Saturday, December 30, 2017

A new day

She so loved me she showed me everything... 

-her missile silos; 
-her spy ring congregations; 
-her most secret military armaments. 

She so loved me she showed me everything...

-her people’s politics;
-like my people’s politics; 
-meant nothing to me.

For I only cared for her people...

- Gary Edward Geraci

Sunday, December 24, 2017

I saw You

My brothers and sisters in Burma,
Your love and peace abound!
Seeing others with compassion!
Hearts soaring above ground!
Now united not divided -
Praying for your people.
I saw You at the papal Mass.
Your beauty captivates!


- Gary Edward Geraci

Saturday, December 23, 2017

10^10^123

Prayers for protection answered not.
Death steals a child for God.
Called into question are the Angels.
One man one death is fact.
Can random Macaques type Macbeth?
And code for DNA?
Locked into a room with keyboard,
Monkeys pee and monkeys poo.

- Gary Edward Geraci

Saturday, December 16, 2017

Pale Blue Dot

Your Love bathes us in sun.
One strange Valentine’s Day.
Pale blue dot; only one.

Voyager 1, billion
Plus miles gone, turns their way.
Your Love bathes us in sun.

Space probe spent, spin, and spun;
Locks eyes; Sole, brown band, Ray.
Pale blue dot; only one.

Strife, fight, and kill they’ve done.
Burdened beasts bray and neigh.
Your Love bathes us in sun.

Life eternal they’ve won,
Would they just worship; pray.
Pale blue dot; only one.

“Loved, I gave you my Son,
Whom you did whip and flay.”
Your Love bathes us in sun.
Pale blue dot; only one.

- Gary Edward Geraci

Saturday, December 9, 2017

Hide Sunglass Dark

Lighting from bench to bench is her plight,
Slinging two bags; one canvas and one clear: 
White gloves, gray sweatpants and a blue cashmere
Sweater; a woolen knit red skullcap bright;
Rubber tennis shoes that are black and white.
Tight grip on pink fabric handles; bags dear.
While home and family remains unclear,
Hide sunglass dark tired eyes from the bright light.

Could it be that her one prized possession,
String tied, is tucked inside just one small box?
Opened to the first person to question
The glory of her day; make time for talks?
Boxed baby pics of priceless expression
Shared with anyone who asked where she walks.

Gary Edward Geraci

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

One last kiss



My brother in Yemen is emaciated, 
Cholera’s iron gripped, green hand choking;
Famine and fuming fanatics,
While his sister just wants a meal,
Fresh bottled spring water; 
Bring meds for the babies,
The light of life slowly flickering out, 
Glazing stares of innocence robbed
Of child play, school room lessons 
To love one’s neighbor, and the Golden rule.
Soft, sullen eyes, sunk in sockets; struggling now to find a loving face, a kind embrace, a mother’s face to drink one last kiss because your aid never made it through.

- Gary Edward Geraci

Saturday, December 2, 2017

Special Forces

Pew pained woman in plain worship attire to pray the
Same, new day, of old hymn praises: repeated, sung, and 
Cried. No fanfare or vain gestures, her scripture reading
Clear; cane walk from the podium is slow and strained.
Unique; battle prepared. Devil afraid - the gray
Haired lady, top vet, frees captives and slaves this way.

- Gary Edward Geraci