    like a soul
    the journey against hot winds
    a journey to be completed nonetheless
    despite the possibility of death
    especially because of the possibility of death
    life’s journey is like that
    moving forward
    ever forward
    despite the inevitability of death
    smoke filled skies
    give way to memories
    dusty ashes of our lives
    sifted in mesh nets
    yielding the unburnable
    Memories
    like pebbles through the mesh of our minds
    this is what is left
    except for the love thicker than smoke
    wafting in the air
    ghosts of the buildings
    we once called home
    blow out to sea
    or settle in the vineyard soil
    to grow to be a smoky ghostly vintage
    such is our Redwood lives
    where love is thicker than smoke
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 04/26/18
    Another Thursday

    From the depths of Sorrow
    or the heights of joy
    all the world can do
    is ask, “Do you want more?”
    On the day we are born
    until the day we die
    all the world can show is,
    “This is it”
    In our deepest thoughts
    and our shouted words
    all the world’s lessons are expressed
    From the dawn’s early light
    to the sunset glow
    the world is always spinning
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 08/23/18

    Another Friday night

    Five days of Orion running
    through smoke passing
    through places of which we spoke
    Paradise and Hidden Valley
    Gone away now
    Under Fire and Ash
    gone away
    gone
    gone in the ashes
    rise up in the air
    to arrive upon another life
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 11/09/18