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96 days – Some Truths


The truth is that truth must prevail.

Call out the lies when they first appear,

We cannot continue to live in fear:

Learn to discern the real from the fake.

Do some people really think that we are dumb for goodness sake?

Make good trouble as John Lewis famouly decreed.

Do not allow us to loose our deeds

to the republic and the freedoms so many have fought to conserve.

I will no longer be afraid. Knowing I have the power of the vote has cranked up my nerve;

Is not peace and tranquility what we deserve?

We owe it to our children, and to their children too.

Ninety-six days left to make up our minds and collect was is due.

Have you thought about what you will do, in the meantime?

I could think of a few things,

off the top of my head.

First, we have to abide by the rules to get rid of the deadly virus we call COVID.

We all need to be healthy and

keep our eyes on the prize.

A healed nation, united as one,

is the only way to get the job done.

God bless America!

The House We Live In – My apologies to Frank Sinatra


I have been wrestling with how to celebrate July 4th (243rd Birthday of America) with a poem. I recently heard Amanda Gorman, the National Youth Poet Laureate recite her Independence Day poem: Believer’s Hymn of the Republic on CBS. She will perform it again tonight  accompanied by the Boston’s Pops Symphony playing the “Battle Hymn of the Republic”. She became my inspiration.

I also remembered a song by Frank Sinatra my father loved and would play all the time called “The House I Live In”. I became a little sad and thought about what my dad would say about what is happening in our country these days.The country he loved so much. Both songs helped me compose my poem.

 

The House We Live In  by Melba Christie

 

 

Sometimes I wonder

If I have lost my way

Sometimes I do not know

what is the right thing to say

about the house we live in.

Is it just a plot of earth?

A main street without a name,

I so want to be so proud;

But sometimes I feel a little shame,

because children now fear

the playgrounds, some the faces that they see

the violence and the fights

Are not we all a part of the we.

What happened to the proud eagle’s flight?

Respect for each other’s views?

The howdy and the handshake are so rare and few

and the right to speak my heart out

what happened to all that too?

The house we used to live in

was roomy and very warm

we knew how to huddle together

with the menace of a storm.

The house we lived in was always great to me.

Not just a slogan or even a flag,

It was a very meaningful word – Democracy!

We live in a house

that needs a little repair.

A real truth, a love of liberty for all

the promise that we knew

“A House divided cannot stand”

I know that

so do you

it is about knowing

out of many we are one.

Let us continue to build

on the foundation that they

built 243 years ago.

A beautiful plot of earth

From sea to shining sea

all races, all religions

all genders

We all want to be free.

So let us join all our

great voices

let us get ready to sing

America the beautiful

Let freedom ring!

The answer to the question,

What is America to me?

The people, We The People!

We The People!

All races, all religions,

All the faces that I see

This

Is 

America to me!

Happy 4th of July!

And God Bless Us All!

And God Bless America!

 

 

 

 

Memories of the Fourth


 

The morning skies seemed brighter, bluer

as if they were getting ready

for the evening gala of fireworks.

 

Mrs. Johnson draped her front porch

with four crescent shaped old glories

one for each pillar of our democracy

signifying peace, honor, truth and justice.

 

It was day as sacred as any holy day

people believed in our purpose as a nation

and we celebrated surrounded by family and friends

and shared home made apple pie;

corn on the cob, hot dogs  and hamburgers

and somehow we knew

there would be more to come.

 

The radio played the National Anthem all day

Many would pledge allegiance

to become the new Americans

who came to fulfill lifelong dreams.

 

it did not matter what party you voted for.

The fourth of July

meant looking back on the one thing

every human being cherishes the most

our right to freedom and the pursuit of happiness.

God Bless America!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Soft Commotion and Jubilation


jubilation

Soft commotion

and jubilation

comes at a cost;

we must free ourselves

of negative thoughts;

even the ones we produce on our own,

certainly those grim ideas pronounced

on loud speakers by others.

It seems these days,

the loud speakers are louder than ever.

We know their truth and legitimacy.

there is no doubt.

FEAR suppresses the soul;

But I need a thousand colorful

and unbustable bubbles

to help me smile, sing,

and dance,

I need soft commotion and jubilation.

Don’t you?

Join me at least for today.

 

Numbers With Meaning


My tribute goes deep. One of my family members was first responder and we are grateful she is still in our lives. A couple of my former students at the time lost family members. A colleague lost his cousin. As everyone else, I remember vividly the events of the day. I can remember things I said, what I had for breakfast and the pounding of heart. It all started during the first period of the school day. I had to be strong for my students and the teachers under my supervision. I was not supposed to panic. I had to be strong for all of them. I remained as calm as I humanly could and tried to comfort the children who had been entrusted to me.

I did not breakdown until I returned home that evening and looked to the New York City skyline from my car to see the devastation. Although all I could see was smoke, I kept thinking of the people who lived in that area and all the lives lost. I thought about my old neighborhood and how terrified people must have been in those horrific moments. I thanked God that my family was safe. I recently visited the 9/11 memorial. It is amazing. It was very emotional and sad but at the same time I felt hopeful. I know we will never ever forget. I just pray that it gets better for all the family members who lost their loved ones. I did not realize or maybe I’d blocked out some of the facts of that day. Only six people survived. Most especially I was stunned to know that 11 unborn children had also perished. Now that I am a grandmother this fact is harder to accept. However, I believe with all my heart they are our angels of hope.

I did not write a poem this year but I focused on the numbers that appear in every newspaper, blog, flyer, book, and all accounts of that beautiful September day that became the most tragic day in the history of our country. May their souls rest in peace.

A candle in the wind God bless America.

Numbers with meaning

9/11

2001

8:45

1

767

11

20,000

80

110

18

9:04

2

767

175

60

9:45

5

757

77

125

64

15

200

10:30

93

40

500

5:20

7

4

1,800,000

2997

90

11

343

23

37

6

19

Freedom Tower

Water Falls

Day Three – Three quotes Challenge


Tree of Inspiration

Above is a drew on my iPad when I was looking ofr some kind of inspiration. I found the Chines proverb and drew the tree which I call:Tree of Inspiration.

       Here are the quotes to fulfill the three quote challenge.

“Joy is an internal process grounded in knowledge of spiritual truth, the ability to trust

the wisdom of the Divine, and faith in the perfect and perfecting process of life.”

– Lyanla Vanzant

“It is better in prayer to have a heart without words and words without a heart.”

-Mahatma Ghandi

“Allow your heart to sing and dance and kick off its shoes when you are lonely or fearful. A Divine feeling of freedom will keep you company instead.”

– Melba Christie

Olympic Fever


Citius altius fortius

Citius altius fortius (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Five rings commute to the heavens

announcing the great meeting of athletes

Olympia! Olympia!

Nations proud!

flags flare and unfurl

as champions chant

Citius, Altius, Fortius

Peaceful exhibition

of strength and character

Citius, Altius, Fortius

Cheers and tears

of glory

the best of human endeavor

celebrated

Can we keep the momentum?

Melba Christie

Fireworks


****************Fireworks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

manifest the destiny of our land

exhilarate the spirit of democracy

celebrate our human rights

motivate to raise the bar

Allow the fireworks: 

to stay in your heart,

to remind us we can always do better,

as individuals, as a nation 

“under God indivisible 

with liberty and justice for all.

Photos and Poem by Melba Christie

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