Category Archives: Poems

Nature Speaks


Nature speaks peace

look at the view around you

For sure a daisy smiles

Photo by Melba Christie
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How many more?


Today I learned about two deaths in the family. One, was taken by the virus we are all fearing these day and the other passed in an accident.

She was full of the kind of ganas that few people have for life and living. I do not think I ever saw her without a wide and beautiful contagious smile. She survived cancer twice and those scares gave her the courageous to take on this deadly virus called COVID 19. She fought it as long as she could and passed away all alone. This is the first close up and personal case I have heard of among friends and family members.

I been thinking a lot about the AFTERLIFE and what is is that happens when we leave this dimension. I have been thinking of the family members who have passed on, some for decades now. I think about these things not to be morbid or obsessive but because I suppose numbers matter and as of yesterday 138.000 souls are somewhere on another plane. Some not able to say goodbye to their loved ones.

So I did what I always do I write to alleviate the pain and to help me cope with the reality we are all facing this year. We will all know someone who knew someone with COVID and who lost the fight. It is worse when the person is someone in the family.

The other family member was younger, full of dreams. A former military man returning from a final tour. He had just relocated and was looking forward to a new job. His mother visited him this week to help him get organized and all moved into his new house. He went out to get take out and five minutes later he was killed instantly in a vehicle accident. A drunk driver impacted his motorcycle.

Two people died two days apart. One never imagined what destiny had planned. The other although on a ventilator hoped she would make it. But once again hope and praying just did not seem to be enough.

Here is my poem to help family deal with these horrible events. if you have been coping with a similar situation please share your thoughts. I always love to get your feedback. Please stay safe.

How Many More?

A rhetorical question, maybe.

Sadness stared me right in the face last night.

I could feel the heartache and pain from far away.

Grief and sorrow walked down two different paths;

Each taking a loved one to a place where forever is a stay.

Sorrow never stands alone.

Woe wails loud and clear,

when sadness comes with the loss of someone dear.

Grief pierces our hearts and I wonder if it even cares.

We can only hope that death is not proud of what it does.

How many more?

Only God knows.

In the meantime, let us remember them all

and pray that their memories are blessings.

If you are listening


If you are listening

to the absurdities of our times

your heart must be be ready

to explode with the torment it brings.

I for one no longer

want to sing

or laugh out loud

because the guilt is too profound.

So many have passed;

so many suffering,

so much uncertainty.

We need to look seriously at

not only where we fell and failed,

but where we slipped and let go

of our collective conscience.

The oneness that we are

can allow us to go far.

We cannot disregard the deep scars

that have been created.

Future generations will not be kind

when they realize

we left so many behind;

and waived our rights,

because we were afraid to stand up

for the good of all the people.

Unus pro omnibus, omnes pro uno!

The storm of tears

will flood our towns

and will drown our dreams.

Is it too late for redemption?

Will our sins be commuted?

Will our grandchildren pardon us,

for neglecting to see the truth?

To Thine Own Self Be True.

If you are and have been listening,

please know that we must also

start questioning.

We cannot allow us to get used to the dark.

Together

we must pave the way

and make sure we shine

so that the truth

is once again revealed.

No excuses!

No excuses!

Image by PDPics from Pixabay

Are you as tired as I am?


I am so tired;

I am so fatigued.

At the same time,

I am so intrigued

by the power of lies

that flow freely

without shame.

No one wants to call it what it is

Someone please give it it’s proper name.

I am so tired;

when I look in the mirror,

collective conscience concedes.

I am so fatigued.

Are you as tired as I am?

Please let me know how tired you may be feeling about what is happening in our country. I am so interested in knowing the emotional stress that people are under right now. There are apps that are being promoted on-line for people to use for relaxation. I will devote one post a week to try to help myself and anyone else who wishes to join me in coping with the stress and exhaustion caused by the tension, uncertainty and frankly craziness that is going on. Please continue to stay safe and follow the medical guidelines that make sense. We need to protect each other. God bless.

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Silent Waves


Listen to the silent waves

They bring sweet compassion from afar

This may sound strange to some

but when you listen mindfully

the sound of silent waves

liberates and exhilarates the soul

It helps us cultivate Gratitude and Joy

Listen to the silent waves

and calm will overwhelm you

because God is trying to get our attention right now

Listen to the silent waves

Listen to the silent waves

 

 

 

 

Why we kneel – A Haiku Poem By Melba Christie


I recently had to explain to a youngster why we kneel. He heard it on the news so much he became curious. So I wrote a Haiku about it. I also looked up some articles about kneeling and have posted the links below.

To kneel or not to

we kneel for many reasons

kneel to pray today

Image by Myriam Zilles from Pixabay

Some references:

https://demwritepress.com/2018/09/30/why-we-kneel/

https://blogs.scientificamerican.com/voices/the-psychology-of-taking-a-knee/

http://theologicalanthropology.com/blog/2016/3/22/

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Message from a Sad and Mad Grandma


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I am sad.

I am so sad.

I am so very sad.

I am mad.

I am so mad.

I am so very mad.

Does anyone understand the harm we are doing to our children?

Their eyes are watching.

Their fears are growing.

They hear there is a Pandemic.

They hear Covid 19.

They cannot attend school.

Now they hear that a police officer,

(Someone we told and taught them they could trust.

killed an African American man,

Just because …

But no one can explain why because no one really knows why.

I know we are hurting at so many levels.

I know the hurt and disillusion has been there for hundreds of years.

I know about the despair and the fears.

We have the right to speak up.

We have the right to make changes.

We have the right to even hate what is going on.

But hate begets hate.

We were all taught in kindergarten The Golden Rule.

We were taught to share and respect each other.

We were told that America is our Land.

We have the right to pursue our dreams and happiness.

They told us we are equal!

My God! What happened?

What Happened?

I am sad.

I am so sad.

I am so very, very sad.

I am mad.

I am so mad.

I am so very, very mad.

But then I think about the four children,

I was blessed to call my grandchildren.

And I think about all children,

Yes your children,

no matter their race,

no matter their religious creed.

And I cannot bear the thought that they too will be sad, and will be mad.

The grown-ups in this world have to wake up.

We need to show them

we can get through this together.

Stop the violence.

Stop the senseless killing.

Stop! Just stop!

I beg you.

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay

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“

 

Always Remembered


I salute all those who served our country today. I am grateful for their sacrifice. I hope that as we celebrate today we remember that there are many others who sacrifice daily to keep us safe. God Bless America!

I remember our adventures

when we crossed the river

and slipped on the moss covered rocks

we laughed because one of us would always loose our shoe.

I remember how we loved to go to the Saturday matinee

and watch three movies for fifty cents – our whole allowance.

I was only two years older than you

yet I was your aunt as chance would have it.

But you called me sis.

I remember your love for nature.

I remember how you always picked buttercups and made a small bouquet

and bring it back to surprise your mom.

I remember how happy it made you to play your guitar.

I remember your contagious smile and fabulous chuckle.

I remember the day you decided to join the army;

your mom and I were terrified.

I remember listening to radio that dreadful day;

It was Memorial Day morning.

TAPS was played and then America the Beautiful.

My heart stopped beating for a second as it always did when I feared

something horrible would happen to you.

I tried switching the fear gears in my brain.

Two days later we got the news.

You had passed.

Forty-three years ago I could not believe what had happened

and it is still hard for me to believe it is true.

It was not supposed to happen;

I prayed so much.

Now I pray I never forget your face.

I wonder how it would have been if you were here.

All I know is that somehow I can still hear

your hearty chuckle

and see your beautiful smile.

Rest in Peace my dear Nephew.

You are always remembered

even when it is not Memorial Day!

Beauty


 

Nature knows all;

Beauty is the truth before us.

A heart healed.

A family reunited.

A spirit revived.

Kindness surging like

when the electricity comes back after a blackout

Applause, Applause,

Sweet music to the ears

of the weary

and tired

But the beauty of the soul

revealed

cannot be belittled.

Only the strong

Know the real beauty of life.

Have you been strong?

 

Image by Bessi from Pixabay

 

 

 

Happy “A Poem In Your Pocket Day”


Today is “A Poem In Your Pocket Day” so make sure you select a poem and put in your pocket and share it with as many people as you can. Let me know how many times you shared it. I started sharing some poems last night with family and friends. I mailed out some home made masks with a poem attached.

As you may know from reading my blog, poetry for me is life and life is poetry. As National Poetry Month comes to a close I just want to remind you that it is up to you to keep poetry close to your heart all year. Below I have listed a few resources for you to use with your children. I love Shel Silverstein’s poems. I read his poems to my students all the time. Now I read the poems to my grandchildren.

Here is my voice recording of The Poet Tree by Shel Silverstein.


Here is a video I found on YouTube. I hope you enjoy it.

Other Resources:

 

Poets.org – You will find many poems and readings. If you are a teacher there are many resources to use with your students.

Geraldine Dodge Poetry Foundation – Opportunities to participate in many activities for teachers and students. Also look for The bi-annual poetry festival.

https://poets.org/academy-american-poets/ – You find many programs and contest opportunities.

Reading Poetry Aloud


Many folks read poetry silently

mindful that they may not

fully understand

the meaning,

the purpose,

the theme,

and the fluidity of a poem.

Why do some poems deserve to be

anthologized,

memorialized,

memorized and even metamorphized

into sweet song lyrics.

I secretly hope mine are someday.

Poems are best when read aloud

I learned that late in life.

They resonate and

infuse your blood stream

with love and passion

as a prayer does.

You become mindful of every breath,

every stress, every meter,

as the words beat in your heart.

I want to hear

the rhymes

but sometimes

I rather repeat just one line

that get lost in the endlessness of time.

Read poetry aloud I say.

As the end of April and National Poetry Month leaves us, I will post some poems to be read aloud. Also I will post some videos of some poets reading their poetry. I hope you enjoy them as much as I have. Please leave a comment and let me know what you think.

Also stay safe. Don’t forget to take deep cleansing breaths. Poetry Month may soon be over but using poetry to help you feel calm and peaceful will always be available.

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