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Countdown – 75 Days 14 hours 14 minutes – Calm will Arrive!


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


Mediation by Melba Christie

A Little Bird Told Me


*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.

The little bird that told me

“Listen only to what wise people have to say“

 

TO VENTILATE


A word, verb, life line

“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.

Haiku by Basho


When I looked under the hedge-

the little grass called shepard’s purse*

was flowering

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

Earthquake, be not proud!


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 remain no matter what.

I dedicate this poem to the people of Puerto Rico. They have been through so much. But they 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

know us too well.

History will tell,

The abuse infused

we have refused

for centuries.

We are a brave people

we shall stand together once again

and live!

Que viva Puerto Rico!!

Image by AndPon from Pixabay
Image by juliouscm from Pixabay

I Am Strong


This has been my mantra lately

I do not really know how strong I am

I want to be as strong as the oak tree

where squirrels climb

and somehow know the tree will hold

 

I want to be as strong as the sea

I think about all the ships

that it carries to different destinations

 

I want to be strong like the mountain

everyone wants to climb

to see the world below.

 

I am strong like my ancestors

the women who laid the foundation

for me to reach my dreams

Hey, I am strong!

I am strong!

I am strong!!

 

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