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Tag: Poems

  • Charity that is not charity – ode to health care

    Charity is giving. Charity is good.
    Charity is corrupt if it serves the self interest of the giver above the interests of the people it is alleged to help.
    Charity in the land of health care is a car wash to buy a kidney.
    Charity in health care is a golf tournament to buy off the golfers’ perceptions.
    Charity in health care is nonprofit insurance companies who own for profit hospitals.
    Charity care of seven billion dollars in care advertised on public radio is seven billion dollars of overpriced full charge care that would be billed at a fraction of that except to write off on taxes.
    Faith hope and charity
    Charity that is not charity is hypocrisy and corruption
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 05/19/15 @brew

  • Waiting for an angel

    Tree with an angel-10

    Sitting. Waiting for an angel to walk in.
    Anticipating a spirit to encounter in a coffee shop.
    Holding out hope by investing in waiting.
    Taking the time to linger while others rush past, ambling too fast.
    Waiting for an angel sent to rest among us.
    Has the force of spirit been delayed at a stoplight?
    Are the winds pushing on the clouds to obscure the path?
    Has the setting sun darkened the spirit’s way?
    How will the angel, the messenger, be recognized?
    Is there an angel on the sidewalk outside who stopped to tie his shoe?
    I thought angels wore sandals.
    Sitting, waiting for an angel.
    Wondering if I leave will he enter?
    And I won’t be waiting.
    What then?
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 05/19/15 @Brew

  • Changes

    Jack London State Park 022215-12
    Listening to Bowie 40 years later
    Echos, reverb, reverberate, revealed
    Echoes of thoughts long ago
    Changes, I ask you to go through some changes
    Sunshine on my shoulders
    Echos of thoughts long ago
    Listening to John at dawn in the lodge office
    Knowing the light would shine on through my life
    Here it is still shining
    Sunshine almost always
    Sunrise, sunset
    Tequila sunrise
    Sunshine superman
    Tevye
    Eagles
    Donovan
    Music reverberates
    Comfort then, comfort now
    Won’t be get fooled again
    Got to be loud on the stairway to heaven
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> @Brew 03/24/15

    Changes again
    Art evolves
    Some purpose contained
    In the forms we love
    Words or drawing
    Films onward flowing
    Capture what we want to recall
    Show life we are knowing
    Re-purposing creativity in all
    Expressions in each form
    Unique for each of us
    While highlighting what is really the norm
    Capturing the glorious
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> @Brew 04/08/15
    Fountain of Life Cathedral City California best shot

  • Yearning for the open sky

    Seagulls in the winter sun
    It seems we have to come to a new situation with our own self whole
    When we find our own strength and grow into the place we have reached
    Then we are not seeking to replace something missing
    we are looking to share that which is there
    to bring strength to strength
    and vulnerabilities understood.
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 03/16/15

    The beach
    You are meant to be happy, and, I am meant to be happy
    You are meant to fly. I am meant to glide.
    God’s blessings rain down upon us like waves upon the shore
    The world turns. The waves crash.
    The tides rise. The tides recede.
    Tunnels blocked by tides reveal passage to a place to heal
    Revealing God’s love in our lives
    Showing pools of mystery and secrets to explore.
    Rocks turn to grains of sand spread upon the shore.
    Protected hearts held close by fear
    Reveal their tenderness because God’s love washes away.
    God’s love arrives unrecognized like just another wave.
    Yet each wave scours a little more of the tarnish from the heart.

    Yearning for the open sky two hearts explore the shore
    Though enshrouded by the fog, two hearts conspire
    To ask questions and begin to push the fog aside
    The fog rises from the ocean to obscure what waits within
    The light of life and breeze of love come forth when sunshine wins
    The force of nature and warmth from God bring hope to light again.

    In chilly air birds glide along the shore of revelation
    That foggy days and long beach walks
    Bring us on our way
    To find the space where hearts entwine and waves crash day by day.
    God lifts the fog and turns the world to another day
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 03/22/15
    012415 Bodega

  • The prodigal

    013115 San Francisco
    Not a thing to see
    Except Orion skipping
    Across the night sky
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 01/07/15

    Happy was the day.
    Happy was the mother and father.
    Happy and full of all that is good.
    Oh, happy day
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 12/13/14

    The prodigal jumped and ran from reality
    Creating a whole new reality
    The flights of fancy and insight
    Bore fruit in fright and sad insight
    On the depths of diffusion and confusion
    The wondering, about wandering spread in profusion
    To friends far and wide that rushed to the side
    Of family and loved ones who could not abide
    To wait with their heartache and not try to take
    Every chance in the world to let it be heard
    The prodigal is lost in his mind and the world
    Those who love him so dearly can see this too clearly

    The prodigal found our hearts are unbound
    until we realize that not in his eyes
    is he back here among us in a way we can trust
    Lost inside his head because medicine is dread
    unable to see with any objective clarity
    he should do what he’s told until reality regains hold
    the space he’s in now will hurt him somehow

    Of this we are certain so this is our burden
    can he accept guidance given from hearts which are driven
    to grief by intransigence and afraid of results so calamitous
    Come back to us now, we beg you somehow
    accept the advise as our sign of grace

    You were lost in a void and nearly destroyed
    We could see what you can’t, together we chant
    we love you, listen to words that are true
    We care and call you to dare to prove you love us too
    by doing what you must because in us you can trust

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 02/01/15 02/05/15

    Oh truth, being what is, being here and now, being in the goodness and the badness. Behold the light and the strength of a heart in its sadness. Be, and hold, the best of all that is and was. Crushed souls are souls nonetheless, tonight and tomorrow. Hearts and minds move, forward or back, sometimes at the same time. Thus is life. Thus.
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 03/11/15
    013115 San Francisco

  • Homeless Count 2015

    013115 San Francisco
    I felt the warmth of my bed this morning
    The bathroom was nearby
    I got up and took a shower
    I made some coffee
    I read the paper delivered to my front door
    I said hello to some friends on my computer
    Then I went out and looked for people who had none of these things
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 01/23/15

  • rhythm of wood

    I’ve been to that tree
    twisted in the winds of time
    limbs held to the sky
    for Mark
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 02/06/15
    Jack London State Park
    I have forgotten more than I have ever known
    The rhythm of a life like the rhythm of breathing
    The rhythm of steps upon a path trodden by others
    Mysteries and experiments in living
    Each day a new adventure
    And another day of mystery living out
    A history made in the rhythm of breathe and steps and life
    Assured that everything in life deserves a grateful look *

    Warmth of old wood
    Light of Spring
    Sun
    Breathe of wind off the ocean
    O’er the short plain and verdant hills
    Wind of mystery
    Wind that blows through the rhythms of life
    Sun that shines on all
    Sun that shines this way on only one
    One who is lonely
    One who is hopeful
    One who wonders at the mysterious questions of being
    One who feels the rhythm of breathe and steps and life

    Blessed by wood from long dead trees
    Blessed to know of one who wondered and experimented
    Blessed to see the terraces built to preserve the soil of the earth
    Blessed in each breathe
    Blessed in each step
    And stepping on further as the sun shines on
    Assured that everything in life deserves a grateful look *

    *A line by Patti Trimble http://pattitrimble.com/
    Jack London State Park

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 02/22/15

  • I make myself cry

    winter for robbie
    The day my parents named me –
    Part two =>End of the Year
    – People we saw
    On their behalf, I thank and honor kind strangers. (best read out loud)

    Kelly and Sara and Neil and Juliette.
    Tim and Michael and Ben and Daniel
    Lauren and Georgette and Tanya and Julian
    Mark and Robert and Myrah and Frank
    Kim and Donald and Brian and Cindy
    Travis and Terry and Bill and Sara
    Ricardo and Linda and Angelina and Jordan
    Chris and Patrick and Bob and Anne
    Shawn and Sean and Zach and Casey
    Cynthia and Aaron and Tina and Robert
    John and Jonathon and Hector and Lee
    Erin and Charlene and Debbie and Allen
    Mark and Ken and Kara and William
    Brian and Bryan and Clare and Sonya
    Jesus and Maria and Jose and Juan
    Tristan and Hailey and Allison and Jeanine
    Jill and Jason and Jesse and Tristan
    Roger and Jeff and Todd and Amanda
    Sarah and Sam and Steve and Shine
    Ryan and Belinda and Louis and Favella
    Susan and Suzanne and Eva and Adam
    Gilbert and Kevin and Krystal and Crystal
    Ray and Joe and Jessica and Betty
    Patricia and Patty and Paul and Anthony
    Joanna and Cathleen and Kathleen and Juana
    Julie and David and Lucas and Julia
    Elise and Norman and Nora and Thomas
    Randy and Florence and Roberta and Leon
    Denise and Simon and Simone and Shelly
    Charles and Emily and Vincent and Wanda
    Carol and Matthew and David and Teri
    Jacob and Rachel and Lynne and Andrew
    Antoinette and Diana and Dana and Leslie
    Anna and Andy and Alfred and Aileen
    Clint and Carl and Christopher and Carol
    Miles and Erica and Megan and Marie
    Zachary and Brittany and Ronald and Jon
    Lawrence and Larry and Loren and Lilith
    Dillon and Dylan and Anthony and Alicia
    And Robbie

    We do it for you.

    New fire pit, Sunday night

  • Goodness in his heart

    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.
    Kindness of Strangers
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 12/11/14

    Goodness in his heart
    A smile on his face
    A mixed up mish mosh of thoughts
    Blew around his head
    He saw in small random things some logic
    Although to all others it was illogic
    He smiled at the world
    Whether it smiled back or not
    A soft inflection in his voice
    showed he thought he could get by
    But those around him,
    especially those who cared,
    Worried that he could not get by
    Without help
    Help he would not accept
    He’d smile
    And say, “I’ll be alright.”
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 12/14/14
    New mushroom

  • tiny embers touching

    First time I've seen this one bloom! #succulentsunday #flowers
    Succulent flower
    Is beautifully tiny
    Transient glory
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 11/21/14

    Landpaths - Mark West outing
    embers glowing and being sustained
    wisps of smoke wafting on the wind
    moved about by currents
    known and unknown
    felt and mysterious
    embers
    providing warmth
    pulsing of the light
    like breathe
    oxygen fills the fuel
    brighter
    then less
    then brighter
    potential burst of flame
    or quietly extinguished
    the embers don’t know their fate
    why should we
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 12/06/14

    From the depths of sadness
    Memory brings forth
    Moments of tenderness
    In dreams
    Realization
    In the moment
    That it is a dream
    Thus comfort becomes
    The knowledge that past tenderness
    Resides in the heart
    And wanders around the inner mind’s realm
    Memories of comfort
    Near the depths of the soul
    Touching
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 12/07/14