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Jammin in the Street
Alameda Island Poets
Thursday, 14 October 2010
Summer Site Write Towne Centre 2010
Mood:  hungry
Topic: Jammin in the Street

Food for Thought

Just when I think,

"All is lost!

We have lost sight of Mother Earth;

Plundered her resources,

Bled her dry,

We have lost our way

And can never get back!"

I stumble upon the Alameda

Farmers' Market:

Music, blue sky, blue and white tents,

Blueberries, nectarines, peaches,

Red onions, yukon gold potatoes,

Broccili, red beets.

Vendors who know

How their crops were grown.

Customers on foot

With expectant faces.

I take a breath

My face softens.

"Perhaps all is not lost,"

I think.

The girl from the organic stand

Wears a T-shirt that says it all:

"Beet the system."

 

copyright by Cathy Dana, 2010

 

Sighting the Poet at WesCafe

 

Most of all a poet, rounding

over your blackberry, searching

the right word, texting

friends, telegraphing

exploding images

in bass and treble clefs.

 

While coffee turns cool

in your white ceramic cup,

your true best self

from inner heat emerges

as you play your word concertos

to a distant audience.

Those phrasings chink

your smooth smiling,

fine line your polished

marble presentations,

soften your mouth's corners,

the suspicions of our hearts,

listening for the rest notes in the piece,

the halting word, (even if

there are only three),

the stumble of the man

yet to understand the boy

(but wanting to), who knows this man,

beams out in firefly moments,

proud of his flight from the bumblebees.

 

 

Copyright 2010 by Mary Loughran

 

1981

 

Just one quarter to play my favorite game

I rummage deep within my pockets

there must be a quarter there

trying to feel it out amongst pennies, nickels and dimes

Just one quarter

Just one quarter, to play my favorite game

Black Knight or

Wizard or

Xenon

Back then there were no deals

$.75 per game or 3 games for $2.

just one quarter for just one game

unless you were good enough

and made the points

unless you were lucky enough

and got a match

And there it was, my last quarter

deep within my pocket

I pull it out as I make my way

Keeping it tight in my hand

Straight past those other games

Pacman

Centipede

Asteroids

Those games will never do

Because with my last quarter

I'm playing my favorite game

Copyright by Catherine Murty

 

Real Food

Move over, Safeway---

Farmers' Market's come to town!

Real Food soothes, sings, soars.

 

Copyright by Cathy Dana, 2010

 

 

The spring compresses,

Storing it's release until

Commanded to fire.

Rising against the will & law

Of gravity, the first

Player enter the arena.

Under a barrage of thumpers,

Knocking down a row of

Cheap soldiers, the player

Careens off a diversion,

Through cacophony of

Bells & bars, descends

Into the night. M.S.

"Pinball is Rock and Roll"

 

Lights flashing

Buzzers buzzing

Bumpers bumping

Fast then slow

Arcing

Rebound

Defying

Physics and gravity

Yet intrinsically

Subject to the

Universal laws of life

The more you get

The easier it is to get more

Yet still the

Element of randomosity

Is the shiva of the game.

 

Bow Wow

Doggie Diner's pointed snout

Pointing out from off the corner

Compete in quality, very nice

 

Vanquished by the cheapy price

Leaving quality mourners..

 

– Webster Street

copyright 2010 Kenneth Peterson

 

The Elders Inn, Our Saving Grace

When he turned sixty,

Trying not to let his wicked smile show,

My dad gleefully announced his new life goal:

"I want to be a curmudgeon when I grow up," he said.

But he failed.

His curmudgeonly skills never fully matured;

Everyone at the Elders Inn loved him:

The residents, the aides, the nurse, the administrator.

Everyone.

 

At eighty, before his big heart attack,

My dad lived in Southern Cal, alone, independent---

"My carefree, happy bachelor days," he said,

Trying not to let his wicked smile show.

After the hospital stabilized his heart and discharged him,

We drove him four hundred miles north, to Alameda.

He didn't think he'd live long. We didn't either,

So Hospice came to the rescue, but everyone's jaw

dropped

When he became a Hospice graduate. Everyone's jaw.

So we had to find a new home for him.

He refused to be a burden;

"Do not take me into your home," he insisted,

And I knew he meant it.

So we began to look, and our spirits sagged

As did our backs, hefting his wheelchair

In and out the trunk of our car,

Checking out potential new homes,

Time after time shaking our heads "no."

Finally, finally, finally we found the perfect place,

The Elders Inn, our saving grace.

Copyright by Cathy Dana, 2010

My Dad Had a Wicked Sense of Humor

Everyone at the Elders Inn knew that my dad, Lang Dana,

Had a wicked sense of humor.

The young Philippine aide knew, as she administered his

meds.

"Mr. Dana!" she said, giggling away.

The residents knew he had a wicked sense of humor.

Bertha, ninety-one, beamed as she told

Her favorite story over and over.

"Lang's arms were all bruised," she explained,

"So I asked him, 'Lang, what happened?'

And he looked me right in the eye

And said, 'Well, I fell down.

Then I looked in the mirror

And I wasn't satisfied,

So I fell down again.'"

Bertha shook her head in disbelief,

"That Mr. Dana!" she said, giggling away.

His family knew he had a wicked sense of humor.

When I came to visit,

He showed me his hurt shoulder.

"The comforter on my bed has it in for me,"

He confided, leaning forward conspiratorily.

"Last night while I was fast asleep

My comforter grabbed me by the foot,

Yanked me out of bed,

And threw me down on the floor.

My comforter has it in for me."

"Oh Dad!" I said, giggling away.

Everyone at the Elders Inn knew my dad had

a wicked sense of humor.

Copyright by Cathy Dana, 2010

Fortune Cookies, Friends, and Favorites

Chamomile lemon tea is my choice,

With honey, of course.

I sit, I sip,

Pausing in an otherwise

Furiously busy day. Again.

Here in WesCafe

I find refuge from the world's demands,

From my own demands of myself.

In these times of corporations,

Big business, and chains

It is refreshing, heart-warming

To find this homey, home-grown cafe

Created by Monica and Miguel

Out of passion and dreams and elbow grease.

Love, warmth, and wisdom pour out from the cafe wall

Where hand-painted words proclaim truths---

"A calm sea never made a skilled mariner"

Catches my eye and gets my head bobbing up and down.

Miguel tells me Monica and their daughter

Hand-painted the sayings, which cover the entire wall.

I ask Monica, who I am meeting for the first time,

"Where did you get those sayings on the wall?"

She laughs. "From fortune cookies, friends, and

favorites," she says.

"Oh! You just gave me the title of my poem!" I say.

Copyright by Cathy Dana, 2010

GOING NOTICED

I go noticed on Webster Street by a great many people;

Precisely, my dog and I go noticed there-

To be even more precise, the harness on her back

Causes the three of us to get paid attention to.

Their presence means the absence of some eyesight on my part.

It also means the presence of many acts of kindness.

Like my accoutrements and me,

They all go noticed.

A voice emerges from a waiting car

Informing me of my ability to cross the street at Santa Clara

.

Other, more visible good Samaritans

Hold open doors or give warning

When construction cones are sprouting from the

broken sidewalk next to the veterinary clinic.

Even the neighborhood drunk is solicitous.

He appears periodically

To ask me if I am all right,

And, once, even to supervise my safety

While I was curbing the dog just beyond the local pub.

The only payment he extracts from me

Is my acknowledgement of him.

"Don't say 'Hi, R---!'" He shouts from the pavement

Beside the now-closed restaurant on the corner,

On a dun-colored morning

Or a harried afternoon.

Naturally I respond as he wishes, with "Hey, R---!" –

His kingly name a demand for attention in and of itself.

I once even heard him tell a companion at the curb in front of my

house

(after the customary transaction was completed)

That he wished that he could give me his eyes.

He, who was often unseen

Was more than willing to go unseeing

For my sake.

I ponder the meaning of invisibility

And blindness

As my dog and I cross Central Avenue and sojourn up Webster

Street,

Past the bar, and the post office, and all the rest of the stores,

Some of which I know, some of which I don't,

 

And arrive at the bus stop, still pondering.

I was ruminating so hard that I almost missed the bus,

But the driver wouldn't let me because she had noticed me.

I am humbled by R---;

All he wants is to go noticed by me,

And has no fear of helping out with the task.

He, who may or may not be Elijah, or Jesus,

Or some fallen angel,

But is far more than what he appears to be

On the sidewalks around Webster Street.

Copyright by Alysa Chadow

 

Silver ball shiny, roundy.

Come near my flip, I smack you soundly.

Bounce off the rubber,

then hit the post.

 

Give me points

 

So I can boast. M.S.

CROLL'S

The Croll Building, on the corner of Webster St. and Central

Ave.,

was the site of Croll's Gardens and Hotel.

Today a beautifully preserved building.

Allowing my mind to drift back through time:

Famous for training great fighters of boxing history.

Sailing ships from Alaska bringing fish to be canned.

The Transcontinental railroad ending,

passed Croll's on it's way to the Mole and Ferry to San

Francisco.

Alameda became an island, Bay Farm Island became a

peninsula

Local steam commuter lines of the Southern Pacific,

later transformed into the East Bay Electric Lines.

Not streetcars, but full-sized railroad cars which connected

to the mainland by bridges at Webster Street and Fruitvale.

Across the street from Croll's - - - Neptune Beach

Unique American snow cone and the popsicle first sold here.

The Kewpie doll, the original prize for winning games at the

beach

Two Olympic-size swimming pools and an exceptional roller

coaster,

hand-carved carousel, the Ferris wheel, roller coaster and

other rides.

The Cottage Baths were available for rent.

Webster Street home of Skippy Peanut Butter.

Jack London known to take part in oyster pirating.

Pan American Airways established a seaplane port,

the original home base for the famous China Clipper.

The world's first-ever containerized shipping crane was used.

Alameda is a "Coast Guard City."

Alameda's industrial and ship building industries thrived.

The advent of World War II, the Naval Air Station was

established.

Now home of the Hornet.

 

Copyright by: Peter E. Sandholdt

 

FARMERS' MARKET

 

On Tuesdays Webster Street becomes alive.

Parking at a premium, people hustling everywhere.

The Farmers' Market is open.

Entering the market you are met with a gorgeous array of

flowers

Both potted and cut.

Then a large variety of fruit and vegetable stands.

To the left of the vendors are tables set up with people

giving you

great information.

One table is manned by a couple of Master Gardeners,

that will answer any and all your questions about

gardening.

Beside the marvelous selection of fruits and vegetables

are vendors,

selling a great assortment,

chickens cooking on a rotisserie,

others selling Mexican food, Italian food,

pastry from around the world,

all freshly made and cooked locally.

One warning - - - do not go shopping hungry.

Between the fragrance of the flowers,

the aroma of the fresh fruit and veggies,

mixed with the odor of the tantalizing food.

Your nose is treated.

Your saliva flows.

The desire to taste everything.

Like a feast set before a king.

Copyright by: Peter E. Sandholdt

My treat at Yokohama Japanese Restaurant

The Yokohama Restaurant is so close to home

While living at the West End

It so convenient to enjoy

My favorite "sukiyaki"

Just say "sukiyaki to go"

No fuss, No dishes to wash,

Just be pampered

And be treated

By these family-styled

Restaurant Owners.

Copyright by Amy B. Estrada

 

Nations Coffee Shop

 

Satisfying my

Hunger and thirst – and offers

Sweet treat – apple pie.

CALAFIA

Authentic, gourmet

South of the border cooking

My Webster hangout.

 

YUMMI YOGURT

MY COMFORT FOOD, AND

MY HEALTHY SMOOTHIE STATION

YOU'LL LOVE IT ALSO.

I REMEMBER

 

MY OLD BLOCKBUSTER

THE ENTERTAINMENT CENTER--

WEST ALAMEDA.

Special East Ocean Restaurant

Always Prime choice of

St. Barnabas Social club

Gourmet food, Grand Place.

Copyright by Amy B. Estrada

 

Farmer's Market Haiku Poems

July 2010

Green tea ice cream, ah! Here's India Foods,

Just what I need – sunny day and more – around the world tastes,

at Farmers' Market. at Farmer's Market

Mary Rudge Mary Rudge

Lemon tree green green

Lemon flower fragrant scene

Lemon yum fish dish

A.M. Fonda

So many bright fruits!

Mix and match – one pound, one dollar

How much can I carry

Wanda Ingmire

PEANUT

Compact to live in a shell

Two peas to a pod

Cozy full of life

Nina Serrano

 

Summer Site Write 2010

Webster Street Poems

 

Chadow, Alysa GOING NOTICED

Dana, Cathy My Dad Had a Wicked Sense of Humor

The Elders Inn, Our Saving Grace

Food for Thought

Fortune Cookies, Friends, and Favorites

Real Food

Estrada, Amy B. My treat at Yokohama Japanese Restaurant

Haiku, various

Fonda, A.M. Webster P. Nut Jamboree

Holder, Zoe Webster Street Memories

Loughran, Mary Sighting the Poet at WesCafe

Murphy, Garrett WHAT A NOT SO TANGLED WEBSTER WEAVES...

Murty, Catherine 1981

Peterson, Ken Art Glass

Banking on the Street

Nations

Ninety Nine

Pin Ball

Providence

Haiku, various

Rudge, Mary AT NATION'S

THE NEW WORLD OF WEBSTER STREET

ON WEBSTER STREET, INTERNATIONALLY EAT

 

Sandholdt, Peter E. ALBERT'S

CROLL'S

FARMERS' MARKET

M.S. Untitled

Untitled

Anonymous "Over Time"

Anonymous "Pinball is Rock and Roll"

Farmer's Market Haiku Poems

July 2010

 

Fonda, A.M.

Ingmire, Wanda

Rudge, Mary

Serrano, Nina PEANUT


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Thursday, 30 September 2010
Summer Site Write Park Street 2010
Mood:  energetic
Now Playing: Park Street Poems
Topic: Jammin in the Street

From Park Ave. to Park St. 'n Back 

I loved Alameda – a little city on the Bay My two sisters married sailors 'n then they moved away

A man born 'n raised in Oakland – was the one who stole my heart

Then 23 yrs. later was when we two would part

It was in the 90's, a "Fallen Angel" I became

It was when I knew my life – would never be the same

Park St. – Alameda, was where I first hung-out

Buckhorn – on the corner, is what I'm talkin' 'bout

I went to hear the music – I wasn't one to drink

But when you're hangin' out at Bars, well – what is one to think

I stayed to listen to the music – especially when there's Blues

'N everyone that knows me, knows that that's not news

The I'd go down to The Driftwood to see what band was there

If it wasn't Blues, well – I really didn't care

Besides, it was only two doors down – not too far to walk

Some people there to "pick-up" (hey) 'n some were there to talk...

"J.P's" in Alameda, on Park St. – at the end

'N there they played some Classic Rock; was there I met a friend

That was 1997, it's now 2010

It brought me back to Park St. – where I'll reminisce again...

I'll make new memories along the way 'n people may read what I have

to write

Or, maybe they'll listen – if I choose to recite

For me, it's harder to speak than it is jus' to write

I know it takes practice – at least that's what I think

But I've been inspired by two guys at Books, Inc.

"Ben and Jerry" – like the ice-cream, I ask

You'll be a part of my Poem 'n in my memories to last...

 

copyright by: Arlene Melcher

 

 

Sun Kings and the "Summer of Love"

(performing after the Art & Wine Festival

July 25, 2010)

 

wearing my bright "flower power" jacket

i kind of stand out in the crowd

but not really

as the Sun Kings belt out "hey jude" by the beatles

i'm transported back to my youth in the 1960's.

taking the music in, I have flashbacks of bell-bottoms, the vietnam war,

fringed suede jackets, demonstrations, long hair, psychedelic art,

riots, mini-skirts---

i begin to open my eyes and notice the bigger crowd in park street

are waving their hands in unison to the song

appearing first in slow motion and then at times in

strobe-light fashion in my mind.

some wearing tye-dye shirts and denims, flashing peace signs.

to my right beatles memorabilia is for sale, i'm tempted to

get one for a souvenir.

to my left, on the stage, "come together" is playing and everyone's

joined in.

the Sun Kings are once again my favorite group--

if i close my eyes

it's the "summer of love" all over again

...almost.

Copyright by L. Costales

 

"Around the World" in Park Street

Where shall we travel tonight for dinner?

There's C'era Una Volta ("Once upon a time") where I can dream

of Tuscany, being served seafood pasta outside a villa

while admiring Italian vineyards and landscapes...

But then again, if we eat at Barceluna I can visualize Spain and

visiting their fine museums, seeing a bull fight, be mesmerized

with the flamenco dancers as I have tapas on the patio...

At Kobe-ya, a more casual environment will have me thinking of

ordering udon from a Japanese street vendor as

I enjoy my udon noodle soup...

Eating a plate lunch at Hawaiian Drive-Inn makes me lonesome for the

North Shore of Oahu, as I get some roadside shaved-ice on a

summer's eve to cool me off (after a day on the beach watching surfers

ride the waves)...

Then there's Speisekammer---Oktoberfest and wonderful German beers

dance around in my head...

Sitting atop China House I can imagine eating at Old Shanghai

overlooking a river and the beautiful city lights at night in the 1930's...

And did I overhear someone say a new Persian restaurant (Kabob

Central)

just opened up? Thoughts of Rumi's poetry float along in my mind---

We'll plan on visiting soon...

Many travel opportunities, while dining, await you in Park St. Alameda

and you don't even need a passport!

Copyright by L. Costales

THE ROLE OF LIGHT

I have no distaste for the places that I go;

All are deserving of me.

Don't even ask me what my favorite conduits

are;

Windows and meadows and the narrowest of

alley ways will all do nicely.

I am here to help, not opinionate.

So if a particular patch of sidewalk on Park

Street seems especially beautiful to you,

Or the chubby statues festooning the shops are

even more comical than ever,

Or the blues and golds of summer-colored

people promenading their way from one end

of the street to the other are bluer and golder,

Don't blame me;

And if the shade of the outdoor cafe is the

most beloved of spots for watching me turn the

skins of trundling cars to matte or satin,

Don't you ever think of crediting me.

It's your judgment, not mine.

Copyright by Alysa Chadow

 

Park Street Time Check

Standing on solid ground, Lincoln and Park Streets in Alameda town

Seeing sun rising over coastal hills, something gives

me goose pimples, sometimes gives me chills

At the Caldecott another tunnel is being bored

Unearthed fossils are showing up by the score

Mammoth remains, tigers, camels, giant sloth

All kinds of creatures, who would have ever thought

Fossils so near, ten million years old, and me thinking

In old times Park Street was farmland where oat

was sown and rolled.

I look South East along Oakland hills ridges where

Merritt College stands

How about origins of paved surface Park Street lands

Near Merritt's Football field rocks are serpentine

Softer, crumblier than sandstone, black, tan and green

Same elevation as the tunnel, yet serpentine forms

near subduction zones

Under heat and pressure not like bottomland loam

Serpentine rock carbon dates I've been told,

Two hundred million plus one or two years old.

Sixty miles underground then, now on a hilltop

slowly, snaking around

Basking in sunlight as rocks will; on Park Street time

checks them standing still.

Copyright by A.M. Fonda

 

 

PARK STREET PIER SONG (The Call of the Sea)

The call of the sea, is taking you away from me

The saddest, longest day, hoist the anchor, castaway.

The offshore wind blows, the distance between us grows.

A hearth ache in my soul knows bothering me is

The call of the sea.

Red sky in the morning, sailor heed warning

Red sky at night, a sailor's delight, everything will be all right.

I sail with the tide, out of the bay into the Oceanside

North Star my companion guide leading me to

The call of the sea.

I'm sailing the ocean blue, soon I'll be coming home to you,

I know you'll be waiting for me, I hear your voice in

The call of the sea.

copyright by A.M. Fonda

 

Park St. Predicament

Choose my fav place here on Park Street?

Alack! Alack! Oh my, oy vey!

Do I pick my beloved Books Inc.,

or Starbucks where they make my latte?

And what about dear Dogbone Alley,

or Daisys or Bowser's or Sway?

Not to mention Scott's Shoes

where they're patient while I

shop all day !

And how do I not vote for Tucker's,

with their terrifically tasty ice cream?

The long lines at night are powerful proof

that their scoops are the stuff of our dreams!

But what about Alameda Bikes,

where they sell the best fixies and trikes.

Or Toy Safari from whence

come the "yikes,"

from the overjoyed toddlers and tykes!

Linguini's is great,

Ching Hua is the best,

Oh how can I pick one

and make sad the rest?

Okay, I can do this,

I'll risk dirty looks,

and choose the one place

with all the best books,

the one that has wonderful

chapters and pages,

to tickle the fancies of

folks of all ages,

as a teacher and parent –

if I stop to think –

there's only one choice,

it must be Books, Inc.!

 

copyright by gene kahane

MARKETPLACE HAIKU

shining, silvery,

at Marketplace, fish treasure,

still eyes like jewels

copyright by Mary Rudge

Summer Site Write 2010

Park Street Poems

Butler, Janet After lunch

Horsepower

Musings in a coffee shop

Chadow, Alysa THE ROLE OF LIGHT

Costales, L. "Around the World" in Park Street

Obon Festival

October Park Street Car Show

Sun Kings and the "Summer of Love"

Costales, L. & Estrada, Amy B. A DAY IN PARK STREET

Dana, Cathy Give Your Mind a Drink

Julie's Tea

PARK STREET, TOP to BOTTOM

What IF...

Deetz, Nanette Bradley JULIE'S COFFEE AND TEA

LA PINATA

Fonda, A.M. PARK STREET PIER SONG

The Call of the Sea)

 

Park Street Time Check

Kahane, Gene Park St. Predicament

Lopez, Charles A. Sr. TURNER STUDIO OF MUSIC 1965-1967

McCloud, Karen WINDOW-SHOPPING DAY

Melcher, Arlene From Park Ave. to Park St. 'n Back

Murphy, Garrett DARLING WE LOVE YOU BUT GIVE US PARK

STREET INSTEAD

Rudge, Mary INNER CITY Haiku sequence

JAVARAMA Haiku

JAVARAMA SCENE

MARKETPLACE Haiku

PARK STREET Haiku sequence 1

PARK STREET Haiku sequence 2

PARK STREET STROLL Summer Haiku sequence

THE UNIVERSAL COFFEE SHOP

WATCHING ART STUDENTS MAKING A MOVIE

AT JAVARAMA

Sandholdt, Peter E. ALAMEDA MARKET PLACE

ART AND WINE FAIRE Park Street, Alameda

BOOK INC


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Monday, 27 September 2010
Webster Street Jam 2010
Mood:  party time!
Now Playing: Webster Street Jam
Topic: Jammin in the Street
Alameda Sunshine in the Air                   

So many healthy people at the fair

Belly dancers, entertainers, a few jolly clowns

Politician tables vote for this or that, smile frown

Social service booth, health care advocates                  

Arts, crafts, good food, hardly any belly aches

Friends meet friends outdoors, couples out on dates

 

Kids and parents, grandmas, grandpas,

 

 A few on roller skates                  

 Kindred spirits passing by some basking in the sun 

Wine and water, soda sales, relief for every one

Vibrant peaceful good times, even revelatory                  

Some enjoy it thoroughly, others make up a story

Relaxing in the shade or rolling on baby strollers  

Sitting on sidewalk smiling showing off the molars 

That's what's happening, how things go

Alameda Webster Street Jam Sunshine fresh air smiling faces, Alameda, I'm a fan

 

                                © A.M. Fonda                                         

 

Untitled …..                                     

You wouldn't know                            

The cryings                            

On my lonely journeys                              

You wouldn't know                            

The horizonless infinities                             

 But I, while                            

I was a slave of smiles with you                            

And the journeys ended shortly                            

You wouldn't see                            

Where I passed through.                                   

 Copyright by Nurpun Karacaylak

                                   from Turkey (been in USA 3 days)

                                                Haiku                                                

On the reef with waves                                     

The sun is shining on the sea                                      

How can I say no.                                   

copyright by Maria Mersai                                                    

Doctor                             

Cut me with your beautiful tools                             

Put me back together                            

 I am a broken heart                            

Any excuse for a check-up for me                             

When I melt in front of you                            

Are you laughing inside?                            

Am I cured yet? 

Beautiful                            

You me                             

I am                             

Love the way you read my                             

Imaginary neurosis                            

I hope I am never                            

Cured of you                             

 copyright by Kristina Hoerler   

 

(Inspired  by Rumi)                                                 

 I was raw                                      

I was told so let my ego ripen                                    

Then I set to ripening myself 

There upon                                     

I was told to cook myself                                     

Then I set to cooking myself 

After that                                     

 I was told to burn myself                                     

 I tried it several times                                     

But it didn't work                                     

Because I had already been in ashes

      copyright by Omer Karacaylak                             

Website for daughter who is a San Francisco muralist:   www.erinckarcaylak.com    


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Monday, 14 June 2010
Alameda Summer Site Write Towne Centre 2010
Mood:  energetic
Now Playing: Towne Centre SiteWriting We Will Go
Topic: Jammin in the Street

Curious Creatures

 

As I stroll through my beachside mall I see

Curious creatures staring at me

A squirrel, deer, frogs in a pond.

A curlew on high of whom I've grown quite fond

I wonder if anybody knows …

Do they ever shop at Trader Joe's?

Copyright by Archie Stone

June 6, 2010

 

 

Summer Nights

Finally, summer has arrived.

Only one place to enjoy my summer night.

Two islands, one mall for all.

Alameda Towne Centre, how you make me proud.

I see new additions that make me sing oh so loud.

Only one place to get my fruits servings in

And satisfy my sweet tooth.

With Fruits & Chocolate, I stroll through center

court.

No need to abort.

But yes, time for a new book, to Border's I go.

Its summer, I'm ready for another music show.

 

Copyright by: Linh Dang

 

Sunflower Fountain

Mosaic tile art

Yellows, blues, greens --- sunflowers

of Italian fields

copyright by L. Costales

 

"Buena Vista" Sculpture

Statue standing guard

Gatekeeper of oasis

Enter if you wish

copyright by L. Costales

 

 

Patina Frogs

Frogs frolicking fun

Giggling, splashing in a pond

Child-like innocence

copyright by L. Costales

 

 

3 HAIKUS

Walking Back in Time

Across from Borders

Parking area was a stand

August – "Run for Parics"

 

Summer Concert

Songs of the sixties,

Seventies, eighties I love

Hearing them once more

 

My Health Care Place

Walgreens pharmacists

Have have many skills in caring

Answer with a smile

 

copyright by L. Costales & Amy Estrada

 

 

HAIKU

MY GLOBAL VILLAGE

MY GLOBAL VILLAGE

IS WITHIN REACH WHEN I EAT

TRADER JOE'S SPICED FOODS

 

THE TREES AND FLORA AT TOWNE CENTRE

 

BRIGHT TREES AND FLORA

HAPPILY SURROUND CENTRE

LIKE THE CITY'S PARKS.

 

DAPHNE'S SPECIALTY

THE SPICED, BAKED CHICKEN

IS SUPER AND DELICIOUS

BEST MARINATED

 

CHINA GOURMET

CHINA GOURMET HAS

FLAVORFUL FOOD TO ENJOY

FOR THERE OR ***** TO GO

copyright by Amy B. Estrada

 

 

HAIKU

 

TOWNE CENTER --- THE FRIENDLY PLACE

 

KIYOMI, MY FRIEND

SHOPS AT TOWNE CENTRE ALWAYS

FINDS MERCHANTS FRIENDLY

 

copyright by Amy B. Estrada

 

3 HAIKUS

Sun King in Towne Centre

Melodie, my friend

Enjoys the Beatles, so glad

To have the Sun Kings

 

Safeway – My Safe Way

 

The huge Safeway store

Saves me a bundle, and more

So close to home

 

Office Max – My Copy Place

Grateful for Of-Max

Spacious desks, various supplies

For perfect copy

copyright by Amy B. Estrada

 

THE BEST IN THE BUNCH

 

BORDER'S BOOKS – PLUS PLACE IS

MY ONE-STOP SHOPPING

TO EXCITEMENT, NOURISHMENT, AND PURE JOY.

WANDERING OFF UPSTAIRS IN THE ART SECTION –

I SEE AN INVITE: TO THE DE YOUNG MUSEUM'S

"IN APPRECIATION OF THE ART OF IMPRESSIONISM"

I AM CERTAIN OF AN EXCITING VISIT THERE

BROWSING THROUGH THE PLENTIFUL MAGAZINE

STANDS

A SURPRISE "FIND": A HEALTHY GOURMET RECIPE

FOR A SUPER CHILI-TREAT –

WITH SQUASH, SCALLION, VARIOUS PEPPERS, AND

MORE

WHILE CHATTING WITH A FRIEND

I BUMP INTO THIS MUSIC STAND:

INCLUDES THE FAB 4 – A FABULOUS BEATLES

COLLECTION

ENDLESS DAYS OF LISTENING

TO MY JOYOUS "CLASSICS" AWAIT ME.

WITH JUST LESS THAN AN HOUR'S SEARCH;

I AM FULLY SATISFIED

THANKS TO MY PRIMARY ONE-STOP PLACE

BORDERS BOOKS – PLUS PLACE

AT THE ALAMEDA TOWNE CENTRE.

copyright by Amy B. Estrada

 

MY SUPPORT CENTER

BORDER'S BOOK STORE

IS MY SUPER-SUPPORT CENTER.

THE SALES ASSOCIATES

MAKE IT EASY FOR ME TO

FIND MY SELF HELP BOOKS

THANKS TO THEM I AM

ENJOYING MY TRUE MENTOR IN:

THE SELF-HELP BOOK

"DON'T SWEAT THE SMALL STUFF."

THE TWO YOUNG CASHIERS PROVIDED

ASSISTANCE

WHEN I MISPLACED MY CELL PHONE.

MY PERSONAL CRISIS WAS RESOLVED.

AS THE FRIENDLY CASHIERS

LET ME USE THE COMPANY PHONE

TO MAKE AN URGENT CALL AT HOME

NOW I HAVE MY QUIET TIME

STAYING AT BORDER'S 2nd FLOOR PROVIDES

RELAXING RELIEF FROM THE

BUZZING AND BUSY WORLD.

I SIT IN A COMFORTABEL CHAIR

AND ENJOY MY SCONE AND TEA

 

AS I REFLECT ON THE DAY

I THANK BORDERS BOOKS FOR THIS PLACE:

A WELCOMING AND FRIENDLY PLACE.

MY TRUE SUPPORT CENTER.

copyright by Amy B. Estrada

 

WALKING OUT OF TRADER JOE'S

AND FACING SUNFLOWERS

 

 

Arms full of Trader Joe's exotica, import foods

 

from trade route countries everywhere

(their shelves to mine at home)

I walk out to see sun on a wall of sunflower mosaic,

Surround for fountain. Oh! My

 

breath catches the light gleam

 

on gorgeous petals, open flower faces,

beauty in the mall!

Could I gleam golden with such sunflower oil?

Will I eat all these foods and healthy glow?

The thought is planted in my mind, such bliss.

I mental note to always future add

sunflower seeds, sunflowers, to my shopping list.

 

Copyright by Mary Rudge

 

Summer Site Write 2010

Towne Centre Poems

Chalfy, Morton In The Courtyard by Panera's in the Alameda Towne Centre

Costales, M. Alameda Towne Centre

Haiku, various

Dana, Cathy Blue Sky Over Borders

Book Buzz

Books on the Brain

Bookstore Boogie

The Hero's Adventure

My Mother Believes in Books

Dang, Linh Summer Nights

Deetz, Nanette Bradley TRADE SHELLS

Deturk, Corinne The Candy Store

Ice Cream

Estrada, Amy B. MY SUPPORT CENTER

THE BEST IN THE BUNCH

Haiku, various

Golden, Tom A GOOD DAY AT BORDERS

BOY AT THE LISTENING STATION

Landau, Valerie SHOPPING WITH MY MOTHER

Loughran, Mary Crow Drops a Feather

Daphne's Cafe'

McCabe, Patrick New Life at Towne Center

Peterson, Ken Frog Pondia

Happy News

Q, Susie Center of Attention

Reiss, Angela South Shore Petco

 

 

Rudge, Mary BUYING GROCERIES AT SAFEWAY, WITH A

SHOPPING BAG FROM BORDERS

EATING LEMON CHICKEN SOUP AND DOLMAS AT

DAPHNE'S DREAMING OF GREECE

 

4 LINE TITLE FOR BEGINNING A POEM ABOUT A

MAGICAL MYSTERY FANTASY SHOPPING TRIP

TO ALAMEDA TOWNE CENTRE

LEGEND ON ATTENDING THE MONTHLY FIRST

WEDNESDAY NIGHT OF EACH MONTH POETRY

READING AT BORDERS

Two women: interior monologues at the Alameda

Towne Centre

WALKING OUT OF TRADER JOE'S AND FACING

SUNFLOWERS

Sandholdt, Peter E. Mystical Frog Pond

Simmons, George E. Alameda Art Association Gallery

Solmssen, Kathleen MORE THAN A MALL

Stewart, Ashley PARKING LOT MEDITATION

Stone, Archie Curious Creatures

Zeviar, Isabell T. "At the Center of Alameda Towne Centre"

"BORDER lands"

"Thank you Alameda Artists Association"

 

 

Student Poetry – St. Joseph's Elementary School

 

Ames, Adam Petco Store

Anderson, Sam "Loard's Ice Cream"

Anderson, Spencer "Ode to Old Navy"

Alex Arguela "Soccer Heaven"

Arriaga, Edgar "Starbucks Coffee"

Bacon, Matt Daphne's

Espinoza, Gabriela Towne Centre

Guzman, Octavia "Pigeons in Towne Center"

Harris, Amanda "Towne Centre"

Isabella "Jamba Juice"

John "The Road to Southshore"

Katie "Payless Shoes"

Koffler, Owen "Sees' Candy"

Lara, Emily "A Day at Borders"

McAdams, Stephanie "Books and Freedom"

McEachern, Rebecca "Borders Books"

McKeon, Olivia "Starbucks Coffee"

O'Donnell, Kelly BORDERS!

Perez, Julissa "A sprinkling mall"

Pilare, Emanuel "The journey to town center"

Rezucha, Ilia "Towne Centre Wonderland"

Sara "Towne Centre!"

Sibal, Elsbeth "Sushi House"

Tran, Jason "Safeway"

Vincent "Feelings of Starbucks


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