Question Mark ?


*I often sit watching the clouds change into different shapes. I wrote this poem this morning after a few minutes of meditation.

 

I looked up at the sky this morning

mindful of its enormity

yet so serene

Breathed in and out

so gratefully.

 

Then  a white-grayish cloud framed in lavender

morphed into a question mark

so proudly

it spread across the sky

and asked me,

“When is it that all of you will learn to love each other?”

The cloud stretched

and stretched

until it became an endless line,

Now we need to fill in the blank.

Will we?

 

What Will I Flaunt Today?


What Will I Flaunt Today?

I think I’ll flaunt my old 1929 Royal standard typewriter

I wanted to type this post on my beautiful black upright

but then, I would have to scan the page

and upload it on to my computer

and post it as media or picture to insert.

But then you may not be able to read the post.

Because sometimes the type is a little light.

However, I cannot describe the joy I feel

when I plunk down my fingers

on the keys

that make that unique snapping sound.

 

and the bell rings when the carriage returns

to let me know

There is something to flaunt about .

 

Daily Word Prompt: Flaunt

 

I HATE FAILURE!


Failure to achieve something in life can be devastating sometimes. I was thinking about failure. There are some things that we cannot help of course. Sometimes failure is inevitable. We have little control over nature; often it seems like it needs to fail us or disappoint us. We may not understand how someone can deceive and fail us when we most need support and compassion. As human beings we fail each other all the time. We fail our children many times. We fail to love each other unconditionally. We fail to forgive. We fail to open our hearts. We fail to think before we speak and hurt someone deeply. We fail to keep the peace.

The following is a poem I wrote about failure. I wrote it soon after my sister passed away from heart failure.

I Hate Failure!

The baby steps we made

toward peace

are now giant footprints

leading to mass destruction.

I Hate Failure!

 

CHILDREN

DIE

FROM

HUNGER,

STILL!

 

WHY?

 

We do not do more to help.

 

I Hate Failure!

 

We do not do enough,

 

to do enough,

 

to snuff out

 

HATE,

   BIGOTRY,

 

and all the BAD stuff there is to snuff.

 

Yet we know it’s up to us.

I Hate Failure!

 

The moon

forgot

to dance the rumba last night.

 

Someone forgot

to make her chuckle

one last time.

 

The stars failed to show up

when she made her last wish.

I          Hate          Failure!

 

She never knew

how precious she was

to all of us.

 

 I Hate Failure!

I Hate Failure!

I Hate Failure!

Happy National Poetry Month


In celebration of National Poetry Month I am inviting all poetry lovers to participate in  several activities I have planned. This week I will provide a few prompts for writing poems. Please submit your poems in the comments section.

Some prompts may look familiar because they are the first lines of some well known poems.

Some tips:

1. You may want to change a word in the prompt and then write a few stanzas.

2. Write your poem in any form you wish. You may want to try writing a Tanka, a sonnet, a cinquain or a haiku.

3. Poems should not exceed 15 lines.

Prompts:

1. Write a poem about a special day.

2. “For we can still love the world …”

3. “Who said you should be happy?”

4.”You are all you’ve got.”

5. “How do I love thee”

 

 

Quote: Food For Thought


“A generous and elevated mind is distinguished by nothing more certainly than an eminent degree of curiosity.”   Samuel Johnson

She Learns Everyday

Today she learned

why the sun shines so much

then she touched a daffodil.

Her lively sense of curiosity

The wondering of why

will germinate seeds

filled with questions

about what is eternity

and as millions before

see how apples fall

only a few like Newton

asked why

She will never shy

from the curious

child within

How marvelous to be just three

and so full of curiosity.

 

 

Persistence


Persistence is a lonely road

I have taken many times

my feet are torn and weary

my heart beats slowly

with fears out of control

 

Persistence claims its toll

at every stop I make

There is no such thing as a break.

But one thing I know to be true

in spite of difficulty or opposition

It will be ultimately my decision

to move forward

and not look back.

 

Because when I think I lack

the determination and patience

to continue on that lonely road

I think of all those before me

who never ever gave up.

I hear their voices

and I lift myself up again.

Persistence is my friend.

 

 

The Death of a Poet


 

Today we mourn the passing of Keith Roach. Rest in Peace!

“We bid farewell to Keith Roach – poet, slammaster, mentor and teacher – who presided over our poetry slams and open mics for years. Keith inspired a generation of poets, and played a significant role in the advancement of slam poetry, as an art form and a movement. He will be greatly missed.”

Nuyorican Poets Cafe

Who mourns the death

of a poet?

Another poet does.

Although the poems remain

and the rhymes

access time

and resonate in the brain

The void left is great

A teacher, a mentor to many

The great noesis (1)

Powerful verbs and thoughts

to inspire the young poet

the slamming of  ideas into

the heart and soul

Cannot

and will not be forgotten.

Who mourns the death

of a poet?

(1)  noesis, a rare noun that turns up in the field of philosophy and refers to the action of perceiving or thinking

 

Purple Universe


My granddaughter loves the color pink

she says purple in such a cute way

for an almost three year old

she knows her colors very well

and enjoys sitting with me

to paint

circles and swirls

which she describes

as suns and the world.

What innocence and love

absolutely a gift from above.

 

I want a purple universe for her

and I hope she (every once in a while)

bumps into some pink too.

 

When I think of today’s world

the cruelty and violence

bigotry and indifference

bullying and hateful behaviors.

I fear for the future of our children

 

I hope the universe is purple one day

with a little bit of pink.

and full of mindful love.