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Poetry and Art for the Soul

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!

 

 

 

A Poem A Day #5


What is your Love Philosophy? I will share my poem later this month.

Love’s Philosophy

The fountains mingle with the river

And the rivers with the Ocean,

The winds of Heaven mix for ever

With a sweet emotion;

Nothing in the world is single;

All things by a law divine

In one spirit meet and mingle,

Why not I with thine?-

 

See the mountains kiss high Heaven

and the waves clasp one another;

No sister-flower would be forgiven

If it disdained its brother;

And the sunlight clasps the earth

and the moonbeams kiss the sea:

What is all this sweet work worth

if thou kiss not me?

 

Persey Bysshe Shelley, Romantic Poet

 

Percy Bysshe Shelley was born 4 August 1792 at Field Place, near Horsham, Sussex, England. The eldest son of Timothy and Elizabeth Shelley, he stood in line to inherit his grandfather’s considerable estate and a seat in Parilament. He attended Eton College, where he began writing poetry, and went on to Oxford University. His first publication was a Gothic novel, Zastrozzi (1810), in which he voiced his own heretical and atheistic opinions through the villain Zastrozzi. After less than a year at Oxford, he was expelled for writing and circulating a pamphlet promoting atheism.

“In the slightly more than four years before his death in a boat accident, Shelley published seven further volumes of poetry: Rosalind and Helen (which included “Julian and Maddalo” and “Lines Written among the Euganean Hills“) (1819); The CenciPrometheus Unbound; with Other Poems (which included “The Cloud” and his “Ode to the West Wind”); and Oedipus Tyrannus; or, Swellfoot the Tyrant, a satirical drama on the trial for adultery of Queen Caroline which was quickly suppressed (1820); Epipsychidion and Adonais: subtitled “An Elegy on the Death of John Keats” (1821); and Hellas (1822). Many other poems were left in notebooks, some (like the “Letter to Maria Gisborne” and “The Witch of Atlas,” both dating from 1820, and “The Triumph of Life,” left unfinished in 1822, were published among the Posthumous Poems put together by Mary in 1824. Still others (like the satire on Wordsworth, Peter Bell the Third) were held back, only to appear in her full-scale edition of her husband’s poetry published in 1839. His numerous prose works, such as the “Defence of Poetry” and his translation of Plato’s Symposium were brought out a year later, in 1840.

Shelley drowned in the Mediterranean Sea on 8 July 1822. After his body washed ashore near Viareggio, it was cremated according to the dictates of Italian law. His ashes were buried in the Protestant Cemetery (actually, Cimitero Acattolico or non-Catholic Cemetery) in Rome. In 1854, three years after Mary’s death a monument was erected in memory of both the Shelleys.”

*http://knarf.english.upenn.edu/PShelley/bio.html

 

We Are Who We Love And No One Can Change That


We are who we love and no one can change that.

We are a part of their souls;

We met somewhere in time;

And the memory remained.

 

We are who we love and no one can change that.

Our hearts knew each other before

we became earthly.

The awareness was purposeful.

The love was simply too great.

It could be said,

It was fate.

We are who we love and no one can change that.

Be glad who you are.

Love had all to do with it.

We are who we love and no one can change that.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hail to the Queen of Soul!


I was in fourth grade when my dad took me to the Apollo Theater in NYC. Little did I know then that I was listening to whom would be known as the Queen of Soul. As a teenager I sang many of her soulful songs. Of course,  R-E-S-P-E-C-T will never resonate the same. She taught a whole generation of young women about self worth and about standing up.

I played her CD of goose bump raising Gospel songs today. For the first time in a long time I felt a little more inspired although sad by the news of her passing. She was Amazing Grace. No one can or will ever sing America the Beautiful like her.

I hope we remember the importance of her legacy and also engrave in our minds and hearts that we need to love and R-E-S-P-E-C-T each other. May she rest in peace.

my new found poem – A Love Missed


Dear Readers:

Occasionally I come across a line or two that melt my heart. I often collect words, phrases and lines and use them in my poems. I found this lines and they served as my muse to write this poem. The attributions are below. Thanks to my fellow bloggers: Ricardo Sexton, John Coyote, Julio Jimenez and Charmed Chaos.

 

I need a wild heart

So do I

 

All I do lately is …

Draw your picture in my mind

The mind that teacher tried to change

When I told her I loved you

I need a wild heart today

Do you hear…

my whispers on the wind?

I pray that I will see you again someday.

 

I have not changed one bit

 Je n’ai pas changé. 

But I suppose you know

I am still the brown eyed girl

You sang to over the phone

 

We should have kept in touch

I did not have to find out

You passed so young

I need a calm heart now

Until we meet again

 

Attributions:

Charmed Chaos

Ricardo Sexton

John Coyote

Julio Jimenez

Gratitude


The above drawing is what gratitude represents to me. Today more than any other day I am truly grateful. My son and his family, other family members and friends are safe and sound from the destruction left behind by Hurricane Irma.
My deepest condolences to the families of those who lost their lives during this monster storm. I hope you are able to recover from your material losses.  I pray you can rebuild your homes. Keep the faith. This too shall pass.

 

My gratitude is a never ending cycle of love.

My gratitude sounds like cellos and arias as only Luciano could sing them.

My gratitude can fill the largest stadium with roses.

My gratitude stretches across the universe.

My gratitude is as great as all the stars shining bright at night.

My gratitude cannot be photographed, painted, sculpted, written, expressed in any way. It is unique.

My gratitude speaks all languages.

My gratitude transcends all faiths and ways of worship.

My gratitude is explicit and implicit.

My gratitude is full of love.

 

“Let’s Do It”


 

Reinventing yourself?
Are you the curious observer?
Are you the deep thinker?
Release those thoughts!
Instead be still and take in the view
Breathe deeply
Cultivate Calm
transcend the ordinary
Love self.
Love others selflessly
Love, Love, Love
all of nature knows the rules
all of nature knows how to do it
“let’s do it”
Let’s love each other
Like Cole Porter wrote,
“Even lazy jelly fish do it”
Reinventing yourself?
Just do it.
Love will make it happen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

8-21-2017


 

Today at noon London time

Big Ben bongs to announce

its retirement for a while

after all is said and done

the historic clock will be back in style.

 

Today at 2:44 PM New York time

where everyone

no matter where you are from

is in a New York State of mind

will gather to commune

with the sun and moon

witnessing a total eclipse of the sun

 

some may listen to the following songs

that reassure nothing will go wrong

tunes like:

Let the Sunshine In” or

“Here Comes the Sun”

will probably take top billing

 

I get goosebumps

and a real good feeling

I hope for the future to be bright

hopefully we can all make it right.

 

 

From Oregon to South Carolina

this unique celestial event

brings us together

in an almost spiritual sense

no matter what the cost or expense.

It is all that people talk about

I cannot wait to hear the hoorays and shouts

when Moon covers the sun 70 percent

the totality of love

for our universe will be expressed.

“A total eclipse of the heart”

Glory be!

Will the excitement

ignite compassion,

greater tolerance

and love for each other?

Let us wait and see.

 

Don’t Forget to Protect your eyes!!!  Happy Viewing! 

 

Compassion


We need more compassion!

Feeling for another

is not difficult;

if you know what it feels like

when someone has

co-sufffered with you.

 

We need more compassion!

Squeeze it out

from you heart and soul;

don’t worry,

you won’t run out.

More will be stored for you.

The process is innate;

fundamental,

essential,

in order to live life

fulfilled with purpose.

 

We all need more compassion!

Believe it or not,

having it and giving it

even has effects on the prefrontal cortex.

It’s scientific you see,

bringing about glee.

According to the dictionary

(open delight or pleasure; exultant joy; exultation)

is something we are ALL capable of.

 

We need more compassion!

Every faith knows it;

it is in our DNA ;

all we have to do is show it.

 

We need more compassion!

Become a stakeholder;

an investor, and or

a proprietor.

 

Compassion’s payoff:

multiple assets,

great dividends,

All add up to PEACE.

We all know we need that too.

 

Love Measured in Cupcakes


 

In memory of my dear aunt

She loved to bake

to bake was to show how much you loved someone

Most of all she enjoyed

the idea of inventing new recipes for cupcakes

After a long day at work

usually on a Friday night,

She would sit at her huge kitchen counter

to concoct her secret recipes:

  1. Blueberries, (when they were in season of course, frozen anything just did not make sense to her) bananas, crushed hazel nuts, and small bits of fresh coconut.
  2. Applesauce, and strawberries with walnuts and raisins
  3. Chocolate chip and pistachios mixed with raspberries

These were the ones I remember best.

She never wrote down her recipes

no one ever knew the proper ratios of the ingredients

But you could taste each one distinctly

when you took the first bite.

The cake would melt in your mouth

and a delicious almost sensuous thrill

would take over your taste buds.

We all felt like we should go to confession

before the Sunday mass.

Every time someone would ask her for a recipe, she’d reply, ” Can’t tell exactly how much of this or that or this other thing, but for sure my main ingredient is LOVE. my cupcakes are all LOVE.

We definitely felt the love;

it made our bellies grow;

it widened our waistlines;

and make us chuckle loudly, at least 10 decibels higher than usual.

Her cupcakes live in our memories now.

My cupcakes never measure up to hers.

Except, that I too,  make sure I have folded in

lots of love.

Without love cupcakes do not taste the same.

And what would this world be like without cupcakes?

 

Visit From An Ancestor


 

Grandmother was a young girl

when an ancestor visited her.

A gentle man from her third heritage

with a wooden flute in hand

played a pleasing tune

a soothing sound

to which she gently swayed.

She asked him where he’d come from,

and how he found his way,

He said a butterfly mapped the route

and he followed the nightingale’s song

but most of all it was the love

that still lived in our home.

 

His voice faded slowly away

and he suddenly disappeared

as mysteriously as he came.

 

The sun shone through

and she awoke

and nothing was ever the same.

Grandmother always said she’d hear

the flute in the distance every now and then.

Some days she’d secretly hoped he visit her again.

 

The day she passed I heard the flute

and a songbird sing softly in my ear.

I knew then everything would be fine.

Because love is what it is

and it lives right here with me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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