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Soft Commotion and 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.
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When We Listen
When We listen
When we listen
we can hear the unspoken words
of the sages of the future
when we listen
the songs of the crickets
are meant to heal our souls
when we listen
we can decipher
the secret whispers
of the butterflies
Photo by Melba Christie
When we listen
we can hear
the heart strings of a young lover
strumming like an acoustic guitar
when we listen
we can hear
the harp of our soul
playing an opus
to help us become
more aware of who we are
when we listen
there’s no telling
what sounds will resonate
to help us appreciate
the life we take for granted
all the more.
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My Mind
My mind drifts often
Like snow does in a winter storm
It takes short walks to get energized
When it returns
It reminds me of the sweet things in life
It does not allow me to think about the
Times of strife and suffering and of when
Sometimes my soul was not a soul
My mind escapes me occasionally;
It takes vacations to exotic places,
Where everyone is so relaxed,
They forget they exist.
What a wonderful feeling that can be sometimes.
My mind fills with imagination;
It questions the questionable;
It rejects the rejection;
Without exception.
My mind builds mountains
On the dessert.
Makes the moon smile sometimes,
And grows tiger lilies on the side
Of a lonely road to keep it company
My mind
Yes, it is quite unique
Inventive, and sometimes absent
From reality and the truth.
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Nature Wins
One of our trees became branch-less after hurricane Sandy. the tree survived and this year a small branch gave birth to leaves. It seemed to me the tree was very proud. The leaves are now slowly turning. Once again the tree seems so proud. Or maybe it’s just my imagination.
Branch-less tree lives
Leaves appear defiantly
Nature wins!
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Existence
Existence
Where we are
by far
defines our existence.
But where are we really?
Are we here, in the now, in the present?
Or are we not in existence?
Are we in our own imagination?
A figment?
I like to think I am
inside this painting;
going around in circles
without a worry,
the universe embracing me
until I become a wave.
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Lavender in Stillness
The Power of Reading
Read my child
as much as you can
Read about other people
in far away lands
for it will expand your mind
and your heart
you will never be lonely
even when we are apart.
Read to know where you will stand
to make the world a better place
and build ideas upon demand
Read to discover yourself
and make of you a masterpiece
Read all the great books on the shelf
they will enrich your imagination.
Reading can take you to any destination
The power of reading is amazing
So read my child and you will see
You can create your own fascination.
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My Whimsical Park
NEW Listen to a recording of Whimsical Park by Melba Christie. Please Leave comments.
My whimsical park is the
wonderland where my inner child
dreams of tomorrow
even when tomorrow is already today.
Yesterday’s dream
goes back into the fertile
mind of a new dreamer
ready to imagine
the peaceful world
I have longed for
all my life.
My whimsical park,
playground for lovers
of nature,
sacred turf,
no forbidden fruit to pick,
just stillness and love
to gain.
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Shall We Dance
An Unexpected Visit from a Unicorn
In this poem I have used some nonsense words I made up.
The rain breeped through the lofty trees
on this clograyly fall day
The hardy mums left from the summer
were however happy that they had stayed.
Golinlimpling down the steep hill
sprinted a beautiful unicorn
eager to meet the lovers
just married in the storm.
The unicorn’s voice so sweet and spiritual
whispered secrets from the future
to the sweethearts and their guests
Sunflowers suddenly stood to attention
as the sun sneaked in from the east
a splendid day will be after all
let us feast, oh, let us feast!
The soul mates slowly strolled
into the certainty of their tomorrows;
the unicorn confided there would not be any sorrows.
The unicorn disappeared
No one has ever seen it since
the lovers are now married forty years
happy and content.
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When We Listen
When We listen
When we listen
we can hear the unspoken words
of the sages of the future
when we listen
the songs of the crickets
are meant to heal our souls
when we listen
we can decipher
the secret whispers
of the butterflies
Photo by Melba Christie
When we listen
we can hear
the heart strings of a young lover
strumming like an acoustic guitar
when we listen
we can hear
the harp of our soul
playing an opus
to help us become
more aware of who we are
when we listen
there’s no telling
what sounds will resonate
to help us appreciate
the life we take for granted
all the more.
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- Hearing You Loud and Clear: The Effect of Good Communication (workzone.com)
- Active Listening across Cultures (culturalsavvy.wordpress.com)
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Firm Persuasion
April is National Poetry Month. I will quote from the poets I love and whose verses have guided me through my own journey as a poet. Read a poem to someone you love.
“Does a firm persuasion that a thing is so, make it so? He replied, ‘All poets believe that it does. And in ages of imagination, this firm persuasion removed mountains; But many are not capable of a firm persuasion of anything.” – From the Marriage of Heaven and Hell by William Blake
Related articles
- National Poetry Month (poemattic.wordpress.com)
- Poetry Challenge for April (womenwritersofthetriad.wordpress.com)
- Is National Poetry Month An Oxymoron? – OpEd (albanytribune.com)
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Looking for A Place to Hide My Dreams
I need to find a special place
to hide my dreams away.
my memory has left me now
although I begged it to stay
nothing else remains that dear and
time has been so frivolous,
it can’t make up its mind
whether or not,
to stick around
and let me be the one to decide
as to whether
I want to stay
and remember
the moments
that mattered most
to us
like those dreams
I try to keep in a safe place
that never did come true
and are so hard for me to face.
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Masterpiece
Hidden in her tiny mind
a masterpiece is waiting
A crowd yells, “encore!”
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