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can it be our democracy?


Poster designed by Melba Christie (C) 2020

Still Counting the days – But also writing poems and painting


I do not want to loose momentum. I want all of us to keep our ears and eyes open. I want us to continue to ask the pertinent and relevant questions. The answers to those questions that matter to us individually and collectively for the good of all. I cannot stress enough the importance of keeping informed. Read critically and look for accurate and credible sources. This is just my sincere advice. I speak as an educator, mother, grandmother and simply an American who cares about what happens to our beloved country.

In the meantime, I want to write and paint because these activities help me cope and melt my worries away a little.

Painting and Poem Melba Christie

Passions flow

hearts beat with empathy

Perhaps a hopeful tomorrow

Thoughts About My Dad on Father’s Day


A few memories

just visited me

on this Father’s Day,

to remind me

of my dear old dad,

and the things he used to say.

 

His wisdom of practical design,

inspired us to think all the time.

 

“Try to stay as healthy as you can because being alive can be dangerous.”

 

“Live life knowing it is the only one you have; no one has come back to tell us otherwise.”

 

“Give your all and don’t think twice about helping out a stranger; for all of us are one.”

 

I hear his hearty laughter

as contagious like a cold.

I see his big bright smile

spreading happiness to all.

 

I see him working hard

day in and day out

singing all the while

his favorite arias

and whistling Broadway tunes

almost like Frank Sinatra

 

I remember how he hugged me

like he was hugging the whole world

all at once for the last time.

 

A memory I hope that stays

with me

until the day I die.

 

I am sure he’ll wait for me

at the pearly gate,

along Saint Peter,

(of whom he will be sure to say is his best friend),

And just like he did when on earth

he’ll whisk me away

in his Cadillac.

trying to beat

the parking maid

before she reads the meter.

 

Happy Father’s Day Dad!

Love you always.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Picture Says It All


Drawing by Melba Christie (c) 2020

Remember

No matter where you are on this great planet

No matter what language you speak

The symbol above is quite universal

Our hearts all beat the same

Take a minute and listen to your heart beating

It may sound a little louder, A little bolder

because our hearts are beating in unison

more than ever.

God bless you all.

An Amazing Performance


There’s hope! This is all I can say when I heard this extraordinary young man sing and play piano. Autism speaks! Autism sings. I worked with autistic young people a few years ago on a special project. I coached adult autistic students to write poetry and find their voices. It was such an enlightening experience for me as an educator. Much more research needs to be done regarding autism. There is no doubt that autism has a spectrum. This performance blew my mind, made me cry and filled me with hope. Enjoy!

A Found Poem – Closing National Poetry Month


 

A Found Poem

 

Flightless wings

know very well

Authenticity

lives in death

The song of May

reminds us

that Mother’s Day

is near

and a Mother’s fear

grows more today

Because

The Promised Land

no longer sows

Bluebells in the sunshine

Beside the old Trail of Hope

Where I used to collect

my dreams one by one

But despite the awful things

That spread on fields of my mind

I am not obedient;

Conformity is not my thing

I Pray.

I pray for kindness.

and want to spread the word.

Life is Good!

Lift your voice and sing!

Tomorrow will be May again:

Flowers scheduled to be in bloom,

let us forget the words of doom.

And for those who predict only gloom,

Just remember,

Tomorrow is another day.

and soon it will be Mother’s Day!

Let us rake the fears away.

 

As I mentioned in the video I created this Found Poem inspired by some of the titles, words and phrases used in the posts of my fellow bloggers at WordPress.

Attributions:

Pat Cegan

Ricardo Sexton

The Moral Traveller

John Coyote

Liz Bard

The Poet’s Corner

 

What Confusion?


What Confusion?

Who gets confused these days?

Everything is so true, so clear.

Why would you be confused my dear?

Is what I see real or not?

Why would I rather sleep on a cot?

Are words that hate really love?

Are facts alternative you think?

Today if it weren’t for poetry

Life would really stink?

 

A Poem a Day – Haiku


The following is a poem by Yosa Buson (1716-1783). My painting was inspired by his haiku. Buson was a very good painter and made a living at it. Buson published many poems in anthologies.  By the time he reached the age of fifty-five he was known to be the leader of Kyoto poets and the best of modern Haiku poets.

 

 

Poem Medley


I love the way you love me

You’re all I need to get by

Life is like a song you see

Our love is as clear as the blue sky

 

You are all the joys under the sun

precious moments of endless love

We are the envy of everyone

You are a blessing from up above

 

No one else will ever do

I’m in heaven when I’m with you

You make me feel brand new

Believe me, my love is true

No one else will ever do

No one else will ever do.

 

 

We Are Who We Love And No One Can Change That


We are who we love and no one can change that.

We are a part of their souls;

We met somewhere in time;

And the memory remained.

 

We are who we love and no one can change that.

Our hearts knew each other before

we became earthly.

The awareness was purposeful.

The love was simply too great.

It could be said,

It was fate.

We are who we love and no one can change that.

Be glad who you are.

Love had all to do with it.

We are who we love and no one can change that.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

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