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Poetry and Art for the Soul

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.

 

 

 

 

 

Release Stress


naturalbydesign

It is essential to take time to release the stress in our lives. There is no doubt that the stress that builds up in your body can cause  illness and even premature death. Take time to look at nature and reflect about your purpose. Find the connection between you and nature. Surrender to the idea that you are a part of it and it is a part of you. Read the quote below. I would love to know what you think about it.

“Climb the mountains and get their tidings. Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their freshness into you, and the storms their energy, whiles cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn.”  – John Muir

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A Poem A Day – This Ocean Knows


“Individually, we are one drop.
Together, we are an Ocean.” 
― Arshdeep Singh Samrala

This ocean knows

                                                   the secrets of my soul

I wonder where they all will go

                                                    raging by the gusty wind

                                     the waves roll in

a soothing sound

                                A white blanket of froth forms;

                                                                A sense of nostalgia gushes through my body;

Peace surrounds me again

Intimate and majestic

Pure, Tranquil , Mindful

all fears

disappear.

The ocean whispers

                                                                                              confidentially,

                                                                                     “Your secrets are safe, my dear.”

                                                                         

                                                                                             -Melba Christie

Ah Spring! _ A Poem A Day


Pansies stained of crimson

and purple

a sure sign of nature’s healing power

 

Sweet peas sing spring

a sun kissed lovely flower.

Daffodils spread

and smiles grow

when tulips stand tall

and the Ranunculus dazzles us

with it’s colors of pastel

 

clusters of forsythia brighten the afternoon

Peonies captivate the senses

along with the perfume of gardenias

 

What a celebration

to remind us

of the resurrection!

 

 

 

 

 

A Poem in Your Pocket Day


Poets.org sponsors Poem in You Pocket Day (which was celebrated today) and which offers a wide variety of poems to use for the celebration of the day. Someone surprised me today with a beautiful poem she had written about the latest acts violence and terror  that caused chaos in the city of Boston. She did want me to post it but the truth is that the poem was written with her heart. To those of you who read a poem to someone today I applaud you. Here is a poem I wrote:

A muse lives in the silence of a busy mind

where dreams connect to each other

and daffodils dance

a centipede relaxes and kicks off its shoes

to listen to the hummingbird  who seemed amused

A muse lives in the silence of a busy mind

and eavesdrops in on a conversation with itself

where there is talk of rebellion

just because.

and it decides instead to go to bed.

Melba Christie

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