The Heartbroken Guitar Player


lonely guitar

A few years ago I watched as a young man played a love song inside a subway station in NYC.He seemed so sad as he strummed his guitar.

People dropped coins in his guitar case as they walked by him. The words that stuck in my mind were “Darling, please come back to me.” Today I found the poem I had written about the heartbroken guitar player after I went home that day. I’d forgotten I had put it away to write my love song. I was so touched by his song and his obvious heartbreak.

 

The Guitar Player

 

He held his guitar like a little baby;

Tears ran down his chubby cheeks.

He played his song with all his heart,

telling someone he could not stand to be apart.

 

His fingers caressed the strings

as he had once softly outlined her face.

The audience went crazy;

No one felt out-of-place.

 

After all is there anyone exempt from heartbreak?

Loving just ain’t an easy thing.

No matter what the season but especially in spring.

 

His refrain wanted to mend his mind;

He claimed that girl was only one of a kind.

The sweat and tears kept streaming

from the guitar player’s face

He strummed his guitar with such passion.

I guess he was hoping she would hear his plea

“Darling, please come back to me.”

“Darling, please come back to me.”

 

The audience was standing in ovation;

as the guitar player bowed humbly

but his heart was just an imitation:

that girl had ripped it out the real one miserably.

 

the audience called for an encore

and his voice and his guitar

exclaimed in ecstasy

“Darling please come back to me.”

Darling please come back to me;

Can’t you see what your love has done to me.”

Melba Christie

 

Haiku 54


                                                A prayer is hidden

                                                    inside a lonesome heart

                                                   God listens closely

                                                       
                                                     By Melba Christie
 
 
                                                    sister angel   

Here is Now


Now is here

Here is now

I am here to be me

and to be you somehow

we are a part of each other

every instant, every moment

of the day.

Each moment counts

the now

the  present

and who is to say

what will be

it is what it is

and what is is

not tomorrow

but right now

It is now that I AM
Is there any doubt?

Melba Christie

Photo by Melba Christie 2012

My Brain


“A poet needs to keep his wilderness alive inside him.” – Stanley Kunitz

This poem was among the notebooks I found in my attic. I do not what made me write this one.

My Brain

My brain went bungee jumping

out of control

It bounced up and down

as would be expected

furious leaps and bounds

I thought I’d  be ejected

out of my soul

my brain was out of control

but it finally calmed down

allowing  a deep meaningful thought

to rise to the occasion

It penetrated a cloud

as I yelled very loud

and rain poured down

voluminously

cleansing the earth

of hatred

My brain may never bungee jump

ever again

but if peace should be needed

I want it to catapult

to the heavens above

so that the earth

is drenched with love.

Melba Christie

 

Infinitely Infinite

My Daughter


The day is brightest when she is present

her cheerful smile makes our troubles fade away

We Praise the Lord for having her as a daughter every single day.

 

Everyone loves her dearly

from the moment they set eyes on her.

She is the sweetest soul you will ever know

but boy can she raise a stir.

 

Her eyes will never lie to you

they will tell you truths untold

Her chuckles makes you

feel like you found a pot of gold.

 

Just to think about my daughter

fills my heart with pride and joy

every minute of the day

Although we know

she is a woman now

it is important for her to know

that we love her more than ever

and you will be our baby forever.

 

Happy Birthday!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I Remember Papa


My memories line up one by one to honor you

every day since your passing.

They have been so faithful

and soothing to me all these years

Some come in so clear

and transport me

I remember papa dear

your never ending kindness and generosity

towards everyone

No one would be allowed

to suffer on your watch.

I remember papa

how you’d laugh so hard at

your own jokes

I remember papa

how you taught me to love opera

even though I did not understand it.

I remember papa how you’d sing

along with Mitch on TV

and then later serenaded mom until she danced with you.

I remember papa

how proud you were to be Puerto Rican,

and dreamed of returning to your

island of emerald green.

 

I remember papa

how you cherished my mother

and made her feel like a queen.

 

But most of all

I remember papa

that you always taught us that love

is the most important thing

you can give a human being.

 

I remember papa

your commitment to family

because you taught by example

and made me so proud

to be your daughter.

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Dedicated to my Dad.  I was not able to post in remembrance of him this father’s day.  May he rest in peace.

Good Old Buddies


Good Old Buddies

Good old buddies:

one four score and nine

the other entering the ninth

decade of his life

A friendship that has lasted more than most

They can’t count the many toasts

they have shared

for good health

happy birthdays

successful careers

wives they adore

kids so keen

beautiful grandchildren.

They shared

fifty years of good debates

over politics

boxing

and the status quo

 

now life seems full of woes

one unable to see

the other unable to walk or talk

but their hearts beat in unison

the message is clear

the code understood

only old buddies can hear

hands shake tight

both still willing to fight

in spite of their plight

 

the good old buddies know

the end of their journeys may be near

when together however there is little to fear.

they bid each other an “hasta luego mi amigo”

for what may be one last time

And I was the lucky one to witness a friendship so dear and divine.