love the moment

Sitting in my SUV Relieved of another day Of boredom, tasks that do not matter I see the young mother in Pink flip flops, droopy pink pants With words of wisdom or possibly Advertising printed proudly On her narrow-hipped behind And hoisted high on her shoulders Legs straddling her neck like a scarf Was a delicate and beautiful girl With china doll skin and Cute little girl clothes This small gift her Simple trust, still intact Does not fear the rush hour traffic She believes that her mother knows the path Through all of it She has yet to hear the statistics The expert testimony The social studies that all say She is doomed Failing schools A young life turned to gangs or drugs or Teenage births All I know is Her smile Her trust Her face And knowing what I know I weep the slightest tear In a world like this There will be many more chances To cry, to pray, to dream Of better days To remember the kindnesses We once knew The rising tides That once dared To lift even the smallest boat dg 4/...

Moonrise Nightfall Waters fading as light recedes Hungry waves continually Lap, lap, lap at a shore that is Weary of unceasing demands Hermit crabs recently evicted, unfairly Drink the intoxicating brew of decaying detritus Stuka-like pelicans dive towards unsuspecting fish Easily lured by tardy planes Pulling banners selling food, sex and beer My own toes, who have seen more than Children of any foot should see Slowly burrow into the wet, cool sand All they want is a few minutes of peace and quiet Before the onslaught of early morning rays The tight constraint of socks and shoes The unyielding questions The never-ending work Of days and days and days dg 4/27/11 Sent from my iPad http://jdavidgamble.blogspot.com/

When we are born When we finally passover to what No one knows but many promise There is a story Fading colors on neanderthal walls prove They are as human as upright walking Fox News, CNN Every grimy politico has a Carefully crafted one Some hint at fearful schemes Conspiratorial certainties drive many to Hate and kill The narrative's pull The seanachie's power is such that Wars are launched, lost and won By mere words The story of a baby, stable-born Is unlikely, but once held the modern world In it's sway But the American Dream that is now recounted Has no time for such wishful thinking What we need is a believable tale Of a man So good at heart That no matter the treachery The devious deception of persistently small minds One who, like us Though beaten, betrayed and left for dead Was still able By sheer determination By unwavering resistance to Fear and hate Overcame the threat of mortal decay And on some future day decided To rise agai...

Valhalla Nirvana The god of our understanding We're all striving to get there It is the Payoff, the analgesic we need To go The problem is There is no photo collage to Reassure us If it is or Is not - either way Our hearts must Sometimes squint to see To keep our feet moving when The path we once believed so surely Begins to fade This is what we call the Human condition It is much more unique that Opposable thumbs Primates do not doubt the jungle Bees do not question the hive Only we ask Why And when it is all Said and done When after all the reasons to stop We go That is when In spite of what we say We show that In our bones We do believe dg 4/16/11 Sent from my iPad http://jdavidgamble.blogspot.com/

I say that a lot At the end of the day... It all works out Or I have no regrets Or It is what it is It might be a copout It might be wise Especially, if spoken with zen-like calm And faraway gaze Do homeless people say it? The terminally ill? Or are the words end and day Best left disconnected Lately, at the end of the day Even sometimes at the beginning I have been so disconnected I felt like a boxed puzzle set of 10,000 pieces I guess my concern is that At the end of the day I'm missing a few key pieces I've got so many Shades of blue and gray I just don't know Are they sky-blue seas Or approaching storms, but What choice do we have I just keep Sorting through the box Fitting pieces together As best I can Hoping To make the Prettiest picture Our scattered puzzles and My tired eyes Will allow dg 4/15/11 Sent from my iPad http://jdavidgamble.blogspot.com/

His skin was black, but His smile was bright - only 16 Walking to his Auntie's The bullet considered none of this It's high-wire journey was impolite and Never acknowledged its mistake His mother hoped, hearing the shouts Briefly believed But often are such fragile things dashed Smashed like dropped eggs on pavement When did these lives become unhooked, so Disconnected that we are pained to hear them But soon, we forget His aspirations, her long hours of Cooking, cleaning, school lessons checked Intricate dreams Built on sand Protected as best we can but Still swept away by unseen waves Forgotten like vacation fortresses Carried out to sea dg 4/11/11 Sent from my iPad http://jdavidgamble.blogspot.com/

I once believed in Fairy Tails And Dr. Seuss Give a hoot, Don't pollute In my innocence I listened to CBS News and Uncle Walter I believed the tears, the halting words Of contrition choked out by those Publicly accused of treason, or murder or Original thought In simpler times I believed in the American Dream Morning in America and Change You Can Believe In But now I believe in lawyers, strategery, and Inside information Who you know, who you knew, and When you knew it I believe in upside-down mortgages and Mortgage brokers - long gone money And I believe in one foot after the other Today, tomorrow, and possibly the day after And on some days after an Unexpected kindness After reading about the unemployed man who Returned the lost wallet - all monies intact I believe enough to raise my head And dream again Of what we have lost dg 4/6/11 Sent from my iPad http://jdavidgamble.blogspot.com/

I can imagine Prehistoric man Together with his clan gathered Around a fire, or towering tree, or massive boulder Franticly gesturing, pointing in the air, drawing on the ground I see a somewhat futile attempt to Communicate things Important Food, water, danger And I rush back to the present Drawn by emails, v-mails, and other possibly Intrusive demands Now, the tree is a coffee pot The gesticulations reference only basketball or Approaching storms But still, I feel more similarity than one would expect I still hear the slight hint of fear in the voice The same sideways appeals To the gods, the sun, or some distant leader To spare our lives To lead us To a better And safer Home 4/4/11 dg Sent from my iPad http://jdavidgamble.blogspot.com/

Every day of Every year of Every life that Ever lived There were broken hearts and Tragic deaths and Shattered dreams that were not forgotten But in every day of every year there are Newborn cries and mothers' tears And in every year of every life there was Unspoken joy and unseen mercies We might consider this unfair or cruel We might rage against a god None have ever seen But even now within your reach Is love that is willing Is peace that is waiting Is an unseen beauty only Lately covered by the dust and debris of Mistakes and regret All we must do is sweep away the clutter In the democracy of life - we choose Moment by moment The only vote that counts is The one we cast for Love over fear For a present joy Rejecting yesterday's slate of Failures, regrets and Missed opportunities dg 4/2/11 Sent from my iPad http://jdavidgamble.blogspot.com/