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Sunday, June 25, 2017

Goodbye Poem


Loaded car, didn't shed a tear.
Everything seems small.
Drove by our old house.
Ammie heals from bunion surgery.
Twenty four hour care costs dear.
Wheelchair doesn't fit the hall.
Taste of plaque in teeth clouds
memories, wish you lived near.

Cooler holds two days meals.
Everything seems small.
Fig jam in blue Kerr jars.
Jalapeno, rose lavender flavors 
in calico fabric bees wax seals.
Sauce you love with meatball
packed on ice for the drive. 
Waved bye to backs of wheels.

Everything seems small
Miss you, that's all.


Poem copyright 6/25/2017 Caroline Gerardo
photos Rodney Mississippi




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Friday, June 23, 2017

Coming and Going

 Coming and going

Days in a high rise
Nights on the ranch
Before sun breaks fog
Before Big Red crows
There's melody dance

Ignore egg becomes toad
Salvation in an $18 cross
Before you fall to knees
Before you miss mother
There's bagpipes of loss

coming and going

Kitsch red rose 
Cliche emoji tear
Before step on crack
Before step over penny
There's grateful fear.



poem 6/23/2017 copyright Caroline Gerardo






Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Heat Wave Poem



Burn wave


Heat pricks scorpions
search swimming holes
No place for guardians
protect Salton Sea scrolls

Burn wave


Spontaneous fires
not quelled by fog
flap power line wires
melt hot lung smog

Burn wave

Climate isn't changing
nay Sayers are certain
graphs always ranging
Earth begs shade curtain

Heat wave


copyright 6/21/2017 Caroline Gerardo 

Sunday, June 11, 2017

Dovey Dee Reverence for White


Hold nature in your hands
Cup fingers to allow light.
White hot sky and lands
Cerulean memory at night.

Trekked to see an old friend's work,  Dovey Dee's art delivers her lifelong passion for landscape. The paintings seem covered in mist and sand from being too close to the sky, but no they are dry. 

Returning to Pomona was a pleasant surprise. I once owned a building on Holt (it had ghosts but that's another story).  The town has a lively Arts Community with live music, food vendors, many crafts and booths. I wandered for an hour and kept the joy of Dovey's work in my heart all night. 

Reverence for whites in nature. 







Swans perhaps my favorite image of her show


Da Gallery 252 S Main St # D, Pomona, CA 



Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Abandon Divorce

Abandon Divorce with Joy Poem

Attorney fee eats cash in bank 
Cheaters take each dime
Exercise, yourself to thank 
Friends  reveal  in time.

Meaningful seeds in photographs
Sea salt upon white wedding dishes
Anger wasted on pews of collapse
Crummy dad ignores child's wishes.

Fill this empty church with joy
Muscles of your heart endure
Plan future of turmeric coin alloy
Freedom ahead photons the cure.

Caroline Gerardo 5/ 30/ 2017 
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Monday, May 1, 2017

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Bayou T shirt

Bayou T shirt

I stole your t shirt
Search the crossroads
Smell ashes and dirt 
memory causes hurt

Never giving it back
Never looking back
Never givin it back

I'm wearing blues
Not sad - singing again
Nylon bags of booze
Set sail the Bayou

Never givin it back

Poem and images copyright 4/25/2017 Caroline Gerardo

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Monday, April 17, 2017

Fog

Touch the mountain top 
tell no secrets of your past
today name your star.


Haiku
Caroline Gerardo
copyright April 17, 2017

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Hike Uphill


Hike
up hill
hand makes
easy sing as we
climb my son soar like
a golden eagle with the lyrics 
life's steps makes legs strong
soon you'll carry me



Poem and image copyright Caroline Gerardo 3/22/2017
I hope all UC college students success in their finals!

Thursday, March 9, 2017

Stolen Sonnet



Stolen 

Chicken wires cannot stop
Coyote pays gold unknown
Ship daughter from hilltop
Cash me outside not grown 

Gangs pull pony tail braid
Girl taste passion fruit pink
Cut open inside cactus jade
Glue neon head lamp blink
 
Women huddle in cubicles
Winter hearts rub crackle
Lips swell, share the fables
Wet earthquake tabernacle

Mission bells bleed dread
Maybe white lady spooks
Say you tremble to read
Stolen Art History books

 Care for Etruscan fresco
Curse a Japanese Shinto
Gago never paid Jeanbeau
Catalog the melts in snow
 
Spies get off with grace
Still hands off grid lace
Ha originals wait in place
Scoundrel pinot noir face

Deportation of Dad
Black talent canvad
Dumb ones to be had
Drag eyes to road bad

Copyright Caroline Gerardo 3/9/2017
images and poem


Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Lost Walt Whitman Novella

Want to share link with you to read the found (after 165 years)
Novella by Walt Whitman

total content here:
http://ir.uiowa.edu/cgi/viewcontent.cgi?article=2251&context=wwqr/ 

You can order print version from the University of Iowa Press
Thank you Zachary Turpin

Excerpt:
"I know few more melancholy sights than these old men present, whom you see here and there about New York; apparently without chick or child, very poor, their lips caved in upon toothless gums, dressed in seedy and greasy clothes, and ending their lives on that just debatable ground between honorable starvation and the poor house. Old Wigglesworth had been well off once. The key to his losses, and his old age of penury, was nothing more nor less than intemperance. He did not get drunk, out and out, but he was never perfectly sober. Covert now employed him at a salary of four dollars a week. Nathaniel, before-mentioned, was a small boy with a boundless ambition; the uttermost end and aim of which was that he might one day drive a fast horse of his own on Third avenue. In the mean time [sic], he smoked cheap cigars, cultivated with tenderness upon his temples, his bright brown hair, in that form denominated “soap-lock,” and swept out the office and ran the errands; occasionally stopping to settle a dispute by tongue or fist. For Nathanie l [sic] was brave, and had a constitutional tendency to thrust his own opinions upon other people by force if necessary. Freed from the presence of the two, Mr. Covert sat meditating and writing alternately; until he had finished a letter, on which he evidently bestowed considerable pains.—He then folded, enveloped, sealed it, and locked it his desk. A tap at the door. “Come in.” Two persons enter. One is a hearty middle-aged man,
"I know few more melancholy sights than these old men present, whom you see here and there about New York; apparently without chick or child, very poor, their lips caved in upon toothless gums, dressed in seedy and greasy clothes, and ending their lives on that just debatable ground between honorable starvation and the poor house. Old Wigglesworth had been well off once. The key to his losses, and his old age of penury, was nothing more nor less than intemperance. He did not get drunk, out and out, but he was never perfectly sober. Covert now employed him at a salary of four dollars a week. Nathaniel, before-mentioned, was a small boy with a boundless ambition; the uttermost end and aim of which was that he might one day drive a fast horse of his own on Third avenue. In the mean time [sic], he smoked cheap cigars, cultivated with tenderness upon his temples, his bright brown hair, in that form denominated “soap-lock,” and swept out the office and ran the errands; occasionally stopping to settle a dispute by tongue or fist. For Nathanie l [sic] was brave, and had a constitutional tendency to thrust his own opinions upon other people by force if necessary. Freed from the presence of the two, Mr. Covert sat meditating and writing alternately; until he had finished a letter, on which he evidently bestowed considerable pains.—He then folded, enveloped, sealed it, and locked it his desk. A tap at the door. “Come in.”

Monday, February 20, 2017

California National

National Park

Weather breathes
Nature delivers
what she feels
Storm rivers

California whim
State of change.
 Drought to brim 
I'm free range.

Shooting stars
seen in spring
second memoirs
sing on wing
shooting stars dodecatheon clevelandi





Caroline Gerardo Copyrights reserved for poetry, photographs and video 2/20/2017 

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Overcome

Burned Pine by Caroline Gerardo

Use the ability to get up tomorrow 
and stand against the wind. 
Though the veins in your
arms throb from holding on, 
pick up someone else along the way. 
In your roots find nutrients 
needed to overcome. 
On weary days, 
I have your back my friends.

Regroup and Overcome.

Love,

C G
2/15/2017 copyright

Sunday, February 5, 2017

Grow


Grow My Son

Built strong house
Built raised beds
Built joyful life
But babies grow
go

Name Steve crows
at five months
 a teenager
Runty and persecuted
chick became a house pet.
Gradually re-introduced
to the flock, by night
black hoody ski mask

no children? 
lost dog or a cat?
heart like that?

 Husband barred me
from the door while 
baby cried 
read psyho babble
tough love book of 
bubbling spring sleep,
but pain's a watershed

Dialed 911 in days 
when people had home
phones, husband ripped
the cord from the wall

Stinking cry baby
escaped that man
Divorce doesn't end.

Name Steve is number 901
of miscarriages, children,
and adopted pets.

Morning free
range time and coffee. 
Call Name Steve to snuggle. 
He ignores.
Turns his back.
"Act like you don't know me lady,
 I'm deep under cover."

Yes, I recall, Pick me up from
school Mom, down the street

Pussy willows for sale
Goat sallow in spring
Plant echinacea 
under forsythia
golden health
Bloom my son 
find your joy
Miss you
Love Mom

Copyright Caroline Gerardo 2/5/2016 all photographs and poetry rights reserved









Sunday, January 29, 2017

Porthole




Porthole 

Scream silk burlap 
pee smokey smell
jump another log 
bull horn over swell.

Drug rave monsters
without pure marrow
are cauldron condors
who darken the sky.

Wings block light
thunder earthquakes
shock therapy blight, 
propaganda news fakes.

Touch electric wires
charges connect
killing the last
few that are left.

Build a fire 
 jewel hope heat  
frost from pyre,
hold friends close.

Under down comforter
we are immigrants.
raven sound trumpeter
Muslim, Jew, Protestants.

Sulfur pots of rust
stolen geyser promises
speak out you must
algae grows in silence. 



Porthole window open for firing cannons, to admit light, and air.

Copyright 1/29/2017 Caroline Gerardo



Friday, January 20, 2017

What is Citizenship?

On Inauguration Day

What Is Citizenship?


Right to vote
Responsible to care
Risk to wrote
React to beware

Ready to give
Raise to defend
Race to live
Realize to end

Read to children
Reach to mentor
Recommend to amend
Resist to anger


This Inauguration Day I'm hopeful, ready and here.



I march for the women in my life.
May you have opportunity, health care, and options
to grow in this great country The United States of America.
Womens' March #womensmarch
I march because my daughter must carry mace in her purse because we live in an unsafe country. In America women who are raped are questioned about what they drank or what they wore. I march because although I began in 1988 working in job that was only men and I mentored other women and pulled them up, I know it's not enough. Corporate hierarchy is still 99% men. Men are paid more than women. Men are going to take away the only inexpensive health care for millions of women, claiming that Planned Parenthood is all about abortion, but costs for this are 3% of their budget. Women who can't afford pap smears, cancer checks and birth control will go without. All insurance costs go up, this is from out medical and pharmaceutical companies.
I attended a Women's College. I was an athlete in undergraduate school before Title Nine and worked out with the men's team. I'm old now but I experience cat calls. I march because I believe in God and country. I march because prejudice in America is real. Though my hair is blonde, I'm a minority in a white man's world. I march to call you out when facts are untrue. Don't take away my rights. I'm not against anyone. I march for constitution, the Presidency, and to hold you to the law.



Rain at home

Oak tree at home