The Words I Love #2

These are some of the words I truly love:

There’s gorgeous, grandiose, and green

then there’s soothe, silly, and savvy

and of course, omnipotent, and magnanimous

along with mini and mania,

but best of all are verbs

like kiss, kissing, and kissed.

These words I will forever miss.

Since this first poem I have added some more words I love.


There’s lenience, tolerance, and mercy

attention, expectation, phenomenon

unity, diversity, and harmony

humility, reverence and respect

but the best are verbs and acts of kindness

like love, loving, inspiring, and unifying

giving, caring, and keep

I deeply hope you got my gist

Let us stand up and help love persist.

Reasons for Writing a Poem

Melba Christie at Poemattic

10 Reasons for Writing a Poem

1. To tell someone how much you care

2. To describe something beautiful

3. To keep a memory alive

4. To instill courage

5. To help someone forget something dreadful

6. To tell it like it is

7. To help yourself figure it all out

8. To inspire

9. To keep your sanity

10. Just because…. 

 by Melba Christie

Photo by Melba Christie

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The Role of a Poet

Thinking of a few beloved poets: Emily Dickinson, Gwendolyn Brooks, Yeats, Poe, Christina Rossetti I continue to focus on the Role of the Poet and how I play that role.

Melba Christie at Poemattic

I often ask myself what is the role or job of the poet? Each time the response depends on what is happening in the world and in my personal life. I ask other poets the same question. Sometimes I wish I could ask my favorite poets, especially those who became well-known after they passed. I could imagine their reaction when they learn in their after life that people finally get and appreciate the poems they wrote.

As I pondered the question I went back to my collection of poetry books and looked for some insights.  Inspired by poet’s biographies and other readings, I wrote a poem that hopefully answers the question. I mean if you have ever asked yourself what is the role of the poet.

The Role of the Poet

I believe the world needs a poet more today

It needed one yesterday as well

because a poet is…

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The Death of a Poet


Today we mourn the passing of Keith Roach. Rest in Peace!

“We bid farewell to Keith Roach – poet, slammaster, mentor and teacher – who presided over our poetry slams and open mics for years. Keith inspired a generation of poets, and played a significant role in the advancement of slam poetry, as an art form and a movement. He will be greatly missed.”

Nuyorican Poets Cafe

Who mourns the death

of a poet?

Another poet does.

Although the poems remain

and the rhymes

access time

and resonate in the brain

The void left is great

A teacher, a mentor to many

The great noesis (1)

Powerful verbs and thoughts

to inspire the young poet

the slamming of  ideas into

the heart and soul


and will not be forgotten.

Who mourns the death

of a poet?

(1)  noesis, a rare noun that turns up in the field of philosophy and refers to the action of perceiving or thinking


First Stanzas

First stanzas in poetry hook me

every time

words magically gather

to engage my soul

to make me feel whole.

Herein is one favorite

first stanza

by the Bard of Avon

I quote him proudly

from his sonnet 73

“That time of year thou mayst in me behold

when yellow leaves, or none, or few do hang

Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,

Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.”

I feel myself age each day

there is still so much I need to say

I want to sing

among the fall’s orange leaves

I want to play

my piano in fortissimo

let the sound resonate

and get the message out

Let the craziness stop

Let there be peace.

Orange Leaf Tree



Purple Universe

My granddaughter loves the color pink

she says purple in such a cute way

for an almost three year old

she knows her colors very well

and enjoys sitting with me

to paint

circles and swirls

which she describes

as suns and the world.

What innocence and love

absolutely a gift from above.


I want a purple universe for her

and I hope she (every once in a while)

bumps into some pink too.


When I think of today’s world

the cruelty and violence

bigotry and indifference

bullying and hateful behaviors.

I fear for the future of our children


I hope the universe is purple one day

with a little bit of pink.

and full of mindful love.



Thinking about how so many people do not get how we are all affected and connected when bad and good things happen.

Melba Christie at Poemattic


when I think of oneness

my mind conjures up

all sorts of images and words to describe  it


only one,

not two,

only you,



just me,

just you,

one spirit,

the universe,

the whole,

but also a  part of the whole,

all of us somehow connected.


one being,

or even not being,

only one life,

only one death.

all things derived from one

1  x 1 equals one

all that is equivalent to one

my spirit

my soul,

my heart,

a single seed,

are all a part of my oneness.


we must all be

a part of the oneness.

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