The Bugle Call

The Bugle Call

 

It is a melancholy,

yet a comforting sound,

a sobering Call

that announces the fall

of a gentle warrior:

a brave soul,

perhaps too young,

to know how finite,

the summons will be.

 

I hear that song again

repeating an inquisitive lyric

“War, what is good for?”

My response is always the same.

“Who knows?”

 

I wonder about him

all the time

that Unknown soldier

and the one I knew well too

who chose to be remembered

the next to last day in May,

waiting to be lifted

alone,

thinking,

hoping,

his last wish comes true.

In Memory of my nephew Ivan.

 

 

 

 

A Philosophy on Life By Sam Berns

This young man is amazing. Right now I have nothing to complain about. Yesterday I was asking myself the why questions. Being a worry wart, questioning is what I do. But this video (that by the way I happened to stumble upon accidentally) made me realize (as I ultimately always do) that I am so blessed. As a mother, this was a little difficult to watch. As an educator, I feel that everyone can benefit from the lesson Sam Berns delivers in his TEDx presentation. As a poet, I believe that this is an example of when life is poetry. Progeria is a very rare disease which affect only about “350 or so children in the world”. His philosophy is inspirational to say the least. I invite you all to watch and share this with your family and friends.
And paradoxically again I ask: Are you thinking what I’m thinking? I bet you do. God bless my children, grandchildren and all my family and friends. Thank you God for Sam Berns. May he rest in peace.

 

 

 

Are you thinking what I am thinking?

Are you thinking what I am thinking?
 
Today has been very perplexing.
Are you thinking what I am thinking?
I do not understand what is happening!
Are you thinking what I am thinking?
Someone requested that I not worry. Hah!
Are you thinking what I am thinking?
Yes often our minds are our worst enemy!
Are you thinking what I am thinking?
I am thinking that a lot of us are not thinking.
Are you thinking what I am thinking?
Well, you are right. I am thinking we need to get our thoughts
together and act for the good of us all.
Melba Christie
 
“You are today where your thoughts have brought you;
you will be tomorrow where your thoughts take you.”
                                                                – James Allen

Coming to America

I re-blogged this poem in honor of my mother. I can’t imagine what she would say about all that is happening right now. I hope she is not too worried.

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PHOTOS FOR KEEPS 465

Coming to America

She was only 18 years old

Her heart raced in her chest

like galloping stallions on the finca

they left on the island of emerald-green.

Soon their ship would pass by Lady Liberty;

All decks were packed with passengers

Some would salute proudly,

others knelt thankfully

as if at church,

but she simply held her breath

like when you get ready to

blow-up a balloon at a birthday party.

Her dreams danced in her head

like her favorite dancers Fred Astaire

and Ginger Rodgers.

She envisioned herself looking out

her bay window framed with lace curtains

as her two young girls jumped rope.

She imagined her Cape Cod home

surrounded by a three-foot white picket fence,

daffodils and daisies leaning comfortably against it.

That was her American Dream.

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She knew there was hard work ahead

No one said it would be easy

her heart reminded her everyday

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Loneliness

 

 

waiting wagon

Single and alone

Some call him

a rolling stone

 

doesn’t know why

the wind blows

but loves the sound

of chimes

as he watches the stars

and the evening moon

 

wonders about his death

someday

wonders if it will be on

a lonely Monday

and wants to be

carried on a long cart

back home

 

 

Found Poem #5

 

The following is another poem inspired by my fellow bloggers. Thanks for your beautiful posts. The attributions follow. Check out their beautiful work.

All is prayer

When thoughts are still

A rainbow of hope

Fills the sky

And I

Pray

 

All is prayer

And I am here

To tell you

We are one

 

All is prayer

Who am I but a body in time,

I ask the universe for love

I am a woman, an artist, a mother, a worker,

But I want to be like water

Flowing calming

And sometimes still

All is prayer

Let it be what will

 

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Spring is Here Again

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I hear the sounds of Spring

sounds that make me want to sing

the songs of yesteryear

to conjure memories so dear

I hear chimes resounding

as the gentle breeze visits

the music is outstanding

energizing the spirit

I hear the flowers bloom

silently and confident

they know somehow

their beauty will rid us of all gloom

Spring is here again

faithful like an old friend

bringing us happiness

with every bud that grows.

Welcome Spring!

I am so glad you are here!

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Remembered

After I wrote The Role of a Poet, I found this post that relates to the premise.

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Remembered

How do you want to be remembered?  asked the poet

There were three poets, one doctor and two teachers present to respond to the poet’s question.

Finally after a long silence and obvious pondering the doctor says, “I want to be remembered  as someone who took my oath seriously.

One poet said, ” I want to be remembered as a poet who wanted to promote peace.”

The other poet said, “I will be remembered as the king of the couplet.”

The remaining poet said, ” I hope people will remember me as the simple poet.”

Then the two teachers looked at each other politely and gestured one another to speak first.

After a few seconds one teacher speaks. “I want to be remembered for my patience,” she said.

The other teacher remains pensive for a few more seconds. She says, “I hope that the students I was not able…

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