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Irv Kroeker in San Francisco

Poems


Your Kindness

Write whatever comes to mind You are loving, you are kind You have friends from here and there Stored inside your active mind   All your life you cultivated …


Prayer

Prayer seems reduced to nothing more    than endless demands      from sight gone dim   As if God were a toy, a fairy godmother    borne to carry …


Prayer for Stan

I want to pray for my friend Stan but it’s such a struggle.   We address our higher powers who in the last hours    become one god – …


Uncommon Friend

His name is Jesus. That, for me, is his most comfortable name.   He’s called the Son of God. He’s called the Staff and Rod. He’s called Christ Crucified. …


Yosemite

In my search for church    I found the sound      of God,          whispering in the pines.   It took a while    I drove a mile      …


Mist on Moor

A mist on the moor is magic,    brings tales of old that are tragic;      tales that are fresh          tales that are new Tales of morning, sparkling …


Dawn Hunter

With the world the birds awake    tweety songs at dawn’s daybreak   Birds flit by, slept the night through    Owl finds a daytime roost hooty-hoo   Night …


Rivers

It was soft twilight – almost night when the golden affair began   There were others they say in the home of Jay but I saw only Leanne   …


Asshole Lovers

All this pain this weekend There is too much pain   We sit here together Rendered powerless   Women and men alone, Agonizing anguish Asshole lovers gone Hope for …


Walter and Mary

We go through life    with intimates few      but there’s something special          in sharing a pew with friends.   Then something happens    just like that      …


Sans the Pipe

Some are men    some are boys      men stand tall          amid the noise.   Boys seethe in anger    act like fools      men stay calm          …


Desert Sandals

I’m in a mood – need solitude      I walk to the desert in sandals          leaving the city behind                in a circle of candles.   I see …


Cool Cathedral

Together that day    You and I      Country cathedral          Holy high   Country cathedral    Sunday morning      Spell came on us          Quick without warning   …


Tony

Tony, my old border collie    herding his field art Eating rats his only folly    fast and very smart   Every day he’d show us how    out …


15 Types of Poems

15 Types of Poetic Forms Blank verse. Blank verse is poetry written with a precise meter—almost always iambic pentameter—that does not rhyme. Learn more about blank verse here. Rhymed poetry. …


Bishop’s Chair

God sitting up in the Bishop’s chair Eyes glued tight to his i-Pad there Spelling out to us on Earth Who we are, it brings him mirth   You go …


Beatville

Lonely horn    beneath the light Melody borne in    heat of night Bottle drained    of liquid dreams Dimming light    sex-crazed dreams Dancers close    arms entwined …


The Skull

The faces of hell yell out at night with muffled screams    dreams become nightmares skull hangs loose in a noose    in a tree by the fence.   …


Sunday Blues

Sunday morning, soul sad an’ blue Singin’ a song an’ cryin’ some too.   Sunday is foggy, a misty haze Sound of a bell from my growin’-up days. Church …


Paradigm Shift II

I stand in the Alps Breathtaking view My searching eyes Want something new   I look up the Maypole, sky quite odd. Beyond the blue, is there a God? …


Paradigm Shift I

It’s called a paradigm shift Our daily view of truth From mountaintop to valley below Questions from our youth   We dance around the alpine Maypole Eyes sweep up to …


a poetry lesson

I learned a poetry lesson from a 14-year-old girl while she was in high school. Today she’s not in my life anymore, but I see on Facebook that she is …

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