Melba Christie at Poemattic

I cannot believe that almost a whole year has passed since I wrote my  first post for Poemattic. One hundred and eighty-one posts later, I feel like I have shared so much with my faithful 101  followers thus far. I have learned so much from other WordPress bloggers . It is like I have taken a year-long course. I want to thank all my followers. Every time I receive a new comment or see that little orange star on my dashboard my spirit is lifted.

I have tried to get some of you to take part in a few challenges. I hope that I am able to create more ways to get you to interact. The purpose of Poemattic was to create a space for you to share original or very favorite poems. I am hoping to be considered for Freshly Pressed Award.

I will start posting original recording of…

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Langston Hughes


Mother To Son, Track 1, Rec (4)

 

 

 

I fell in love with this poem the moment I read it. Langston Hughes is one of my favorite poets. I love the rhythm and the images.

Mother to Son 
 
Well, son, I’ll tell you:
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
It’s had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
Bare.
But all the time
I’se been a-climbin’ on,
And reachin’ landin’s,
And turnin’ corners,
And sometimes goin’ in the dark
Where there ain’t been no light.
So, boy, don’t you turn back.
Don’t you set down on the steps.
‘Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.
Don’t you fall now—
For I’se still goin’, honey,
I’se still climbin’,
And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.

“Occasionally I am reminded that perhaps I should write a poem.”


 

“Occasionally I am reminded that perhaps I should write a poem.” This statement prefaced a poem written by my daughter in an email she sent the other day. She has been writing poems since she was quite young.  I want to share it with you.

 

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Words with others like it

to clear the mind and feed the rest.

Words hidden under a cloak of deception

yearning to be misread.

Words as simple as a flower’s petals

which bend over the anxiety of being so beautiful.

Words which help find meaning in the wells of uncertainty

as profound as an older man

delicately unfolding his morning paper.

 

A smile without the effort that stains it.

A poem like so many before it.

Happy Birthday Poemattic!


I cannot believe that almost a whole year has passed since I wrote my  first post for Poemattic. One hundred and eighty-one posts later, I feel like I have shared so much with my faithful 101  followers thus far. I have learned so much from other WordPress bloggers . It is like I have taken a year-long course. I want to thank all my followers. Every time I receive a new comment or see that little orange star on my dashboard my spirit is lifted.

I have tried to get some of you to take part in a few challenges. I hope that I am able to create more ways to get you to interact. The purpose of Poemattic was to create a space for you to share original or very favorite poems. I am hoping to be considered for Freshly Pressed Award.

I will start posting original recording of my poems. I love reciting and during National Poetry Month this year I will launch a page with audio-recordings of my poems.

Please continue to visit Poemattic. I love the company and feel Like I am a member of a very special community.

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Looking for A Place to Hide My Dreams


I need to find a  special place

to hide my dreams away.

my memory has left me now

although I begged it to stay

nothing else remains that dear and

time has been so frivolous,

it can’t make up its mind

whether or not,

to stick around

and let me be the one to decide

as to whether

I want to stay

and remember

the moments

that mattered most

to us

like those dreams

I try to keep in a safe place

that never did come true

and are so hard for me to face.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Farewell Mr. Koch


Born a Bronxite

A faithful New Yorker

from Manhattan to Queens

Brooklyn and back

both as an individual citizen

of the city that never

snoozes or naps

and as mayor

pinnacle of power

he often got a bad rap

 

Ed Koch

an icon became

a household name

the chutzpah

that represented

his city of fame

in the

toughest of times.

 

 

He loved his great city

with passion

and taught us all a lesson or two

about standing up for what is right

and not ever letting go of the fight

 

We will miss his candor,

his prolonged utterances

when making a point

in the name of his fellow

New Yonkers

from the Staten Island to Hunts Point

 

We all know what he’ll ask

at the big Pearly Gates

and he shared with us what

would be his epitaph

written on

his tombstone

Just as he would like it

he had the last word.

 

“He was fiercely proud of his Jewish faith. He fiercely defended the City of New York, and he fiercely loved its people. Above all, he loved his country, the United States of America, in whose armed forces he served in World War II.”

 

 

May You Rest in Peace Mr. Koch!