Melba Christie at Poemattic

Poetry and Art for the Soul

Little Debut


Small feet step on cue

first recital, a big hullabaloo.

Grandma so proud;

Her excitement is hard to subdue.

 

Tickets sold out for the mini venue,

where her first grand daughter,

will make her debut

dancing with the four-year old crew.

 

Grandpa so proud

he claps real loud

some in the audience

shush him and say, “shoo”

but no one dared to say, “boo”

Today is so special;

a day we will never forget.

Little feet step on cue

on the best day yet.

 

 

 

Deep Sadness


I watched this young boy declare

on live National TV

that he was prepared to go down fighting

he picked up a bat;

thinking he could fight off

a killer with a gun.

Did not catch his name

but I will never forget his sweet face.

This statement saddened me so much.

My guess is that he was maybe ten years old at most.

 

Tragedy by gunfire once again

entered a habitat of learning,

A charter school,

and robbed youngsters of their childhood once again

and ripped them of their innocence once again.

 

Deep sadness!

Fifteen shootings and only

19 weeks of school!

2 weeks, 2 shootings, and two brave young men murdered.

Deep sadness!

Rage, Prayers and We continue to just watch.

Evil!

More prayers!

When?

Where?

How many more?

Deep sadness!

Deep Sadness!

 

  • “Now comes the pain of truth, to whom ’tis pain;

o folly! for to bear all naked truths,

and to envisage circumstance, all calm, 

that is the top of sovereignty.”

                       John Keats

 

 

A Little Boy Goes


In man’s search for meaning

a little boy goes

hoping that someday he

will find his very own

Soon finding he is not alone.

 

His dream is for someday

to reach a star

not at all concerned

about how high or far

 

asking endless questions about

who, what and why?

He mostly wants to know

why we all must die.

 

In man’s search for meaning

a little boy goes

hoping that someday he

will find his very own

All he longs for is to be free

and that world peace

is our destiny.

 

OMG Is this Song About Me?


Oh my, this song is about me

my heart exposed completely

like on a MRI

the image clear

showing the tears

lodged inside.

 

Oh my, this song is about me

the lyrics tell our story

like the precious moments

because you are all I need to get by.

 

Oh my, this song is about me.

reminding me of that very first love

that seemed endless from the beginning

when you held me like

you would never let me go

and all I needed to know

was my lonely days are over.

 

Oh my, this song is about me.

bringing it home to me

because it’s so true

I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day

I’ll love you for a thousand years

you always manage to take away my fears.

 

Oh my, this song is about me.

Before the day I met you, life was so unkind

But you’re the key to my peace of mind.

where it began I could not begin to knowing

But then I know it’s growing strong

I know the best is yet to come.

 

Attributions:

Neil Diamond

Aretha Franklin

The Temptations

Christina Perri

Diana Ross

Lionel Richie

John Denver

Rox

 

 

A Found Poem – Closing National Poetry Month — Melba Christie at Poemattic


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A Found Poem Flightless wings know very well Authenticity lives in death The song of May reminds us that Mother’s Day is near and a Mother’s fear grows more today Because The Promised Land no longer sows Bluebells in the sunshine Beside the old Trail of Hope Where I used to collect my […]

via A Found Poem – Closing National Poetry Month — Melba Christie at Poemattic

If you understand others you are very smart


This is a poem I came across and I loved the title.

 

If you understand others you are smart,

If you understand yourself you are illuminated

If you overcome others you are powerful.

If you overcome yourself you have strength

If you know how to be satisfied you are rich.

If you can act with vigor, you have a will.

If you don’t lose your objectives you can be long-lasting.

If you die without loss, you are eternal.

Wow! I may be half there.

 

A Found Poem – Closing National Poetry Month


 

A Found Poem

 

Flightless wings

know very well

Authenticity

lives in death

The song of May

reminds us

that Mother’s Day

is near

and a Mother’s fear

grows more today

Because

The Promised Land

no longer sows

Bluebells in the sunshine

Beside the old Trail of Hope

Where I used to collect

my dreams one by one

But despite the awful things

That spread on fields of my mind

I am not obedient;

Conformity is not my thing

I Pray.

I pray for kindness.

and want to spread the word.

Life is Good!

Lift your voice and sing!

Tomorrow will be May again:

Flowers scheduled to be in bloom,

let us forget the words of doom.

And for those who predict only gloom,

Just remember,

Tomorrow is another day.

and soon it will be Mother’s Day!

Let us rake the fears away.

 

As I mentioned in the video I created this Found Poem inspired by some of the titles, words and phrases used in the posts of my fellow bloggers at WordPress.

Attributions:

Pat Cegan

Ricardo Sexton

The Moral Traveller

John Coyote

Liz Bard

The Poet’s Corner

 

A Poem A Day


A Supermarket in California (An excerpt) by Allen Ginsberg

What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I  walked down  the side streets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon.

In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the Neon fruit  supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!

What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes! – and you, Garcia Lorca, what were you doing  down by the watermelons?

Allen Ginsberg was The Beat Poet. The Beats especially Allen Ginsberg painted a dark picture of their truth about American life in the years after WWII. “Ginsberg and his friends believed that spiritual life was essential to a person’s existence: Beat is short for beatific or holy.”

 

A Poem A Day


As we soon close the National Month of Poetry, I hope that we can continue to use poetry as a way to make someone happy, heal emotional pain, invoke a love for others, breed tolerance, and give voice to our hearts.

Thanks to all those bloggers who have re-blogged some of my poems and posts and have commented on my posts. Thanks for your continued support. We all have a wonderful opportunity to inspire and provide insight. I follow some pretty great blogs on WordPress. They make my day when I am down and motivate me in many ways. So thank you.

 

Here is my Poem A Day for today

 

Fire and Ice by Robert Frost

Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I’ve tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice

 

Audio of the Poem

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/play/77065

Fire and Ice : A Contradiction

This poem reminds me of my seventh grade English teacher. She would make us memorize poems which according to her would enrich our souls. Robert Frost became one of my favorite poets from that point on.

Robert Frost was important to American poetry during the first half of the twentieth century because he maintained traditional meter, structure, and themes during a time when modernism was the dominant poetic mode. He was a popular poet, but he never sacrificed his art for that popularity.

 

 

 

 

 

I HATE TO TALK ABOUT HATE


I want to make clear that my blog’s purpose is to present positive and inspiring poetry and art. That is my goal all the time. But today I hate the idea that I have to address the crazy hate manifested in the attacks on places of worship. Enough is enough. I also just learned this morning on a news show that a girl is in a coma after a person filled with hate decided to run over a group of people with his car.

Therefore, I need to talk about hate. I hate to talk about hateful behavior and give the hateful and vicious people that inflict pain, injure and kill the spotlight. It seems we always have an excuse for violent events or worse find a way to ignore the signs of hateful behaviors. It may sound naive but I prefer to talk about love and beautiful human interactions.

Frankly, my motivation for writing this post is my nanahood. I am a grandmother. I fear for the future of all children listening and watching the horrors of hatred, bigotry and injustice. Children are listening and watching even when we may think they are not paying attention. They are also asking questions.

The narrative is clear; we do not have to be divergent thinkers to understand that hate is present everywhere. It is expressed via all media. I mean I guess one can hate some things and that it would probably be a good thing. But sometimes we go too far to even hate the things we are suppose to hate.  This even sounds almost contradictory.

When I was growing up I was not allowed to say I hated anything, especially, when it came to food. I could not say for example, that I hated broccoli or spinach. I remember my older sister telling me she was punished for saying she hated her teacher. I mean who hasn’t at least thought in silence that they hated their teacher or broccoli for that matter.

So is it that the word hate is inadequate to describe what is happening in our country? All crimes are provoked by some kind of hate. Is it a question of semantics? Should we just call it what it is? Should we be more explicit and call hate racism or fascism? Should we call people evil? Are not some of these acts evil? What are the adequate words to describe inhuman behavior?

We label these deadly acts of violence as anti-this or anti-that, but aren’t they sheer cruelty and barbaric acts? I am tired of the labels and the synonyms we use to condemn these acts. I am sick of conforming to the notion that a conversation about this terror has to be more wide-spread. I hear people say we must continue the conversation. I think is started decades ago. We are privy to the fastest systems of communication. The conversation must turn into action. The question is what kind of action and who should initiate it.

We can speak out and pray all we want but what we need are real solutions. I don’t like the justifications we are given. The headlines or breaking news depict these horrific events as copycat acts. The culpable are either radicalized people or demented freaks. The reality is that anyone who plans a massacre or terrorizes a community is simply not right.

We must realize that indifference is the opposite of love. Hate is not just a word and neither is love for that matter. Divisiveness is a distinct and purposeful way to continue to attract more disruption and chaos.  Yes some people feel left out and disfranchised. We must do something about inequality. We must do something to help those who are desperate and mentally ill. We have failed as a nation in this regard.

I implore you to be a part of the solution. Each of us has the power to talk to each other, tell it like is and call out what is simply just wrong. Each of us can be the example of truth and love. Each of us can effect real change. I place my bet on you, the you individually and the you collectively who knows that we need to pull together now. We cannot wait one minute longer.

Pardon my selfishness but I want a world that my grandchildren will feel safe in and will be hatred free. Utopian perhaps. Hopeful, I try to be. Use this hashtag and join me in giving grandmothers a little hope. #Peaceforallnanas!

 

 

 

Happy Birthday to the Bard of Stratford upon Avon


“Every year a unique event takes place in Stratford-upon- Avon to mark the birth of the world’s greatest playwright. The Birthday Celebrations are a tradition going back nearly 200 years and are held on the weekend.” His name is William Shakespeare.

Sonnet 30

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste.
Then can I drown an eye unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night,
And weep afresh love’s long since cancelled woe,
And moan th’ expense of many a vanished sight.
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o’er
The sad account of fore-bemoanèd moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restored, and sorrows end.

 

Ideas Not!


“Don’t think!

Thinking is the enemy of creativity. It is self-conscious

and anything self-conscious is lousy

you can’t try to do things; you simply must do them.”

– Ray Bradbury

 

Imagine no ideas

Distinguished thinking not allowed

divergent thoughts detoured

Euridites not accepted

Audacity destroyed

sublime connections disconnected

 

imagine no ideas

discussions void of mindfulness

Einstein who?

The Theory of Everything,

What on earth does that mean?

words ambushed by stupidity,

Epitaphs blank, bleached

 

Imagine no ideas

no logical steps

no reasoning,

naked moments,

empty poems,

censure,

real fake news.

I cannot imagine.

 

Oh my, I must have dozed off.

I just thought of this great idea!

 

 

On Writing A Poem – A Poem A Day


 

                                       

                  On Writing a Poem

When I write a poem

The words leap from my heart

At least for the most part

Sometimes they prance into my brain

swaddled in deep emotions.

 

It may be that they simply trot into my soul

this is when spiritual energy takes its toll

Sometimes they appear to describe

a wrenching feeling,

or crushing sadness.

 

Many times

the word skip to inspire

and make me giddy

full of hope

and elated.

 

I hate when they sneak up on me

making me quiver with fear

swirling anxiety around me.

 

When I write a poem

I try to be free

to feel every moment

to be in the now

to cherish the present.

 

When I write a poem

I just look at the view

focus on nature

and the beauty of

being alive.

When I write a poem

One thing is affirmed;

Life is poetry and poetry is life.

 

 

 

 

 

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