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.

 

Devastation


Puerto Rico, the Virgin Islands and Mexico are under siege after the destruction that has devastated entire cities and towns. My heart aches.  I try to Raise the Vibe but it gets harder each time I hear the sad consequences of these numerous storms and earthquakes. Please help me Raise the Vibe for these people. I feel helpless and incompetent. They need engineers, rescue experts, doctors, paramedics and over all water and food. Since this tragedy all I do is doodle and write. Please help me Raise the Vibe. Go to the website for Raise the Vibe or connect through Facebook and post something inspirational.

In the meantime, here is what I worked on today as I thought about some family members I have yet to hear from.  This gif represents to me the chaos caused by these natural disasters.

My faith is deep

but slowly

it slips away

along with the hopes

of some people

hit by disaster

 

I ask myself why

so much devastation

it seems catastrophe comes

back to back

the forces greater each time

Nature fighting back

like a defeated heavy weight boxer

comes back sometimes to knock out opponents

with great fury and resolve

Are we the enemy?

Listen!

I guess we need to pay more attention.

Why?

Because we need to survive.

 

“Let’s Do It”


 

Reinventing yourself?
Are you the curious observer?
Are you the deep thinker?
Release those thoughts!
Instead be still and take in the view
Breathe deeply
Cultivate Calm
transcend the ordinary
Love self.
Love others selflessly
Love, Love, Love
all of nature knows the rules
all of nature knows how to do it
“let’s do it”
Let’s love each other
Like Cole Porter wrote,
“Even lazy jelly fish do it”
Reinventing yourself?
Just do it.
Love will make it happen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Compassion


We need more compassion!

Feeling for another

is not difficult;

if you know what it feels like

when someone has

co-sufffered with you.

 

We need more compassion!

Squeeze it out

from you heart and soul;

don’t worry,

you won’t run out.

More will be stored for you.

The process is innate;

fundamental,

essential,

in order to live life

fulfilled with purpose.

 

We all need more compassion!

Believe it or not,

having it and giving it

even has effects on the prefrontal cortex.

It’s scientific you see,

bringing about glee.

According to the dictionary

(open delight or pleasure; exultant joy; exultation)

is something we are ALL capable of.

 

We need more compassion!

Every faith knows it;

it is in our DNA ;

all we have to do is show it.

 

We need more compassion!

Become a stakeholder;

an investor, and or

a proprietor.

 

Compassion’s payoff:

multiple assets,

great dividends,

All add up to PEACE.

We all know we need that too.

 

The Older I Get


The older I get

The more I think about

my journey

on that one way road

I count the seeds I should have sown

and all the dreams

I abandoned on the crossroads

Sometimes my brain just wants to explode

There are so many mysteries

yet to decode

and memories begin to erode.

I think about time all the time.

Days fly by

minutes and hour seem shorter

And after all is said and done

All I want to do is make good

of the time

write a poem everyday

and on occasion make it rhyme.

 

 

 

The Horror of it All


Small pieces of humanity

do not fit into the divine puzzle

planned by the universe and great source.

 

Somehow these frazzled shapes

lost their essence,

and their hearts

capable of feeling love.

 

Somewhere their souls drifted

and cannot connect

with the idea that we are all

a part of the HUMAN race.

 

Race defined ambiguously

an assumption perhaps

What makes us different?

More importantly, what makes us the same?

What makes us sane?

What makes us a race?

To be continued!

 

 

Love Measured in Cupcakes


 

In memory of my dear aunt

She loved to bake

to bake was to show how much you loved someone

Most of all she enjoyed

the idea of inventing new recipes for cupcakes

After a long day at work

usually on a Friday night,

She would sit at her huge kitchen counter

to concoct her secret recipes:

  1. Blueberries, (when they were in season of course, frozen anything just did not make sense to her) bananas, crushed hazel nuts, and small bits of fresh coconut.
  2. Applesauce, and strawberries with walnuts and raisins
  3. Chocolate chip and pistachios mixed with raspberries

These were the ones I remember best.

She never wrote down her recipes

no one ever knew the proper ratios of the ingredients

But you could taste each one distinctly

when you took the first bite.

The cake would melt in your mouth

and a delicious almost sensuous thrill

would take over your taste buds.

We all felt like we should go to confession

before the Sunday mass.

Every time someone would ask her for a recipe, she’d reply, ” Can’t tell exactly how much of this or that or this other thing, but for sure my main ingredient is LOVE. my cupcakes are all LOVE.

We definitely felt the love;

it made our bellies grow;

it widened our waistlines;

and make us chuckle loudly, at least 10 decibels higher than usual.

Her cupcakes live in our memories now.

My cupcakes never measure up to hers.

Except, that I too,  make sure I have folded in

lots of love.

Without love cupcakes do not taste the same.

And what would this world be like without cupcakes?