Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Terms and Conditions

2017 is proving to be quite lucrative in the poetry section of my mind. Sometimes, you just have to write it down.
Terms and Conditions
By Julie Gengo

If you want to enter
There are terms and conditions
Not to be confused with desires 
Like love and happiness
Violation can be 
Disastrous and permanent
There are no excuses 
Except death

One, if you wait too long 
You risk rewards like pleasure
And satisfaction 

Two, the sacred rule of response -
When there is none, rejection is imminent

Three, love must be present even in anger

Four, snarky replies don't fly

Five, speak what you mean
In slow methodical dirges that capture attention

Six, meditate before you strike

Seven, appreciate time 
Or thoughts of hole punching
In certain spots, will arise

Eight, red wine can soothe dismay
Know which one works best

Nine, avoid complication
All things flow better without

Ten, eye contact is essential
It speaks to the soul
Like lovers caught up in warm rain

Friday, March 3, 2017

Water Falls Down The Back Of My Neck

Sometimes you just have to write a love poem. Enough said...


Water Falls Down The Back Of My Neck
By Julie Gengo


The broken chair bends while twins fly by
The way he looked at her
And you at me
Slanted mailbox suspense
Subtle laughter and surprise

His words, your lips
Water falls down the back of my neck

Russian spies and Chameleons
Our friend at the bar
I smiled, you laughed
Time stopped for a moment
Among the madness

Warm hands caress
Black and while swirls and magnets

Bon Iver and Sweden’s roar
While tulips listened
To stories and poetry
When you were there and
I was here

Dreams and melody
Like butterflies and waterfalls in the distance


Wednesday, March 1, 2017

My India

In 2004, I was fortunate enough to venture to Kerala, India, deep in the coastal south. It was a breathtaking adventure and tumultuous as the same time as we were there during the horrific tsunami that shook our surrounding shores. Lives were lost and the people came together as they do in this magical place. 

My India
By Julie Gengo















When you fall in love
it transcends the world
All encompassing
and consuming

My India,
rich in pleasure
alive in movement
sacred in sound

Vibrant colors
infiltrate souls
like a tonic
on a crisp winter's night

Drink from the river
and feel
the lives of men
past and present

Bow down to
the noble one
the purveyor of light
who removes darkness

Ashes on my forehead
water at my feet
As I walk down the path
of perseverance
I transform

Monday, February 27, 2017

Don’t let the wind tossing your hair frazzle thoughts of flying

I believe this was written circa 2009 while living in Cardiff by the Sea, but I can't be sure. I think I was planning my escape to the Bay Area. An adventure that is still unfolding. 

Don’t let the wind tossing your hair frazzle thoughts of flying

By Julie Gengo 

Fly through the trees
Don't let the antagonists stop you
When angels fall they shed their wings
Grab hold of them and fly

Move through strangers like never before
Slipping in between cracks
When you have to,
When the bleachers won't do

Venture into different topics
And slices of lives from afar
Even those where the rust has 
Created a cloud cover

Don’t let the wind tossing your hair
Frazzle thoughts of flying

Take the blues, the broach, and the bell-bottoms
The cloaks, the crayon, and clovers

Whatever you do,
Do it for the honeysuckles
And the succulent sound
Of people making love

Do it for the distant souls
And dissidents
Closed up in a box 

Do it for the life you have,

And the freedom you have yet to discover

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Lulu The Cat

I wrote this for an online blog called I'll Write Your Life Story on a Postcard back in 2007. The blog doesn't exist anymore, however, here is the text about my sweet cat who just recently passed. She was definitely a trooper moving from place to place with grace and the willingness to follow me wherever I landed. My dry sense of humor doesn't quite do her justice, but her story needed to be told. She is surely missed....RIP my feisty one... 


Lulu The Cat

Lulu arrived on a whim. Her brother Pierre was snatched away from his mother two days before. When Pierre left, she didn't seem to notice and didn't care. 

In the new residence, Pierre appeared lonely as his eyes had a solemn glow. The new mother made a decision. It didn't take that long. After all, Lulu was just as fluffy and scruffy as her sibling. They belonged together and the new mother had no doubt that this was the right thing to do. When the new mother brought Lulu into the household, the two seemed to get along fine in the ground floor apartment with the balcony that faced the courtyard and a hot tub.

As the two settled in, they had their moments. Sometimes they got along, but most often Lulu ignored Pierre especially when the friend of the new mother put him on a skateboard and he skated away. She was not happy with this shift of attention, so she decided that all would be best served if she grew at a faster pace than Pierre. She out-ate her brother two to one and her fluffiness expanded rapidly.

The eating paid off. Lulu was pegged the “powderpuff princess” and she accepted her new stature as any French kitten would do. Pierre scoffed at Lulu's new status and began his retreat which would eventually end with him leaving the family.

Confirming her royal status, Lulu strutted around not wanting to be picked up. She only wanted to be stroked on demand, and for the longest time, she kept her distance, avoiding visitors that entered the flat. 

Time went on and Lulu’s attitude began to change. As the new mother's belly got bigger, Lulu had a breakthrough. She started sleeping with the new mother, curling up beside her. This new behavior perplexed the new mother. She thought perhaps the catnip that she placed in lonely socks was finally paying off.

Lulu was growing up and their relationship grew stronger until the baby appeared and took Lulu's place in the bed. Lulu, once again, kept her distance, which saddened the new mother. The family coexisted in a workable way with the baby keeping Lulu at bay.

A few years went by and Pierre decided that the house was too crowded so he moved out. Lulu was fine with this as well as the new mother as her hands were full with a sprouting baby whose cat-like tendencies kept her on edge. Lulu had an influence.

More years went by and while the new mother was attending to the child, Lulu was dealing with a few new residents. Dante and Bullet moved in, but they were eventually snatched by the cycle of life. Lulu didn't have a problem with this either, as she liked being the main attraction.

Lulu had a deviant side. When no one was looking, she managed to catch and kill an entire family of groundhogs, including the big ones. Although French in demeanor, she had a few Thatcher-like tendencies. 

A few more years later, a new kitten joined the family and the child, who was now school-aged, named it Ocean. Lulu kept her distance for a while but learned to co-habitat with her spunky younger sibling, who everyone swore was half-bunny.

Today Lulu remains the princess of the household, showing off with a dance or two at the door while the whole family beckons her to come inside. She once again cuddles with her mom, curling up on her lap while she works.

Sometimes Lulu even shows her affection to the child who is now a lot bigger than her. As far as Ocean goes, their relationship remains mixed. Sometimes love, sometimes anger, and sometimes indifference. 

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(Addendum)
When Lulu reached 17, her adventurous spirit began to wind down, and in November of 2016, the cycle of life took her back to rest on the throne in the sky. 



Thursday, May 26, 2016

South Ledge - Song Lyrics from the 90's

Song Lyrics from the 90's. I wrote this after reading a story in Smithsonian about an island off the coast of Massachusetts I think....I imagined myself being there sitting on the ledge in the picture of the wall that surrounded a lighthouse. 

SOUTH LEDGE
Lyrics by Julie Gengo

A picket fence
A daisy chain
We walk on through
In a dream

Your hand to touch
A masquerade
Of the same old scene

(Chorus)

But now
Just you and me
We’re sitting here
Watching the sky go by
On our south ledge
The world stands still
And the angels wait
For the by and by
For the by and by

This old place
Still remains
Somewhere sits
In my dreams

You said so much
I remember now
My memory
Has consumed me

(Chorus x2)

But now
Just you and me
We’re sitting here
Watching the sky go by
On our south ledge
The world stands still
And the angels wait
For the by and by
For the by and by


Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Ode to 976

Written circa 1998 in Pacific Beach, CA at a wonderful cafe called 976. I think it's still there....

Ode to 976

by Julie Gengo

In the midst of madness
I stop to shudder
What wonders beneath
The bread and butter
All lies on tables
So taught and clever
In morning arise
The first endeavor
To unite the airy wisps of rain
With roots that bring
The first of Spring
In red & orange
& violet-blue
All eyes amazed
Upon the hues
As passion flows
Between the feet
In droves of tantalizing
Feasts
That rests inside
This field of dreams
Surrounded by
Bright color schemes
That you or I
Had nothing to do
Except to marvel
At the view
& the lips of lips
So succulent
& the bells that ring
In unison
& blades that tickle
The best of men
Save but a minute
To embellish them
As sensuous
As the river let
& storms that come
Without regret
A serenity
Not to forget
This Spring that brings
All happiness