Category Archives: Poems

Poetry Challenge – I must speak up today . . .


This week’s challenge is to write a poem starting with the line: “I must speak up today.” I am looking forward to reading your poems so please post them on your sites and send me a link in the comments section of any of my posts this week.

In the meantime, stay safe, stay home if you can, and keep the faith. Don’t forget to breathe and look at the view. We will get through this together. There is no other way.

Photograph by Melba Christie

Poetry Challenge Response – Coping


My days, these days, always begin with prayer.

Nothing scripted or too profound,

only from my heart and without despair.

I try to speak succinctly, clearly and with calm

to the almighty universe and any God who will listen.

Sometimes I sneak in a proposition,

with the hope that there is no repetition,

of the mistakes we made in the past.

I ask for healing for all over the world

But sometimes I can only tell of my unique wows,

But the realist in me knows,

No one on this earth owns the controls.

I ask for patience,

I ask for peace,

I pray to soon be released,

from the prisons of fear and uncertainty,

I envision a new earth;

we are all on common ground.

We must all work together.

And allow only hope and love to surround.

I write a poem to help me cope.

And look for poems that fill me with hope.

*Please stay safe my fellow bloggers and friends. God bless America!

Got On line


Got on line

masked and subdued,

nothing much else to do.

My shopping list as long as the line

not everyone looked fine.

Glazed suspicious looks and stares

as if no one were there to comfort or to care.

Finally a signal

to walk right in.

I hope this time I’ll find everything.

Blue masking tape marks the spot

where the sixth feet distancing

between, begins and stops.

Cashier stands behind a shield of Plexiglass

Wearing white plastic gloves and

a light blue cloth mask.

No one speaks to one another;

voices muffled so why bother anyway.

So hard to understand what people say.

Cannot tell if anyone smiles.

Everyone tries not to touch someone

as they walk down the aisles.

Empty shelves

symbolize.

Does anyone truly realize

what is at stake here?

I do not think anyone knows for sure.

All we know is we must endure.

Hold on to what is so dear you hear;

even at a distance,

everyone still feels the fear.

Will today be the day

that someone here

becomes

another number calculated

on those dreaded deadly graphs

with slopes and curves

that shake and toss around our nerves.

As I walk back to my car,

I cannot hold back the tears.

I want to believe this may all just be a bad dream;

and that with a forceful and fiery scream,

I will awake,

to what was before.

A New Poetry Challenge – Coping


We are all coping or trying very hard to cope with the situation at hand. Write a poem about how you are coping. I think it is so important to share our thoughts, fears, and anxieties with others. But we should offer uplifting thoughts or share good strategies for coping. Reading a poem and writing helps me cope. Gratitude also helps. Thank someone who is out there risking their life one way or another to keep us safe, fed and cared for.

Please post your poem and use the #CopingamI and leave a copy or feedback in the comments section. I will share my poem by the end of this week which is the deadline for this challenge. Thanks. Be safe. Help keep others safe. We are in this together.

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¿Qué Será?


What will be?

¿Qué será?

This was the title of my late sister’s favorite song.

It was one of the last pieces she requested to listen to in the hospital.

I cannot help to think about the COVID 19 victims

who may have passed

asking

¿Qué será?

I ask myself this question every day since the beginning of this nightmare.

What will be?

Well this morning I did not ask.

I proclaimed, love will be.

Hope will be.

Faith will be.

Amor será !

Paz será.

La esperanza será.

Today especially, Christians celebrate the Resurrection and Jews celebrate Passover

we all know that we must be together so that what will be, will be triumphant.

My beloved sister knew the answer

when she asked this question one day before she died.

There was little hope for her.

But we got to say goodbye even though at the time

we did not know though – ¿Qué será?

But there is hope for us.

What will be is clear.

We must get rid of the fear.

and do what needs to be done.

Together. One force. One love united.

So that no one else

will have to ask

¿Qué será?

Image by S. Hermann & F. Richter from Pixabay

My sister loved both versions.

Faith


Easter, Passover, and Ramadan

All in April this year. Yes.

Festivities cancelled, Yes.

Family reunions. No.

Time for reflection and introspection.

Yes. Very true.

For me and for you too.

There is no difference here

We all are facing the same fears.

We all want this to end.

So we can hug and elderly parent or a friend.

The three faiths

tied together in some ways

Renewal, Rebirth, Redemption,

Sacred sacrafice

A deep look into our souls.

Week long-time traditions

of Prayers, taraweeh, worship

Fasting, forbidden to eat certain foods

But later feasting in family.

Reading the books of wisdom

Bible. Torah, Quran,

Relearning what

Disciples and prophets have said.

We all have Faith in common,

Faith in God, in ourselves, in someone we love.

Nothing is simple.

We cannot give up.

We cannot loose hope.

We will overcome.

The pain will ease -up.

The earth will continue to turn.

The sun will continue to shine.

It is really up to us.

Together.

Even when we are socially distant from each other,

There are so many lessons to be learned by all of us.

One sweet lesson gained once again;

We all need LOVE.


Image by Afshad Subair from Pixabay

Happy Holidays to all. Be Well. Be Safe.

Let us take care of each other.

What the World Needs Now


*Please go the You tube link and leave a wishful thought in the comments section

Walk mindfully today

Keeping your distance, yes

But only physically

We need each other more these days

The pain is overwhelming for many

it is the greatest reverse of fortune

even for the mighty and brave

Tomorrow’s journey is uncertain

So live today fully

Love passionately

Give genorously

Let gratitude be your daily mantra

Oh yes, and Breathe!

Look at the view!

Nature will be your teacher.

The trees have continued to bloom,

the birds continue to build their nests,

Unaware perhaps of our grave situation,

It is our opportunity today, right now

to watch and listen carefully

natural intelligence

will always prevail.

*Please go the You tube link and leave a wishful thought in the comments section

Sonnet 116 – Shakespeare


Let me not to the marriage of true minds

	Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

	Or bends with the remover to remove:

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark

	That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

	Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

	Within his bending sickle's compass come:

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

	But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,

	I never writ, nor no man ever loved.


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Sewing Machine


Never thought I would ever touch that old machine;

it was responsible for creating many attire.

My mom sat behind it for hours to confect

the dresses that would turn heads at church.

This after she came home from the factory

where she made uniforms all day.

Never thought twice that she was too tired to continue sewing.

The old Singer sewing machine spoke to me this morning.

It reminded of the stories my mother told me

about how the machine saved her during the depression

of how her seamstress skills served the country twice.

Tears flowed down my face.

I hoped they would drown my pain, my fears about what is happening today.

Then I heard the anchor on the morning news say,

flags would be lowered at half mast to honor the victims of COVID 19.

It is all like a bad dream.

The machine spoke to me again;

it asked me what my mother would have done.

I never touched the Singer before,

mostly because it reminded me so much of her.

For me it was a shrine.

I sat quickly sat and turned the wheel to hear

the familiar sound of hard work and dedication.

YouTube provided me with some quick hacks

on how to make masks.

Would I dare make one?

Well I did.

Made some for my family.

Wish I could make more in bulk.

I felt my mom looking over my shoulder the whole time

I missed a straight stitch here and there

but who cares.

I learned once again

the power of love,

the value of family,

the lessons that mom embedded in my heart.

The one that resounds is always to give and do your part.

I pray for all those who have been affected by the Corona Virus.

Please stay home if you can. Follow the guidelines to stay safe and healthy.

Do your part to help bring sanity to our nation.

God bless America!

Image by Christelle Olivier from Pixabay

Emotion:


Emotion:

We all know its meaning

We have all felt its intensity

Like a burn on our skin

when we open the oven and forget to wear a mit.

We all know its coldness as well.

Like freezing rain smacking your cheeks in the winter.

And yet we yearn to feel something, anything

that reminds us we are human.

We all need its loving.

It fills our hearts;

it guides our actions.

Some people tell us not to be emotional.

I say be the emotion.

Feel for those who are hurting right now.

Allow emotions to flow.

Love your neighbor.

Help people in need.

Tell someone how you feel about them.

Love life. Love yourself.

Our positive emotions will collide soon hopefully

and so strongly, explosively

that the virus will run home scared.

Peace and Love.

Health and strength.

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Celebrate National Poetry Month. Use a poem to brighten your day!

Don’t forget the first Poetry Challenge. Please post your poems in the comments section.

Interesting Posts

https://hellogiggles.com/lifestyle/mental-health-during-coronavirus/

https://blogs.psychcentral.com/healing-together/2020/03/the-corona-virus-copping-with-fear-and-uncertainty/

Poetry Challenge #1


This will be the first Poetry Challenge for National Poetry Month. Please post your response as a comment. I hope you forward this challenge to people you know.

Write a poem about your favorite restaurant. Be creative. You may want to include a picture. I am hoping that this will reach as many people as possible. We need to support our local restaurants, bagel or coffee shops during the corona virus crisis.

You may want to send your poem to the manager or your favorite waiter or waitress. I am sure they will be thrilled. Where ever possible write in the name and location of the restaurant.

A challenge will be posted every Thursday and Saturday for the month of April. This first challenge is over on Wednesday April 8th.

Do forget to abide by the guidelines of Social Distancing.

National Poetry Month Begins Today


Every year for many years now I have celebrated National Poetry Month and invite and encourage those who find poetry difficult or boring to give poetry a try. If you have read my profile you will know that for me poetry is life and life is poetry. I was introduced to poetry at a very young age and had wonderful teachers who inspired me to read and write poems.

I believe that poetry can change your life. I also believe that poetry can heal. Our nation needs healing right now. We are facing a very deadly virus and have been told that there is a possibility that many thousands will lose their lives. The thought terrifies me and saddens me deeply. Hopefully the numbers of people affected will decrease substantially. This pandemic has hit hard in many countries around the world. This is why more than ever we must understand the concept of oneness. Prayer, meditation, and yes reading poetry will help us cope with the tragedy of what is now. I refuse to think beyond that; i must stay focused on the now. We have little control over what may happen as a result of this deadly and highly contagious virus.

I believe in hope. We must believe in the ingenuity of our scientific and medical researchers because we do have the best of the best working hard to find the therapy and finally the vaccine that will work.

Please join me in celebrating National Poetry Month by using poetry to help us heal and to comfort us. Join me to celebrate a Poem in Your Pocket. Look for poems that inspire and fill your heart with hope. Share poems with love ones and even perfect strangers. Write poems. Dedicate a poem to someone who is laboring to make a difference in all of our lives. Share poems via Facebook, Instagram, Twitter and any other social media outlet. Let us make poetry viral surpassing any other medium. Surprise someone with a poem inside a greeting card. Remember that poetry is life and life is poetry.

God bless you all and may poetry bring you joy and hope during these very scary and difficult times.

Here is my poem for today:

Someone told me once

A poet is a little god.

put on this earth to help us see

the beauty around us

and to make us aware

that we are all one.

Look at the view:

flowers are beginning to bloom;

birds are building their nests,

tree branches are regrowing their leaves.

We may have to be indoors and sequestered

for a while

but we can do so much to renew our souls.

Cherish every minute with a loved one.

And if you happen to be alone and even recovering

love yourself a little bit more.

Be forgiving. Send blessings out to the universe.

You will never imagine whom you may touch.

Walk through the gardens of your life;

Listen to the sparrow’s song,

and the gentle breeze will guide you always.

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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.
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