Hail to the Queen of Soul!


I was in fourth grade when my dad took me to the Apollo Theater in NYC. Little did I know then that I was listening to whom would be known as the Queen of Soul. As a teenager I sang many of her soulful songs. Of course,  R-E-S-P-E-C-T will never resonate the same. She taught a whole generation of young women about self worth and about standing up.

I played her CD of goose bump raising Gospel songs today. For the first time in a long time I felt a little more inspired although sad by the news of her passing. She was Amazing Grace. No one can or will ever sing America the Beautiful like her.

I hope we remember the importance of her legacy and also engrave in our minds and hearts that we need to love and R-E-S-P-E-C-T each other. May she rest in peace.

What do I tell my grandchildren now?


Ever since I became a grandmother all I think about is my grandchildren’s future and if life will be good for them. I fear that they will not have access to the same natural resources that I had as a youngster because we have abused the planet and mother nature for so long. I dread the moment that I will have to explain to them why some people hurt and hate other people. How do you explain that some people suffer so much because they have different beliefs.

I saw a television ad for an organization that helps children that are very ill cope with their sickness. Many of them are at risk of a short life expectancy. The infomercial made me weep. I thanked God my grandchildren are all healthy. The images presented are difficult to watch. Especially when so many children die because they do not have the adequate medical care.

But then it hit me. What will I tell them when they see tragic events or when they witness hatred and bigotry? What will I tell them when they are faced with bullying?

I remember talking to my children about these issues when they were growing up but I feel like it is all different now. There are more instances of tragic events related to bigotry, hatred, drugs, and natural catastrophe. It may be that I am simply older, and do not have the emotional strength to deal with all that happens these days.

I wrote this poem to read to my grandchildren when the time comes I may have to explain that bad things happen.

I would like your opinion if you have grandchildren or young children.

 

Well, I’ll tell you children

what you saw happen

just happens

and sometimes

we cannot prevent bad things from happening.

Sometimes all we could do is hope;

Sometimes all we can do is try to cope;

Sometimes you will need to question.

 

Many times you will feel helpless

But do not let yourself feel hopeless my darlings;

do not let fear disarm you.

 

Believe that you can be strong

Learn the difference between right and wrong

and never make others feel they do not belong.

 

My sweet children

all I can tell you today

is that tomorrow will be a better day,

because you will help make it so.

 

Only you can be the change

Only you can make the difference

and always remember

love is very powerful.

 

Love yourself

and others too

and always, always remember

Grandma loves you too.

 

 

Navigating the World of Poetry Publication


Great advice!

Vita Brevis

by Brian Geiger

Setting the Stage

Many poets view editors with the same distrust and artistic frustration that musicians harbor toward their record labels. They’re often seen as little more than oppressive, even bureaucratic, barriers to creativity who, by some stroke of luck, became the gatekeepers of the larger artistic world that so many poets dream to be a part of.

This view is completely understandable. It’s frustrating to know that the fate of your work is in someone else’s hands, that something you’ve so carefully crafted must first be put on trial by a judge and jury whose credibility you may already doubt.

And there’s a feeling of invalidation there, too. Implicit in a rejected poem is a rejected poet, damning feedback from the professional world that seems to say that you’re just not up to snuff.

The world of poetry submission is nothing trivial. It’s uniquely…

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We share the same diversity


Thinking about our diversity.

Creative Mindfulness

We share the sun

We share the need to quench our thirst

We share the awe of when we watch a full moon

We share the lakes, rivers, oceans

We share the same emotions

We are more the same than different.

If you think about it

We share the same things in our planet

We are one that way.

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Poetry is life; life is poetry!


This has been my mantra for a long time.

I have written on the subject many times and always introduced poetry in my class by writing this statement on the chalkboard and waiting for reactions. Here is a new poem I wrote last night.

Poetry is life:

And,

Life is poetry!

It is in your quiet tiptoe

across the room

to surprise your lover.

It’s in the laughter of a child

when she finds out jello wiggles.

It’s in the chocolate chip cookie

that melts in your mouth.

 

Poetry is life you know

It’s everywhere you go.

It’s being in the know

and sitting back comfy like to watch life’s show.

 

Poetry is life my friend,

Both a little hard to comprehend

Full of hyperbole till the end.

 

Look around you,

poetry is right here

sitting with you on the couch

as you try to figure out

the meaning of it all.

 

Life is poetry my friend,

It’s in the ladybug’s climb

up a sunflower’s tall stem

confident she’ll make to the end

to see the crisp lavender bend in the sky.

Poetry is the answer to the why.

 

Poetry is life:

Oh yes,

And life is poetry.

It is everything you’ll want to know

It’s everywhere you go.

It’s you,

It’s me

and I pray

it will be around for eternity.

 

 

 

my new found poem – A Love Missed


Dear Readers:

Occasionally I come across a line or two that melt my heart. I often collect words, phrases and lines and use them in my poems. I found this lines and they served as my muse to write this poem. The attributions are below. Thanks to my fellow bloggers: Ricardo Sexton, John Coyote, Julio Jimenez and Charmed Chaos.

 

I need a wild heart

So do I

 

All I do lately is …

Draw your picture in my mind

The mind that teacher tried to change

When I told her I loved you

I need a wild heart today

Do you hear…

my whispers on the wind?

I pray that I will see you again someday.

 

I have not changed one bit

 Je n’ai pas changé. 

But I suppose you know

I am still the brown eyed girl

You sang to over the phone

 

We should have kept in touch

I did not have to find out

You passed so young

I need a calm heart now

Until we meet again

 

Attributions:

Charmed Chaos

Ricardo Sexton

John Coyote

Julio Jimenez