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Can You Sing Some Jazz?


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 for me to glean

Some sanity right now,

How I wish it was all so serene.

The truth is I want to scream.

So I will ask you once again

Can you sing some Jazz?

Are we friends?

If you want,

I will send you some good vibes;

and a little of my razzmatazz.

 

 

 

Challenge Response by Melba Christie – I must speak up


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 wrong,

what is untrue,

oh yes, and whoever wants to misconstrue.

I must speak up

I cannot hold my tongue

It was ok when I was too young.

Today is the day;

when I must say,

what I feel,

Because I cannot believe

what we are all living is really real.

I must speak up before something even more horrible occurs

like more deaths because of ignorance and grave errors

or a war in the midst of this health crisis.

We must decree justice.

I am here to tell you

we must all unite.

and not allow partisan politics win the fight.

We need truth and honesty;

we cannot allow any more of this travesty.

Our democracy must prevail;

and propel our ship with the toughest of sails.

Our journey has been hard up until now;

but together we will make this virus kowtow

to our firm stance and belief

that God will help us get through our grief.

Our Nation of the people,

is our principal value;

one for all and all for one

United we will win the run.

God Bless America.

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On Breathing


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Take a deep breath with me

Visualize a brand new world

free of hatred and craziness

no more absurd

only love and peace conserved.

Take a deep breath with me

close your eyes

there is so much beauty to see

even a raindrop seems magical

learn to watch for the miracles.

Let your goal be to be free.

Take a deep breath with me

look inside your soul

pure love will take control.

Take a deep breath with me

I am sure you will agree

that with every breath you take

you will find that all heartbreak

will disappear

and fears will be no longer

and you will be much stronger.

  • 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. During this time of social distancing, isolation and for some of us deep sorrow, it is imperative to keep the faith and to maintain our immune system stronger than ever. Below is a link to a video on how to take deep cleansing breaths by Dr. Andrew Weil. I have passed on this video to many of my family members and friends. A fun way to keep connected is to use the Zoom app and do the exercises with a group of friends. Teach your children how to do the breathing exercises. Please let me know about your experiences. In the meantime, stay safe.

https://www.drweil.com/videos-features/videos/breathing-exercises-4-7-8-breath/

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Masquespade


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

I am now sewing like crazy

I need to keep doing

so I won’t grow too lazy.

I been on a masquespade lately

making all kinds of masks to keep the safety.

They are not perfect or fancy;

no embroidery,

or appliqués,

I try my best is all I can say.

As I sew I also silently pray

that soon we will not have to stay six feet away,

from our neighbors, elders, friends and family.

When that day comes I will sing with glee!

Free at last! Free at last!

Then I will invite everyone

to visit so we can party and have a blast.

For all those who wish to help by sewing masks to donate to different organizations like nursing homes and hospitals or even simply your local grocery store workers. I have linked a few videos and the guidelines for making the more professional type masks.

In the meantime, just remember we are all in this together. Stay safe and cherish the time at home with family. Let’s make this a mission. Do not allow the fabric of our most precious values to unravel. God Bless America and the world!

003902oo-1 Olson Mask V07.pdf

Centers for Disease Control and Prevention

https://www.cdc.gov/coronavirus/2019-ncov/index.html

Poetry Challenge – I must speak up today . . .


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 breathe and look at the view. We will get through this together. There is no other way.

Photograph by Melba Christie

Poetry Challenge Response – Coping


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 for all over the world

But sometimes I can only tell of my unique wows,

But the realist in me knows,

No one on this earth owns the controls.

I ask for patience,

I ask for peace,

I pray to soon be released,

from the prisons of fear and uncertainty,

I envision a new earth;

we are all on common ground.

We must all work together.

And allow only hope and love to surround.

I write a poem to help me cope.

And look for poems that fill me with hope.

*Please stay safe my fellow bloggers and friends. God bless America!

What the World Needs Now


*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 be your daily mantra

Oh yes, and Breathe!

Look at the view!

Nature will be your teacher.

The trees have continued to bloom,

the birds continue to build their nests,

Unaware perhaps of our grave situation,

It is our opportunity today, right now

to watch and listen carefully

natural intelligence

will always prevail.

*Please go the You tube link and leave a wishful thought in the comments section

Sonnet 116 – Shakespeare


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 lips and cheeks

	Within his bending sickle's compass come:

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

	But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,

	I never writ, nor no man ever loved.


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National Poetry Month Begins Today


Every year for many years now I have celebrated National Poetry Month and invite and encourage those who find poetry difficult or boring to give poetry a try. If you have read my profile you will know that for me poetry is life and life is poetry. I was introduced to poetry at a very young age and had wonderful teachers who inspired me to read and write poems.

I believe that poetry can change your life. I also believe that poetry can heal. Our nation needs healing right now. We are facing a very deadly virus and have been told that there is a possibility that many thousands will lose their lives. The thought terrifies me and saddens me deeply. Hopefully the numbers of people affected will decrease substantially. This pandemic has hit hard in many countries around the world. This is why more than ever we must understand the concept of oneness. Prayer, meditation, and yes reading poetry will help us cope with the tragedy of what is now. I refuse to think beyond that; i must stay focused on the now. We have little control over what may happen as a result of this deadly and highly contagious virus.

I believe in hope. We must believe in the ingenuity of our scientific and medical researchers because we do have the best of the best working hard to find the therapy and finally the vaccine that will work.

Please join me in celebrating National Poetry Month by using poetry to help us heal and to comfort us. Join me to celebrate a Poem in Your Pocket. Look for poems that inspire and fill your heart with hope. Share poems with love ones and even perfect strangers. Write poems. Dedicate a poem to someone who is laboring to make a difference in all of our lives. Share poems via Facebook, Instagram, Twitter and any other social media outlet. Let us make poetry viral surpassing any other medium. Surprise someone with a poem inside a greeting card. Remember that poetry is life and life is poetry.

God bless you all and may poetry bring you joy and hope during these very scary and difficult times.

Here is my poem for today:

Someone told me once

A poet is a little god.

put on this earth to help us see

the beauty around us

and to make us aware

that we are all one.

Look at the view:

flowers are beginning to bloom;

birds are building their nests,

tree branches are regrowing their leaves.

We may have to be indoors and sequestered

for a while

but we can do so much to renew our souls.

Cherish every minute with a loved one.

And if you happen to be alone and even recovering

love yourself a little bit more.

Be forgiving. Send blessings out to the universe.

You will never imagine whom you may touch.

Walk through the gardens of your life;

Listen to the sparrow’s song,

and the gentle breeze will guide you always.

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Can you see yourself?


Can you see yourself in tomorrow’s mirror?

I want to see a million and one people

standing behind me

because they beieve

because they have faith

because they understand truth and justice.

What do these people look like?

They are all different;

Tall, short, White, Black, Asian,

Men, women, LGBTQ,

children, teens, middle aged, elderly,

empathetic, caring, loving, mindful,

all religions, faiths, and even agnostics.

Can you see yourself in tomorrow’s mirror?

Do not let it lie to you.

Do not let it fool you.

See that you do not stand alone;

see what we all want right now;

see that we stand together,

united, under God

guided by our great democratic values

by our  Indestructible constitution,

with liberty and JUSTICE

for ALL

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On Langston Hughes – Black History Month Tribute to a Great Poet


My favorite poem of Langston Hughes is “Mother to Son”. I read the poem during a ballet dedicated to the great Harlem Renaissance poet. The poem resonated with many grandmothers in the audience that evening and I will never forget Ella Mae who came up to me and told me her story. She struggled to make ends meet when her husband died tragically and she was left with three little boys. She was the daughter of a share cropper and never learned to read. But her dream was to see her sons go to school and become professionals. Her eldest became an attorney and the other two sons were both doctors. She finally learned to read at the age of 70 when she enrolled in an adult literacy program. How she managed was a miracle. She said her own children never realized she was not literate. The reason she shared all of this with me was because her favorite poet was Langston Hughes. He was one of the first poets introduced to her by her literacy instructor. This poem is a tribute to all mothers who dream big for their children. I will never forget Ella Mae and her heartwarming story about a mother’s love. Here is a recitation by Langston Hughes himself.

Last Call – Deadline extended 2/14/2020


I have received several poems to include in my new collection of poetry. Please indicate if you would be interested in having your poem or poems included before February 14, 2020. If selected payment will be one copy of the publication. Updates about this new endeavor will be posted. Happy writing!

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