*I often go back and read my poems and revise them to reflect my current sentiments about a topic. The little bird represents so many things. It is in a way a deity of sorts, a messenger fro the universe to help us make sense of tragedy and violence. Perhaps I am also a dreamer. But I like to think that there is hope for … Continue reading A Little Bird Told Me
I ask respectfully I don’t want to be rude The expectation is not great anymore There is no butterfly crossing To give me comfort I don’t want to rush you But I know You must Know; that what is happening, Pains us so. Isn’t time we know I don’t want the so called experts to tell us I don’t want to hear it from you … Continue reading Tell Us When
Nature knows all; Beauty is the truth before us. A heart healed. A family reunited. A spirit revived. Kindness surging like when the electricity comes back after a blackout Applause, Applause, Sweet music to the ears of the weary and tired But the beauty of the soul revealed cannot be belittled. Only the strong Know the real beauty of life. Have you been strong? … Continue reading Beauty
Reading Aloud Can you sing some jazz? Who can these days? Does anyone have the razzmatazz? How can we sing? We are all cooped up; Sort of like confined to Alcatraz. I am feeling the deepness of the rut. Well I know I possess the pizzazz; But only if you let me cry as much as I want. It is the only way … Continue reading Can You Sing Some Jazz?
My heart speaks up all the time but the thoughts are only mine. My soul speaks up frequently; but my soul swears me to secrecy. However today I must speak out loud I must make at least, Mrs. Metelitz proud. She always told us to take control of the shroud. She told us to take a stand and if we must, even reprimand what is … Continue reading Challenge Response by Melba Christie – I must speak up
I believe that we all need to learn to breathe intently and mindfully in order to free ourselves from pain and anxiety and to reach calmness. Continue reading On Breathing
I never learned how to sew even though my mom tried endlessly to show me the basics like hem the edge of the fabric to keep the raw edge from unraveling. Perhaps a lesson for life was embedded but I was definitely too hard headed I would exclaim sewing is boring, I mean who wants to measure and do all that scoring. Whom would have guessed … Continue reading Masquespade
This week’s challenge is to write a poem starting with the line: “I must speak up today.” I am looking forward to reading your poems so please post them on your sites and send me a link in the comments section of any of my posts this week. In the meantime, stay safe, stay home if you can, and keep the faith. Don’t forget to … Continue reading Poetry Challenge – I must speak up today . . .
My days, these days, always begin with prayer. Nothing scripted or too profound, only from my heart and without despair. I try to speak succinctly, clearly and with calm to the almighty universe and any God who will listen. Sometimes I sneak in a proposition, with the hope that there is no repetition, of the mistakes we made in the past. I ask for healing … Continue reading Poetry Challenge Response – Coping
*Please go the You tube link and leave a wishful thought in the comments section Walk mindfully today Keeping your distance, yes But only physically We need each other more these days The pain is overwhelming for many it is the greatest reverse of fortune even for the mighty and brave Tomorrow’s journey is uncertain So live today fully Love passionately Give genorously Let gratitude … Continue reading What the World Needs Now
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy … Continue reading Sonnet 116 – Shakespeare
Please join me in celebrating National Poetry Month by using poetry to help us heal and to comfort us. Continue reading National Poetry Month Begins Today
I want to see a million and one more people
standing behind me
because they beieve
because they have faith
because they understand truth and justice.
“She finally learned to read at the age of 70 when she enrolled in an adult literacy program. How she managed was a miracle.” Continue reading On Langston Hughes – Black History Month Tribute to a Great Poet
As my disappointment ebbs The full moon shines My cactus blooms Continue reading Haiku by Melba Christie