12 Favorite Quotes to Write by in 2014


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I found an old notebook as I was trying to give some order to the stuff that is stored in the attic. I always sit as comfortably as possible when this happens because I end up reading the whole notebook in remembrance of things past.

These are quotes I had jotted in some entries and they added up to twelve of my favorite quotes about thinking and writing. Most of them are by my favorite poets and writers. I decided I would use them to remind me of what will be most important throughout this brand new blogging  year.

I hope you find some worthy of adopting for your use.

1. “A poem is never finished only abandoned.”

– Paul Valery

* I found a few poems I abandoned and will work on them again.

2. “As for style of writing, if one has anything to say, it drops from him simply and directly, as a stone falls to the ground.”

– Henry David Thoreau

3. “The act of writing is the act of discovering what you believe.”

– David Hare

* This has been so true for me personally.

4. “When everyone is against you, it means that you are absolutely wrong – or absolutely right.”

– Albert Guinan

5. ““Every secret of a writer’s soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind, is written large in his works.”
– Virginia Woolf

*Her life too.

6. “How do I know what I think until I see what I say.”

–  E. M. Forster

7. “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside of you”

– Maya Angelou

8. ““Delay is natural to a writer. He is like a surfer — he bides his time, waits for the perfect wave on which to ride in. Delay is instinctive with him. He waits for the surge (of emotion? of strength? of courage?) that will carry him along.”

– E.B. White

9. “If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.”

– Emily Dickinson

10. “Better than a thousand hollow words, is one word that brings peace.”

– Buddha

* I try to write with this purpose.

11. “To live a creative life we must first lose the fear of being wrong.”

– Joseph Chilton Pearce

* Fear does take over sometimes. It is usually the fear that was instilled in me by my seventh grade teacher. I always her voice inside my head. “Be clear and precise and for heavens sake be careful with your grammar.

12. ““There is something delicious about writing the first words of a story. You never quite know where they’ll take you.”

– Beatrix Potter

* I loved her books as a kid.

Happy Blogging!

Melba Christie

 

 

 

 

Poetry Challenge – Write a Holiday Tanka Poem


I have participated in several challenges offered by WordPress bloggers. This week I decided to present a challenge. The challenge is to write a tanka Poem. What is a tanka?

According to Poets.org:

“The Japanese tanka is a thirty-one-syllable poem, traditionally written in a single unbroken line. A form of waka, Japanese song or verse, tanka translates as “short song,” and is better known in its five-line, 5/7/5/7/7 syllable count form.”. – See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/5793#sthash.AXxXZdvi.dpuf

Please post your poem and write Tanka Challenge in the Title. Then, comment on my holiday tanka with your tanka’s  title and your web address so I can read your poems. I am looking forward to your participation. In the meantime, Happy Holidays to all my readers and followers.

Glimmering lights

Tis the Season

Glimmering lights

dance to celebrate

the holidays

and the joy of a new year

and everyone

is ready for all the cheer.

                                                                                                                    Melba Christie

There is a Paradise of Words



Paradise of words

There is a paradise of words
brilliant, exceptional, enchanted
Some still unimaginable
Full of pleasures beyond feeling
to be owned by only a few of us
who understand their delight 
and the sensation words bring to the soul
words meant just for you or me
perhaps intentionally 
on purpose

I love all words 
I love when they decide to dwell inside 
my heart and mind
but most especially
I love the adjectives

I love words 
when they finally find each other
and mesmerize the poet
captivate the playwright
court the novelist
or muse the songwriter

I love the words that question
the impossible, the self, the irrational

I know I may never meet you all 
or feel your intensity and strength
or understand your significance
in my lifetime

But my vow today:
is to seek you
attract you to my poetry
and love songs
so that hopefully
I am remembered.

A poem using movie titles of the 70’s


We could not believe
Woodstock
was on the big screen
as it turns out, so was
The Go-Between
Some of us were
Lovers and Others Strangers
 
The Wild Child
never knew about the dangers
of having no
Bed and Board
There was little
we could afford
 
Three Sisters                                                                                                                           
made love
to all                                                                                                                                         
The Boys in the Band
 
A First Love
was hard to understand
 A true
Love Story
 who knew that
Ryan’s Daughter was                                                                           
A Virgin and a Gypsy
No doubt
A Catch 22
 
The People Next Door
The Aristocrats in town
some begged a smile
and all of them frowned
 
Joe, their neighbor, was
The Man Called Horse
He was also
The American Soldier
who spoke up that day
and yelled without remorse                                                                                                      
 Start the Revolution Without Me
 
And deep in the imagination
Beneath the Planet of the Apes
 there was no escaping
The Owl and The Pussycat
 
Imagine that
these movies all happened
the year of my graduation
when nothing was left to the imagination
 
yet we all wondered how the heck
Cotton Comes to Harlem
116th Street to be exact
Good Old Ben Franklin                                                                                                                                  
 
to be exact
 
And as the song says
On a Clear day You Can See Forever
the End of the Road
or the light in the tunnel
For the Great White Hope
That is a fact!
 

Melba Christie (c) 2013

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Cover of Start the Revolution Without   Me
Cotton Comes to Harlem (novel)
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what is a poem?


 

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A poem is defined as expressive language. It is an art form that allows for free verse. Poems are musical and rhythmic and uses sounds and imagery to convey meaning. Poems use metaphors and similes and they can create a very intimate conversation between the poet and the reader.

 

The following is a poem about poems.

 

Poems are words a poet collects

 

to convey messages hard to forget

 

or to tell a truth so there are no regrets.

 

 

 

Poems are stored in the heart and soul

 

of poets waiting for their muses to call

 

Poems flow like rivers through the mind

 

and words can be sweet and sometimes unkind

 

 

 

And if there is a cause

 

that needs to be fought

 

A poem can manage

 

and never be caught

 

without a deep thought

 

to stimulate thinking

 

elevate the spirit,

 

and comfort the soul.

 

 

 

A poem is created with lots of care

 

A poet knows

 

no coincidence there

 

the words embrace

 

emotions and fears

 

to make us so happy

 

we can burst into tears

 

 

 

What is a poem?

 

you tell me.

 

for me it’s all that I see

 

smell, hear, taste

 

and touch

 

and everything life offers me

 

that I love so much.

 

 

 

By Melba Christie (c) 2013

 

 

 

 

 

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Poets are Everywhere


 

Poets are Everywhere

 

 

 

                        Poetry is life and a poet can be found anywhere. It is so delightful when poets are appreciated and celebrated.  Poets interpret life for us on every level. In my earlier post I highlighted Michael Hoppe and his musical repertoire inspired by some of the best poets. I look for this inspiration everywhere I go and it does not fail; I manage to connect to that magical world each time. This place is such a place.

Melba Christie (C) 2013

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A Poem to Celebrate


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(c) Melba Christie

A Poem to Celebrate 

Today and only today

for now anyway

I want to celebrate

my life.

I want to celebrate right now

who I have become

who I was

and who I am right this very minute.

Why?

because it is easy to forget these things.

because we forget that life is too short;

I want to celebrate my life right now.

This poem is to celebrate

the now

this very instant

the essence of this second

the miracles that happen within a minute’s time

like the birth of a child

or the reviving of a life.

I want to celebrate the number of breaths

that have been programmed just for me.

We are all given a only certain number

of breaths during our lifetime.

I want to celebrate the first and the last one now.

I cannot remember the first and do not know when the last will be.

I want to celebrate

my poems

the letters that gave life to my words

the thoughts that gave life to me

and the force

that made me think about

who I am now.

I want to celebrate

today and only today

for now anyway

my life

what I celebrate tomorrow

will depend on today.

“Find the narrow gate that leads to life.” It is called the now.Narrow your life down to this moment. (Tolle, 1999)

Source: The Power of Now: A Guide to Spiritual Enlightenment by Eckhart Tolle

A poem inspired by inspirational titles of poems that inspired my life


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I have continued to ponder about what inspires me and what inspires my writing. Sometimes what inspires me is a simple line in a poem or narrative. Sometimes it’s the title of a poem. Some poems stay with us forever. You may have read them just at the most proper moment in your life. Maybe a teacher read it in a way you would never forget it. The poem that follows is a poem inspired by inspirational titles. (At least to me they were inspirational.)  There are hundreds of others I can cite. The titles have been italicized. You may recognize some of the poets. Do not forget I love your comments. Please let me know what inspires you to write.

It’s all I have to bring today

can you tell what it is?

it’s …

The Look 

you say,

well by the way you’re right.

I could not stay away

so I took

The Road Not Taken

by the others for

fear of rejection.

Our love is unique

Now and Forever

in Dreams

and in all the hours of the day

The Layers

of moments spent

making it work

Our love, my love is here to stay.

When I Consider Everything that Grows

I know

that nothing is impossible

because …

there are always Miracles

to count on

Oh Me! Oh My!

Life is good!

Source: Poets.org

Poets Cited: Shakespeare, Whitman, Dickinson, Hughes, Frost, Teasdale, and Kunitz. 

I would love to hear from you about what inspires you. 

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

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

 

Langston Hughes


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I fell in love with this poem the moment I read it. Langston Hughes is one of my favorite poets. I love the rhythm and the images.

Mother to Son 
 
Well, son, I’ll tell you:
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
It’s had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
Bare.
But all the time
I’se been a-climbin’ on,
And reachin’ landin’s,
And turnin’ corners,
And sometimes goin’ in the dark
Where there ain’t been no light.
So, boy, don’t you turn back.
Don’t you set down on the steps.
‘Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.
Don’t you fall now—
For I’se still goin’, honey,
I’se still climbin’,
And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.

Happy Birthday Poemattic!


I cannot believe that almost a whole year has passed since I wrote my  first post for Poemattic. One hundred and eighty-one posts later, I feel like I have shared so much with my faithful 101  followers thus far. I have learned so much from other WordPress bloggers . It is like I have taken a year-long course. I want to thank all my followers. Every time I receive a new comment or see that little orange star on my dashboard my spirit is lifted.

I have tried to get some of you to take part in a few challenges. I hope that I am able to create more ways to get you to interact. The purpose of Poemattic was to create a space for you to share original or very favorite poems. I am hoping to be considered for Freshly Pressed Award.

I will start posting original recording of my poems. I love reciting and during National Poetry Month this year I will launch a page with audio-recordings of my poems.

Please continue to visit Poemattic. I love the company and feel Like I am a member of a very special community.

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Remembered


Remembered

 

How do you want to be remembered?  asked the poet

There were three poets, one doctor and two teachers present to respond to the poet’s question.

Finally after a long silence and obvious pondering the doctor says, “I want to be remembered  as someone who took my oath seriously.

One poet said, ” I want to be remembered as a poet who wanted to promote peace.”

The other poet said, “I will be remembered as the king of the couplet.”

The remaining poet said, ” I hope people will remember me as the simple poet.”

Then the two teachers looked at each other politely and gestured one another to speak first.

After a few seconds one teacher speaks. “I want to be remembered for my patience,” she said.

The other teacher remains pensive for a few more seconds. She says, “I hope that the students I was not able to reach somehow know that

I am deeply sorry I was not able to reach them. I hope they finally know that my heart-felt their pain and that I wished I could have been a

better teacher to them.”

A few weeks ensued and the poet learns that the teacher had passed away. He was so moved by what she said that he decides to write her a

poem.

Here is the poem:

You made a mark

inside my heart

many years ago

removed my fears

and washed away my tears

 

you tried so hard

to make me see

and helped me to believe in me.

 

your love for poetry

inspired me to write poems

my rhyming thoughts

 

you did not see

the you you left in me.

You set me free with the poetry

you read so beautifully.

 

you thought I was not looking

you thought I was not listening

I hope you know

you could not have been a better teacher

you soothed my pain

and will remain

in my heart forever.

 

 

 

 


What is it?

I must have been focused on something else when I took this photograph. I cannot remember what I wanted to photograph. I  do not know why I ended up with this image. Since we are a few days away from Halloween I thought I’d post the photo. If you think you know what the image in photo might be, please let me know. I have reread some of Edgar Allan Poe‘s stories. It might be him with a top hat. I have always loved his short stories. My favorite is the Cask of Amontillado and the Pit and the Pendulum.  What are your favorites? Please send me your responses before October 31, 2012. I have included some excerpts from some of Poe’s poems which I love as well.

 

Annabelle Lee

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Edgar Allan Poe – The Raven – Basil Rathbone by poetictouch