I was inspired by this countdown clock that measures to the second how much longer it will be until election day. I wrote the following poem starting with a borrowed line from Destined 4 the Dub. I write found poems all the time and all it takes is reading a clever line from a fellow blogger. I want to create awareness and encourage people to read and listen as we move closer to election day. It is so important to keep informed and to be able to distinguish the truth and alternative facts.
I hope you enjoy this poem. Afterall, my goal is to inspire with my art and poetry. I have been enjoying the comments. Here is the found poem. I hope that one of you can give it a title. Please write your suggestions in the comments.
Carefully choose what you remember.
Let go of all the lies.
Allow the waves of change
to flow gracefully into your hearts.
We are the new dreamers.
However, the seeds were planted long ago.
Sow them gently;
So you hear their soothing mantra.
They create harmony for us;
all of us.
Know now the urgency of our oneness.
Our voices echo love and peace.
Do not forget to look at the view.
Nature always heals the soul.
Watch out for the rainbow;
it knows our destiny.
We will survive!
Breathe!
This too shall pass.
Attributions: Miriam Out and About – Destined 4 the dub
*I often go back and read my poems and revise them to reflect my current sentiments about a topic. The little bird represents so many things. It is in a way a deity of sorts, a messenger fro the universe to help us make sense of tragedy and violence. Perhaps I am also a dreamer. But I like to think that there is hope for humanity.
A little bird told me
“Listen only to what wise people have to say.”
It spoke to me in a very alarming way.
I have always listened carefully to those I thought were very smart.
But all I heard was actually a lot of stupid stuff.
I have always tried the dodge the darts,
poisoned with hatred, bigotry and words that were really rough.
I pleaded with the universe to help stop the madness,
and declared enough is enough.
I turned to the little bird and explained my confusion,
But It flew away suddenly
as if to say,
What did you expect from your delusion?
Sadly, even birds seem to understand what is going on today.
They know about disrespect
and I think they even get
the meaning of reject.
I am watching for that little bird to come back to me.
“to examine, discuss, or investigate freely and openly”
to make public
We need to make sure
Truth is known
We need the machines desperately
We are the machines in real time
to speak up, demand
YELL and Scream at the top of our lungs
The truth, the need
To ventilate
Yes to breathe and help others
with the gift of breath.
If anyone has an idea of how to get hospitals and medical workers more supplies and ventilators, I beg you to reach out to the appropriate agencies and authorities. We all need to ventilate and be exigent in this regard. We cannot call ourselves the most powerful and greatest country in the world and then allow people to go without the necessary and dire equipment to combat this deadly pandemic. God bless us all.
“Shepherd’s purse is used for heart and circulatory problems including mild heart failure, low blood pressure, and nervous heart complaints. It is also used for headache, vomiting blood, blood in the urine, diarrhea, and bladder infections.” – Google search
My grandmother told me about the earthquake she survived in 1918. The memory of it was vivid and padlocked in her 90 year old mind at the time. My mother was waiting to be born. She claimed that was why she was so strong. She planted a tree to remind her that one’s roots sustain and remainno matter what.
I dedicate this poem to the people of Puerto Rico. They have been through so much. Butthey are a proud people, a strong bunch and will never give up faith. Thank you to all those who have reached out to help the victims. Que Viva Puerto Rico!!!
Earthquake, be not proud!
when you shake our senses to the ground
we awake and look for what is to be found
the remnants of our dreams
are not as shattered
as you may think
Our oneness knows
the pain of others.
Our island is an emerald so unique
Our pride continues to glow shine.
Shake us all you want.
I dare you!
We are mindful now;
of where and how,
and in the now.
More than ever
We know who cares.
We know the sincere heart of those who share
our pain.
The eternal green of the our mountains,
the glorious and gorgeous azure of the ocean that surround us
Poemattic: Poetry and Art for the Soul 
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