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