Art, Poetry, books, novels

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

video



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

Sunday, January 15, 2017

Black and White Lining Up


Black and white baby calves with their Mom-mas.
Three day weekend for projects.
Cross off the accomplishments on your list.

Weeded hillside and planted five pounds of sunflowers.
Italian White, Lemon Queen and Red Sun reach up to
touch the Wolf Moon the other night.
Rain helped in the work, making the soil let go tap root filagree,
bristly mallow and bermuda buttercups. My hands ache. I like the
cheerful yellow buttercups but they are toxic to livestock. This
reminds me of outlet covers, baby proof dishwasher and cutting grapes
in halves. Caring is habit, makes me happy.

One of the Polish chickens, Red McRib recovered from "self poisoning."
She persists in eating succulents until drunk. I removed the plants; but,
she obsess on other dangers. Naughty teenager.
Update: tried a tiny pony tail on her to test if lack of eyesight is the
source of her crazy behavior.
Here's a pic:


Last weekend her party endeavors left
her shaking and blurred vision. Red black and gold
feathers scattering everywhere in a dervish.
She spent the week in the screened porch.
Isolation is hard on chickens.
I set up a soft box inside a huge plastic bin, and forced her to drink water and eat every two hours. Red's back with the crew, but not back to normal.
More skiddish and crazy yelling than before, sigh.

Below is a Kiger Mustang stallion. He visited a neighbor and is on his way
to Utah. These majestic horses are amazing.  He nods his head, yes.

I asked Dave Malone to edit the Climate Change novel, I'm still playing
with titles. Okay leave me a comment: Vote - 1. Climate Change
2. The Great Drought 3. you make it up the story is about a woman
prepper in the future when water is drastically scarce.

Began the next long form novel, and booked a studio for
the Audio book. The year ahead I have my plans written down. News
media has distracted us all. I'm reading everything, mistrusting main
stream media- frankly all print propaganda. Stay positive. Keep your
eyes open. Be extra kind to others. Big hugs to you all.

Anyone else going to Washington DC? Intercontinental Hotel Friday
night, I will join the Women's March at 10:00 AM bundled in a black
long faux shearling topshop coat and red white and blue scarf, willing
to help ...



Copyright 1/15/2017 Caroline Gerardo

Saturday, January 14, 2017

Love Past


Photo of You Looking Frail


Days blur
saw a photo peeking
frame frail skin dull same
saw  hunch walking
game google search name
saw posture fleeting

Memory fur
pick fuzz balls
man once now sand
pick bird calls
band lines the land
pick your falls

Past stir
heal all pain
shove aside love
heal us sane
dove cares above
heal core obtain

Copyright 1/14/17 Caroline Gerardo poem and photographs

Thursday, January 12, 2017

Light Your Soul


Sky grey:  
sun in your heart.

Rabbi Saul not thrown from a horse
Midday prayer en route to Damascus
Blast of light calls to believe in Christ

My car:
flashlights, baseball bat, pump jack,
shotgun, stock man's rain slicker, 
scooby snacks and mani jewel hope.

Your trunk:

Altoids, gym bag, space blanket, 

firefly flares and water bottles.

Danger ahead:
Bokii and Barchenko
mesh Buddhism communism.
Faith keeps lips from drink.

Himmer and Hess
sought Shambhala.
Fear stops press from speak.


Nightmare fears of the day:
teeth fall out chewing gum
chased by wild gendarmes
palm oil Nutella is poison.

Throw off orange jumpsuit
Cease texting while driving
limestone cave cannot save
Slap attorney seeks to ruin. 

Be ready:
hand to the suffering

Be pure:
reach again to connect 

Saul became Paul
devout and caring

Light in your soul


Copyright 1/12/2017 Caroline Gerardo



Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Homeless Moon



Homeless Moon Poem

New moon pulls seeds burst

Son huddles under 
blue plastic tarp, 
calls it a condo.
Teach him to watch clouds,
hovering over sea is trouble.
Cash acts a backpack pillow?

New moon pulls seeds burst

 Gold fall and 
green Faiche Stiabhna,
whisper its name
Tell him to write the recipe
hiding in a concrete crip.
Was the message hidden? 

New moon pulls seeds burst

Passerby ignore homeless
brown under nails,
smell like porta-potty
Speak mentor of roots,
a silky sound dulcimer.
Can you find empathy?

Crystal ball's blind 
if he gets off the street. 
Phases of moon encourage
a child to grow and flourish. 
He's seven. 
Dark blots the light.


Caroline Gerardo copyright 1/1o/2017 

Saturday, January 7, 2017

Speckled Stars

Rain brings challenges
Drought took hundred year old oaks in low lands.

Weed starves meadowpads
Mallow taproot gets her claws deep in the compost.

Steer avoid Russianthistle
Windwitch (tumbleweed) bakes in ricotta cheesecake.

Hand pain farming
Rose wax, jojoba, calendula ease cracking skin.

Planets dodge meteors
Filaree throws her seeds unwanted under stones.

Bones recall youthdew
Burclover, pigweed, flea bane of the past.

Breathe treasure oxygen
Prickle molecules of ancient lungs teach gardening.

Text message milkyway
Acronyms jumble instead be here holding me. 

Speckled Stars Poem

Caroline Gerardo 1/7/2016 
Copyright all rights reserved images and poetry are mine

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Tuesday, January 3, 2017

Rise Up


Rise up


Bones of the day
sleepless, no finger in dike 
rain returns they say
night fears bow childlike

Rise up 

morning requires work
scoop the poop
count weight as a clerk
no regime coop

Rise up

New Year awaits
face the regime 
iron prison gates
sing of dreams

Rise up

sing loud, wave fist
don't let them take
all that you kissed
let them eat cake.

Caroline Gerardo 1/2/2017 All Copyrights Reserved


Monday, January 2, 2017

Meteor Shower Tonight

NEW YEARS Fireworks from Shattered Comet


Aeschyus' first tragedy
conkers fall from the sky
wasn't a Persian war
opening with crossbar

Quadrantid meteors 
are ancient anchors
Astronomers missed 
reveal dawn's mist

twilight tomorrow 
plasma gives bravo
north east ascend
warm with a friend

Pomegranate splay
dawn becomes day
touch the stars
fireflies in jars. 

1400 GMT on Tuesday, Jan. 3; that corresponds to 9 a.m. Eastern Time, 6 a.m. Pacific Time.  Get up early or stay up all night. I'm excited, where I live has no ambient light.
Early the break of dawn, the radiant of this shower — the spot from which the meteors appear to emanate — will be ascending the dark northeastern sky.  
meteor shower tonight - give or take a few hours around 5 AM 
Caroline Gerardo copyright January 2, 2016