Water Haiku

Water nourishes ~her soul is the best teacher ~ flow with the changes.

#haiku

Caroline Gerardo copyright 4/26/2018

PoemADay

Rescue the Chick

a little poem for the rescued chick

A Poem a Day

National Poetry Month

It is a myth that birds smell our fingers.

Chickens can't sense Carolina Reapers.

Menagerie of rescue pets   lingers,

Turtles, frogs, & pygmy goats are keepers.

Every time  my daughter calls out for help

The dogs know to share room and never yelp. 

Caroline Gerardo copyright April 2018

Black Sheep Poem

"We're poor little lambs who've lost our way,

    Baa! Baa! Baa!

We're little black sheep who've gone astray,

    Baa—aa—aa!

Gentlemen-rankers out on the spree,

Damned from here to Eternity,

God ha' mercy on such as we,

    Baa! Yah! Bah! "
(Kipling was talking about a shamed by a scandal
young man who enlisted as common soldier to hide
from society when he qualified as an officer.)


Innocents die.
We carry protest signs,
We enroll in "kindness training"
We take days for racial fairness class.
We offer thoughts and prayers as wine.


Public High School is a place where children are parked.
They are bullied by huge jocks and popular mean kids.
They are taught that only the college bound survive.
They wait in line; but, the system fails to change.
They play on their phone, the internet is all.
They wear the same jeans, shoes, t-shirts.
They conform, dye their hair to match.
They don't step on cracks, in fear.
They practice duck, hide, run.
They don't build houses.
They don't produce.
They don't plan.
They exist.

They are technicolor centers of the kaleidoscope where movie stars are heroes
They believe they will last as a crystal never breaking or fading or falling
They are earth to become seed and dust for poppies on the road side


Does the black sheep have wool to sell?
We are not creating a kinder world.
We must produce change.

Caroline Gerardo A Poem A Day National Poetry Month
copyright April 23, 2018

Boys Poem

Baby Boys Who Swim Great Poem

Friend of mine's oldest son is "on the spectrum."

Teacher sent him to the Principal's office for play 

shooting with his fingers on carpet circle time.

Friend of mine's younger son has leukemia. 

He is doing extra chemotherapy because they

can't kill all the bad cells in the first rounds.

Friend of mine's oldest son dropped out of Stanford

this Quarter because of his video gaming addition, 

to come home and push grocery carts at Ralphs.

Friend of mine's younger son has ADD and drug

additions which keep him depressed in bed 

they want to send him to a camp in Utah.

Friend of mine's oldest son was arrested 

the police pulled the door off his car and broke

his nose, but found nothing in his possession.

Friends of mine on Facebook seem to have 

Achilles without a fatal flaw, Babe Ruth,

and Michael Phelps as their baby boys.

Caroline Gerardo copyright April 20, 2018 PoemADay 

Part of my poem a day for National Poetry

Wren Poem

Wren on roof

Calls to sea

Come home

Come back

Return to me.

Copyright Caroline Gerardo April 17,2018