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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!

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?

Some Food For Thought AFter Thanksgiving


I wanted to thank my fellow bloggers for their interesting and thought provoking ideas that inspire me everyday. A special thanks to all those who faithfully follow Poemattic. Thank for your continued support.

Thanksgiving day was very quiet; unlike other years when our children, grandchildren, and other family members gather for a traditional dinner. I was sad we would not have the family together but it gave me the opportunity to gather my thoughts about what giving thanks signifies.

So I wrote a few poems to share with you and chose this one for today even though it is belated.

Why Give Thanks

Why give thanks today more than any other day?

Who really knows?

I remember pictures in an old school history book

where depicted were Native Americans and the New Americans feasting

together in peace and harmony.

I want to believe that was how is was in truth,

Could it have been a photo opportunity though?

You know, like a Hallmark TV commercial,

It is all about what it is suppose to be about.

But the truth is today many of us are split;

separated by biases and “alternative facts”,

conspiracy theories, and oh yes, by the enemy

of the people. Do we know who they are?

We are not suppose to believe what we see or what we hear anymore.

Do I give thanks for that?

I witnessed homelessness at its worst the other day;

and on a cable channel

someone was flaunting a home that had 10 bathrooms.

Do I give thanks for that undeniable truth?

So few have so much and too many have nothing.

Another senseless shooting in New Orleans just yesterday, very sad

and by the way,

A little girl went missing again taken from right in front of her mother;

Do I give thanks for that?

My thanks are desperately waiting

for us to sincerely unite

So many of us do understand the urgency

for purposeful and mindful conversations

about the issues that really matter.

But every time I watch the news or open up a newspaper

it is mostly about negative stuff, crazy stuff, and unbelievable stuff

stuff you cannot make up kind of stuff.

Senseless mass shootings, climate change, and government corruption,

Do I give thanks for that?

Pardon me if I sound pessimistic today of all days

Do I sound ungrateful?

Do I give thanks for that?

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Some interesting books about Thanksgiving

www.thoughtco.com/books-about-thanksgiving-in-literature-741606

Pure Thoughts


“All that we are is the result of what we have thought; it is founded on our thoughts; it is made up of our thoughts. If we speak or act with a pure thought, happiness follows us, like a shadow that never leaves us.”

– Buddha

Pure thoughts

rare like sea lions

drift among us

at times, they try to become embedded in our hearts

because we need them to survive in the wildness

of our times.

Deafening but ignored somehow

are the chants for peace

Powers of persuasion

bluntly lie to tie

us up, unable to move or feel

the true grief

of what is missing:

LOVE!

The purest thought of all

Despite the potentially dangerous situation

of more divisiveness and stubborness

I remain inside my world of hope

As I think of hate as fire

and love as water

I search in hopes

of finding

the fountains from which

we will allow the waters to flow

to heal our swollen hearts

and to allow for pure thoughts.

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