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A New Found Poem


A New Found Poem

To be honest

Now I can see

Magic and miracles

Our world,

Our Old world

Our New world

Will teach us lessons

We may not want see or understand.

A robin sang

to wake me up this morning

It shared a secret

From above

GOD IS IN THE RAIN!

It told me to

shout it from the house tops.

And I did.

I then went outdoors

And took a deep cleansing breath

For all those who are not able to breathe easily these days

I prayed for all those who are in despair.

The robin flew back onto the bush

Where it sang to awaken me.

I noticed Spring has indeed sprung.

Hope was alive again.

Love reentered my lonely heart.

I started to sing Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

Attributions: I used titles or lines from posts written by my fellow bloggers who are always an inspiration to me.

johncoyote

Eyes + Words

Pat Cegan

Source of Inspiration

Frank Hubeny

Poetry, Short Prose and Walking

Man of many thoughts Keitharrettpoetry

Essential


A morning full of sunshine

A whisper saying “I love you.”

A warm bear hug

A totally unexpected kiss

A visit from a butterfly

Crispy french fries

Fresh baked bread

The aroma of coffee brewing

Lavender fields sprinkled with light rain

A good book

Rereading a love letter

A love song

An old photograph

Family

Friends

Prayer

Focus on the now

Peace

Peace

Peace!

What are your essentials?

Passwords


“In the arts, as in life, everything is possible provided it is based on love.” 
              -Marc Chagall

I wish I had the password

to access pure love and peace.

The one to help us to release

tensions and frustrations,

biases, and even hate.

It would prohibit foul verbalization

vulgarization, and dehumanization

just because we have free speech.

You may characterize my wish

as utopian and or even naive.

My wish is deeply embedded in my soul

and I just want to think

It may come true someday.

The Heart


Usually colored a bright red

shaped simply symmetrically

symbol of adoration,

as to be beloved

on every 14th of Feburary.

Filled with compassion, desire,

and hope.

We all want to come home to our hearts,

to make sure we care about what truly matters.

It beats in unison within every living thing

the minute we enter this life.

Let us remember

we all have only one heart.

Let us remember that it can become

broken at times.

But that love will always heal it.

So much resides in our hearts.

We need to remember to be a kind host.

Share it, and always know,

as the great bard once wrote;

” My heart has rights over your heart.”

And when my heart leaps

it is when I see the greatness

in our humanity.

Let our hearts always be mindful

of the fact,

that we are all together

on the same pathway

coming home to our hearts.

Our Hearts Beat in Unison by Melba Christie (c) 2019

A Little Boy Goes


In man’s search for meaning

a little boy goes

hoping that someday he

will find his very own

Soon finding he is not alone.

 

His dream is for someday

to reach a star

not at all concerned

about how high or far

 

asking endless questions about

who, what and why?

He mostly wants to know

why we all must die.

 

In man’s search for meaning

a little boy goes

hoping that someday he

will find his very own

All he longs for is to be free

and that world peace

is our destiny.

 

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!

 

 

 

What do I tell my grandchildren now?


Ever since I became a grandmother all I think about is my grandchildren’s future and if life will be good for them. I fear that they will not have access to the same natural resources that I had as a youngster because we have abused the planet and mother nature for so long. I dread the moment that I will have to explain to them why some people hurt and hate other people. How do you explain that some people suffer so much because they have different beliefs.

I saw a television ad for an organization that helps children that are very ill cope with their sickness. Many of them are at risk of a short life expectancy. The infomercial made me weep. I thanked God my grandchildren are all healthy. The images presented are difficult to watch. Especially when so many children die because they do not have the adequate medical care.

But then it hit me. What will I tell them when they see tragic events or when they witness hatred and bigotry? What will I tell them when they are faced with bullying?

I remember talking to my children about these issues when they were growing up but I feel like it is all different now. There are more instances of tragic events related to bigotry, hatred, drugs, and natural catastrophe. It may be that I am simply older, and do not have the emotional strength to deal with all that happens these days.

I wrote this poem to read to my grandchildren when the time comes I may have to explain that bad things happen.

I would like your opinion if you have grandchildren or young children.

 

Well, I’ll tell you children

what you saw happen

just happens

and sometimes

we cannot prevent bad things from happening.

Sometimes all we could do is hope;

Sometimes all we can do is try to cope;

Sometimes you will need to question.

 

Many times you will feel helpless

But do not let yourself feel hopeless my darlings;

do not let fear disarm you.

 

Believe that you can be strong

Learn the difference between right and wrong

and never make others feel they do not belong.

 

My sweet children

all I can tell you today

is that tomorrow will be a better day,

because you will help make it so.

 

Only you can be the change

Only you can make the difference

and always remember

love is very powerful.

 

Love yourself

and others too

and always, always remember

Grandma loves you too.

 

 

A Shrinking Feeling


 

A shrinking feeling overwhelms me;

the giant issues that surround

the world

suffocate and diminish my spirit slowly.

Will we survive?

Will this craziness pass?

Will we ever find the door

that leads to the garden of love

and peace?

 

Let us be strong again;

Let us believe again;

We must survive

the lunacy,

the autocratic greed,

the narcissistic need to lead

blindly, arrogantly, foolishly,

and selfishly.

We must believe that we are truly one.

 

 

 

 

 

Quote


“A little knowledge that acts is worth infinitely more than knowledge that is Idle.”                                              -Kahlil Gibran

Way too many of us have acted on the knowledge we have acquired in our lives. But many of us are as idle as an old Jalopy. The world is being tortured emotionally with so many threats. It seems that even Mother nature insists on teaching us some valuable lessons about caring and loving each other. It seems that it is only when she decides to come storming in to shake us up that we respond and act with kindness and selflessness.

Many people are facing a new weather threat with more hurricanes traveling the same path of Hurricane Irma. God help those small helpless islands and the people already devastated.

It seems to me that we have collectively acquired sufficient knowledge about the atmosphere and weather patterns to help people protect themselves better. We know that we need to protect the environment more as individuals, thus acting on the “little knowledge” we have to help avoid infinite repercussions.

“The universe is transformation. Our life is what out thoughts make it.”- Marcus Aurelius was a Roman emperor and philosopher in 121-180 AD. His thought was full of knowledge and insight. Yet, we continue to toss negatively around like the hurricane does when it attacks full speed. We are the universe. We are what our thoughts make us.

I hope our thoughts can somehow sync with each other to make our world a better place; I hope we can sync our positive ideas because they can no longer be idle. For the greater good our “little knowledge” must grow into a harvest infinitely. Let’s do it.

 

 

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