Category Archives: Poetry

Quote for the soul

“Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world.” —Harriet Tubman

(C) Melba Christie 2021. We change, the world changes.

Closer To The Heavens

Four souls are ushered to the heavens

a new shepard guides their journey;

the creator called blue origin is apropos

as they get closer to the heavens

a lifelong dream becomes true

only a 10-minute flight in reality

and a memory that will last centuries.

Amulets are carried for good luck

a piece of canvas from the Wright Flyer, and

a bronze medallion that was made from the first hot air balloon flight in 1783.

A historic day, a successful experiement

a blissful crew.

And the rest of us watch in awe,

hopeful that we also

can get closer to the heavens.

In the meantime,

let’s take care of our precious planet now

let’s be considerate and loving to each other.

Quote 4 today

“Life laughs at you when you are unhappy; Life smiles at you when you are happy;

but life salutes you when you are making others happy.” -Charlie Chaplin

SURVEY: I would love to hear from you. It would maKe me very happy.

What makes you happy?

How do you make others happy?

Watching Nature at Work Makes me Happy.

Purple pansies pop-up in the early morning,

welcoming me to stay and watch mindfully.

I thank the universe for their exquisite beauty.

Sometimes they sing silent psalms

and I am reminded of my mom, how she would talk to her plants;

she believed they had a heart and listened.

Now I am the one who listens

with the hope that they will tell me

the miracle will be soon.

What makes you happy? You will make me very happy if you submit a comment or response. Have a beautiful day!

Back Again!

It has been a while since my last post. Family illness and life consumed most of my time. I hope to get back into the rhythm of writing poems and painting which are the two things I love the most. I did keep a journal where I jotted my deep thoughts, some short poems, and quips and quotes I come across. Today I want to share a poem I wrote recently.

When Sadness Stares You in the Face

Sadness crept up behind me

as I looked into the mirror

It stared me in the face

I could feel its heartache

as if it were mine.

It told me sorrow never stands alone

It pierces the soul

It wails and deafens

But that fact does not make it proud.

I stared at it for a while

and then I decided to ignore it

I wished away its dysphoria, and the despondence

I challenged the bleakness

and it finally disappeared

Only my reflection remained

and the sun’s evening rays beamed through

I knew then that hope was on its way.

Asking you for prayers

I was a little hesitant

to open up my heart

and ask you for your prayers

but a great love of my life

brings me to this plea

because a prayer to me

is a force unlike any other

almost as powerful as poetry

I believe God will be listening

as I have asked you unpretentiously

to join me in prayer for the healing

of a person so dear to me.

I will be forever grateful

to you all

and to the Lord above.

listen to the river

“The river has great wisdom and whispers its secrets to the hearts of men.”

– Mark Twain

Image by Hardebeck Media from Pixabay

How important is it,

if I had a song?

My very own song,

A song to praise Mother Earth!

Would I be dancing on my own,

without a care in the world?

Listen to what

the magical tune of the river tells us

The message is hopeful


in this time of so much confusion.

You may still hear some craziness.

You may still feel like you are in the dark.

Yet, if you are still, and listen carefully

the magical tune of the river will whisper

And Peace will be your song.

I wonder

“Ring out the thousand years of old. Ring in the thousand years of peace.” -Alfredo Lord Tennyson

I should have sketched their faces

when nothing else but a perfect conformity existed

I should have written down somewhere

the wisdom of their words

I should have listened more intently and mindfully

to their humorous quips

I wonder what else I may have missed

I never asked how they met

I wonder about their childhood dreams

Were they fulfilled or deferred?

I should have memorized

the contours of their faces

and the soft lines

that defined their hard work.

I wonder if they feared

leaving me behind to wonder.

I wonder.

I wonder.

A potpourri of poem titles

Here is a potpourri of the titles of my favorite poems. CHALLENGE: Post the first few lines in the comments. I look forward to seeing how many are familiar to all of you.

Nothing gold can stay

Still I rise

Life is fine

Winter to Spring

God’s World

Do not go gentle into that good night

because i could not stop for death

My heart leaps up


On Children

Mother to Son

I carry your heart with me


The second coming

If you forget me

Oh Captain, My Captain

I wandered lonely as a cloud

I’m nobody

There are so many others but the list would be endless. I thank my wonderful teachers that introduced to poetry. My father loved poetry and taught to read poetry aloud in order to make sense of the poems I could not really understand. I hope these titles inspire you to read aloud. Remember poetry is life and life is poetry.

By Melba Christie

A poet is a little god

I was thinking about a poet I love who definitely filled this description. Happy Poetry Month!

Poemattic: Poetry and Art for the Soul

Someone once told me

a poet is a little god

inside your heart

who listens

when your heart sings

and knows more things

about you

than you know

about yourself.


A poet is a little god

who helps you to feel deeply

emotions you never felt before.


A poet is a little god

who brings you inspiration

and the perfect combination

of words and rhyme

to a love poem

for the person you adore.


A poet is a little god

who spreads so much love

and makes

what you thought

was impossible – happen

with a little help from the heavens above.





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When you know you are a poet – Maybe?

“To a Poet nothing can be useless.” – Samuel Johnson

You know you are a poet

when words wiggle their way into your heart;

You know you are a poet

when you celebrate yourself and sing yourself;

You know you are a poet

when you remember the many lives

you have walked through;

You know you are a poet

when simple things become complex and miraculous;

You know you are a poet

you hear the heart beats of another poet;

You know you are a poet

when time is timeless

and every season

is a poem in the making.

Image by Ri Butov from Pixabay

When Poetry Lives in your heart

When poetry lives in your heart

there is so much love to impart

the imagination grows

like cherry blossoms in the spring

but your muse will never know

how divine His work of art

and how many souls began to sing.

One line will not fall apart

and forever will be remembered

Life is poetry; and poetry is life, my friend!

The rhymes, metaphors and meter

will stay with us until the end.

ode to beverly Cleary

Childhood memories abound

and then I look around

to picture my old neighborhood now so far away

I ask the visions of then to stay

Nostalgia remembers all the faces

and all the wonderful places

we would walk to without fear

because everyone knew your name

But Beverly now things have changed so much

we can no longer hand shake or even touch

Now many eyes are always filled with tears

and We the kids that loved your books

ask if anything will ever be the same

I once thought I would meet Ramona

because she was so real to me

The girl everyone said was a pest

but for me she was the best.

Beverly, you’ve given us all so much joy;

for me, your books were better than a toy.

I passed down Dear. Mr. Henshaw

to so many of the kids I knew

some of your stories still ring true.

So today I get to write about a writer

I have loved so dear

throughout so many years

And soon my grandchildren

will get to know you too.

Rest in Peace!

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