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Tag: poem

  • gruntled & grizzled

    Gruntled employees
    Product of bureaucracy
    and grizzled veterans

  • patience reflected – Poems about CPS

    One part of the job
    Families in crisis now
    Healing through the team
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 09/26/07

    On supervising other people

    Guidance comes when it
    Is given through listening
    To your direction
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 09/26/07
    I learn things really
    fast because days grow shorter
    patience reflected
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 01/25/08
    I have determined
    All that arises passes away
    I have determined that
    I know nothing

    It is easy to determine
    What time it is. It is always now.
    Now I have everything

    Attention here and now
    Compassion emerges when sadness merges with joy
    Only those who have transcended the world can make a better world
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 03/05/08
    When we start with pain
    where do we go from here?
    If children have been hurt and their parents are filled with guilt and fear,
    where do we go from here?
    Stories of events are just that – stories.
    The events that transpired
    are known to the people who were present.
    Yet even though they saw and heard and felt the moment
    they are only able to tell the story from their own limited perspective.
    The role of anyone who would intervene
    in the lives of the troubled
    is to listen and be present
    to receive what is shared.
    The role is to give comfort and acknowledgement.
    The role is to listen.
    To listen carefully and with skill.
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 08/17/08

  • Tattoos

    Memories of you
    Fade like tattoos on the soul
    Vague yet permanent

  • An optimistic fatalist

    An optimistic
    Fatalist saw the outcome
    Coming and he smiled

  • To be honored as a poet is the point

    An identity
    Changing, as the point is, to
    Become a poet
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 08/22/11

    Meditate on the
    Fabulous new beginning
    Of every new day
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 08/18/11

    She is way past woos
    She’s tough and ready for life
    No problem too big.
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 08/20/11

    Rocks stacked-25
    Stacking rocks is like
    Haiku – it keeps happening
    And stands here waiting.
    Rocks stacked-12
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 08/21/11

    Rusting and tarnish
    Of everyday life give way
    To shining spirit
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 08/26/11

    Do it your own way.
    Being a bucket of quirks
    Is the human way.
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 08/27/11

    “Fern was up at daylight trying to rid the world of injustice.”
    E.B. White
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 08/30/11

    Winds of change blowing
    The seasons inevitably
    To a new era
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 08/30/11

    “Anyone can be cool but it takes practice to be awesome”, said Patrick
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 09/05/11

    All that is left is
    A new kind of normal that
    Needs just miracles
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 09/09/11

    Summer's end
    Hummingbird zipping
    Back and forth just wondering
    Where summer has gone
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 08/21/11

  • Accidental voice

    Accidental voice
    Random call from nice stranger
    Redwood Valley man
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 07/27/11

    Uh huh. Huh? What’s huh?
    Just a mispronounced mumble
    Huh? Yea, right, uh huh.
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 07/29/11

    Turtle in the road
    Traveler across the land
    Arrive in due time
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 07/30/11

    “Hard times aren’t going to rule my mind.”

    Gillian Welch
    <> <> <> <> <> <> <> > 07/30/11

    I’m look for high ground for building
    Not Russian River bottoms and low lands that flood with ease.
    High ground on rock is where I am.

    (Inspired by Gillian Welch)
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 07/30/11

    Now that he is exiled from every place on earth except a desert wilderness he declares a passion for cactus.

    From La Lacuna by Barbara Kingsolver
    <> <> <> <> <> <> <> > 08/01/01

    For each one who knows
    The mystery is simple
    Not so much for me.
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 08/01/11

  • Change is a struggle to become

    Hot summer days bring
    Creosote memories of
    Shimmering desert
    Desert in Cathedral City south of I - 10 Freeway
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 07/21/11
    about Carolyn L.

    Another day in life
    Making things better giving
    Advise from afar
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 07/20/11

    Summer wisps of smoke
    Portend the blaze of dry grass
    Like thoughts lost to wind
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 07/24/11

    Brisk morning breezes
    Blow on the back of my neck
    Chilly but alive
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 07/24/11

    Change is not a choice
    Change is a struggle to become
    Something different
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 07/25/11
    Orion returns
    In September ready to
    Wrest kindness from wrath
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 07/26/11
    Loriel makeup
    Remover, drumsticks, beer. Oops
    Shopping not haiku
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 07/27/11
    In the absence of evidence, convenient theories rush in.

    C.J. Chivers on Fresh Air

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 07/27/11

  • When the heart is full

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    Desert memory
    The hawk is on the hammock
    Family legend
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 07/14/11

    Summer in the north
    We drove home in drizzly fog
    Outside like inside
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 07/16/11

    When the heart is full
    Can’t take more input without
    Putting out something
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 07/16/11

    Above the desert
    Rise over the forest line
    Breathe the mountain air

    Based on Letters of the Scattered Brotherhood #lsb
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 07/16/11

  • Weary summer

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    Summer’s holiday
    The rushing Russian River
    Loss of one so dear.
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 07/07/11

    What kind of debt is that
    When a man gives his life
    Trying to save the woman he loves.
    What kind of debt must she feel
    And what legacy has he created
    A debt is not guilt
    It is an obligation to honor
    By giving a full life.

    Qué clase de deuda es
    que Cuando un hombre da su vida
    que Trata de guardar la mujer que adora.
    Qué clase de deuda debe se siente Y lo
    que legado tiene creó UNA deuda no es culpa
    es una obligación de honorar dando una
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 07/12/11

    Summer front yard
    The green sprigs of spring
    Are now dry stalks of summer
    Like youth’s ambition
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 07/07/11

    Ask humility
    A life in purgatory
    Shows me the hard way
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 07/07/11

    Billowing more clouds
    Does the wind get tired out there
    Going with the flow?
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 07/12/11

    Masochistic fool
    Who would ever buy a cat?
    Asking for trouble
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 07/12/11

  • Late May and June 2011 Haiku Notebook

    Off to the east shone
    A glistening pyramid
    Sunset reflection
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    We set out for once
    To be spontaneous
    We’ll plan that again
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 05/21/11

    I arrived safely
    Am ensconced in a blue chair
    Thus Monday begins
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 05/23/11

    Try to have some fun
    Responses could be in haiku
    Make thinking funner.
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 05/23/11

    The only thing we
    Can see moving fast is the
    Clouds in the blue sky
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 5/25/11

    On Mars the spirit
    Finally faded and failed.
    On Earth it’s still here
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 05/26/11

    “What one comes to understand in the pursuit of science
    is the vastness of our ignorance.”
    David Eagleman, author of Incognito, The secret lives of the brain.
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 05/26/11

    Our love falls off as
    Petals in the winds of time
    Lose their blessed scent
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 06/01/11

    Love falls in the wind
    Like dried leaves blown along
    By forces of time.
    121108 Winter light 10
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 06/01/11

    The forest green bus
    Moving up and down the road
    Freedom comes or not
    081303 Chuckwalla State Prison bus
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 06/01/11

    Loves gentle moment
    Awaiting some refreshment
    Hiding in a smile
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 06/01/11

    An angel spread her
    Wings and flew away today
    To a better place
    (Thank you Kate Davis-Shabel for all you did)
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 06/02/11

    White clouds pretty day
    Silver lining if ever
    I saw one nearby.
    Sprinklers in the clouds
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 06/02/11

    My favorite things
    Together in the same place
    Haiku on GovLoop
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 06/03/11

    Here we sit typing
    Just hangin’ out in the fog
    Summertime city
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 06/06/11

    Nothing happening
    Nothing to report right now.
    Up to the minute.
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 06/10/11

    Like running ideas
    Mysterious mid day forms
    Shadows of the steam
    (upon observing steam shadows off the top of UCSF)
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 06/15/11

    A fresh white poppy
    Flowers in the morning light
    California
    A white poppy -Flowers in the morning light
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 06/17/11

    Fog rolls in the bay
    Hiding the golden gate bridge
    Like words hiding truth
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 06/19/11

    Summer has solstice
    Longest day light of the year
    Warming heart and soul
    Longest day light
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 06/21/11

    You can always be
    Unclad under the solstice
    Moon – Natural wonder
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 06/21/11

    On solstice or not
    San Francisco summer now
    Fog just rolling in
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 06/21/11

    Spiritual care
    Comes in to raise the spirits
    If they are too low
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 06/22/11

    Smiling, she said, “You’re
    Funny but not amusing.
    Just peculiar.”
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 06/23/11

    I saw two hawks today.
    One came down
    And stood on the ground
    To see me.
    I asked, “Where have you been?
    My hope has flown away.”
    The hawk stared,
    Then looked away,
    Shuffling his feet
    Like the ground was not where he wanted to stay.
    The second hawk it glided by
    And flapped impatiently.
    The hawk on the ground
    Just looked around
    But failed to answer me.
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 06/27/11

    The hawk flew higher
    Up through fog ever rising
    To reach sun soaked sky.
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 06/29/11

    A few inspired by the Time Paradox, by Zimbardo & Boyd

    Every life is a
    Race with time and a battle
    Against not being.

    Life is a race with,
    And a battle against, time
    Marvel and wonder.

    Whenever we look
    Happiness is the present
    Choice in ideal time
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 06/29/11

    Excellent idea
    Play for a day, say hooray
    Yippee skippy do!
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 06/29/11

    I just had to say
    A okay, okie dokey
    Like a big goof ball
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 06/29/11