Category Archives: Poetry

sectioning

(Sunrise over Ottawa, October 2003)

Photo of Sunrise over Ottawa

the hanging scarecrow
teases the wind
the black crows gather
upon the wing
dark clouds cling to
the lip of earth
what slowly gathers
gives evil birth

fe fi fo fum
you come too late
the sage you seek
has closed the gate
there’s no survival
without cause
what sanctions peace
must well be fought

its not enough to
play the game
what you cant master
gathers blame
beyond your ken
the dream turns real
but no one ventures
there to deal

what seems like conquest
fools the purse
even sailors
die of thirst
the slaughter hidden
is a mess
praise us jesu
mary bless

kjg 709pm 26 aug 2015

plot

(All’s quiet at the Gerken residence this afternoon.)

Photo of Klaus J. Gerkens cats

if you dont betray me now
youll never get the chance
to do the deed again
with no time left to lose
i’ve called you here tonight
to make it very plain
we have to play this right
there can be no delay
each moment links the chain
of events as they must happen
for otherwise we lose
whatever we can gain
so listen very carefully
i wont explain again

kjg 1216pm 24 aug 2015

religion

Duplicity(Duplicity. Oil on canvas. 1970’s by Klaus J. Gerken)

the hungry ones they eat like hamsters
the starving ones they crave dessert
theres wine for everybody
and the hogs enjoy the dirt
i cant begin to tell ya
how often its been told
rust destroys the hammer
and the hammer turns to mold
golgotha was a boneyard
and calvary a hill
the cross should not be worshiped
like a gaddam holy pill
whoever is your saviour
be that as it may
but humbleness will never
force a man to pray
so keep an open noggin
religion obscures faith
its not some wooden vessel
you shape upon a lathe

kjg 728 am 2015

The Voice Of Reason

Cats of Parliament Hill

The reason you should listen to your elders
is because they are outside the experience
of seeing things for the first time. They know
more than youth will ever give them credit for.

kjg 2am 17 jul 2015

Klaus J. Gerken is on Facebook. Contact him on kgerken@rogers.com and read latest poems in Ygdrasil – a Journal of the poetic Arts.

genesis

Klaus J. Gerken

oh the masters are all students
in the clutches of pure love
and the students are all masters
slowly killing every dove
and the heroes are all broken
limping to their destroyed homes
there is nothing that can save them
save the emptiness alone

so they wander in the desert
forty years is not enough
sometimes many lifetimes must be needed
to wash off the holy dust

we stand daily in the shadow
of the mountain and the flood

kjg 647am 27 apr 2015

Klaus J. Gerken is on Facebook. Contact him on kgerken@rogers.com and read latest poems in Ygdrasil – a Journal of the poetic Arts.

old vines

Klaus J. Gerken

i am an old man
living in a previous century
i no longer understand
the ways of youth
i am hardened by experience
i am a rock on the beach of progress
the wind no longer fills my sails
but i still shelter those
who require shelter
i am an anchor to the future
no one can live without
sands may ride the winds like waves
but anchors ensure survival
i am never far from my past
i am never far from my future
tend my garden when i am gone
old vines make better wine

kjg 1223am 26 april 2015

Klaus J. Gerken is on Facebook. Contact him on kgerken@rogers.com and read latest poems in Ygdrasil – a Journal of the poetic Arts.

encounter

Klaus J. Gerken

i waited at the corner
for a vocal argument
you came but did not speak to me
i questioned your intent

you shrugged and did not bother
to light your cigarette
a movie made to order
in the fog no one regrets

the hollow streets so echoed
like tapping stones together
our silence was forgotten
as we melted on the bed

the morning came securely
you left i left what’s left?

kjg 17 apr 2015

Klaus J. Gerken is on Facebook. Contact him on kgerken@rogers.com and read latest poems in Ygdrasil – a Journal of the poetic Arts.

1970

Klaus J. Gerken

had an apartment
not quite that
above a bakery
on bank street
in 1970
you had to climb
through the
kitchen window
to get in
and that was
the only window
it looked on a roof
dark as hell
and always filled
with people
hippies
draft dodgers
and the like
only it wasn’t
my apartment
i sorta
just moved in
i don’t think
anyone knew
who the
tenant was
but that was the
60’s and we
didn’t care
mattress
on the floor
and fridge
stocked with
booze
and the smell
of fresh
croissants
from below
heaven to a
20 year old
no regrets

kjg 118pm 16 apr 2015

Klaus J. Gerken is on Facebook. Contact him on kgerken@rogers.com and read latest poems in Ygdrasil – a Journal of the poetic Arts.

glory

Klaus J. Gerken

it holds no purpose that the right
ravages the left so the left can ravage the right
and no one gains an inch where they should make strides
i always thought politics was a duty and not a free ride
but i must be mistaken if a talk show host
is more important than a sacrificial ghost
we don’t just slaughter but we relish so we feel
each moment of the pain that makes us feel so real
as long as we don’t suffer and make sure
like the slogan hung above the door
“arbeit macht frei” but it’s them who work
and the one’s left in charge lurk
in halls of glory with money in their pants
to dance the tango dance and dance

kjg 104pm 16 apr 2015

Klaus J. Gerken is on Facebook. Contact him on kgerken@rogers.com and read latest poems in Ygdrasil – a Journal of the poetic Arts.

ressurrection

Klaus J. Gerken

oh vile insomnia what hast thou wrought
there’s no commitment to a tactile thought
the mind’s a screaming thunderbolt that blinds
the vision that the vision leaves behind

torture tossed the bed’s a grave
that devils shovel close to save
the soul i cannot here relate
what happens but it’s way too late

salvation is not what is tossed
upon the hearth and then is lost
in flames to heaven god saves all

to go to hell and that’s not small
upon the meaning of the cross
that some would worship with their loss

kjg 1228pm 13 apr 2015

Klaus J. Gerken is on Facebook. Contact him on kgerken@rogers.com and read latest poems in Ygdrasil – a Journal of the poetic Arts.