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Tell Us When


reading by
Melba Christie

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 know who

Could you please tell him to shush

Like I said I do not mean to rush

I believe only You.

I trust only You.

I want to know was is true.

I pray everyday this craziness ends.

Please tell us when.

On Between Being and Non-being – A Found Poem by Melba Christie


On Between Being and Non-being – A Found Poem

It must be a wondrous state – the state of non-being

No one comes back to let us know

exactly what it’s like

But those who have experienced being resuscitated

and brought back to life

Tell us that there is a warm and loving light that surrounds and comforts.

The important thing is what we do in the between

Did we love unconditionally?

Did we soothe a troubled soul?

Did we practice the Golden Rule?

Were we true to ourselves?

Did we believe?

Does doing the right things and being a good being ensure

that we have a better non-being?

Should we worry more about today and not tomorrow?

Who knows?

Do you?

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“To be or not to be”


“To be or not to be”

 

Certainly a question today for us all

To be honest?

To be followers of the truth?

To be kind to each other?

To choose unconditional love for our planet?

To be one for all and all for one?

To put some time into thinking mindfully?

To pay attention to each other more than the apps on our phones?

So many ways to be.

To be present.

To be calm.

To be willing not be part of the chaos.

Just to be the change.

“To be or not to be”

This question posed by a brilliant writer

over 400 years ago.

So real today.

I am checking out my “to be or not to be today”

Are you?

 

 

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.

 

A Poem A Day –


Another very favorite poet is Mary Oliver. I have many of her poetry books and feel peace and calmness when I read her poems. Mary Oliver, winner of the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry and the National Book Award, is one of the most celebrated and best-selling poets in America. Some of her books include What Do we Know, The Leaf and the Cloud, Winter Hours and Blue Iris among others.

This is an excerpt of one of my favorites:

Some Questions You Might Ask

“Is the soul solid, like iron?

Or is it tender and breakable, like

the wings of a moth in the beak of an owl?

Who has it, and who doesn’t? ”

 

I love questions. I think I have mentioned before I was always asking questions which made my mother crazy sometimes. Ms. Oliver’s poems in general make you ponder and ask many questions, especially about nature and life in general.

 

Found Poem # 3 – Truth


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She reaches up to wash the sky with pale blue

so it will be ready when you need it

Exploring the world within

Is only possible when you are true

the poet said to thyself be true

 

In the corners of my mind,

I watch the clouds move in

Hoping for the cleansing rain they might bring

We need truth to prevail

Clean and fresh to drench our souls

With aromas real and natural

Not the alternatives, no , no

 

We have to learn quiet again

All of us in unison

Still and determined

To reach up and paint a sun filled sky

And not forget to ask, “Why?”

 

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Eyes


“Then love knew it was called love.
And when I lifted my eyes to your name,
suddenly your heart showed me my way” -Pablo Neruda

Josephina's eyes

I am convinced that looking into a person’s eyes can lead you to interpretation of someone’s sadness, joy, confusion, depression, and even sanity. Lately, I have trying to capture the essence emotions when I photograph someone. My beautiful baby granddaughter has captivating eyes. I love to watch her look into her mother’s eyes. Her curiosity is astounding for a five month old infant. She examines her surroundings and then will look at you at if to ask what is this or where am I.

Of course, I am not original in my fascination with eyes and what they can reveal. Many photographers try to capture the essence of their subjects’ eyes. I will follow suit by taking photographs of people’s eyes in the next few weeks. If you have a photograph that you would like to share please post it on your blog with a tag or #Eyes are Poems.

The following is a poem I wrote many years ago as I watched my students taking a standarizied test which they had to pass as a graduation requirement.

EYES

Some bright and alert

Some showing delight

Most saddened

too tired to fight

Some inquisitive

Some barely interested

Some totally frustrated

Many questons

fewer answers

loaded questions

ambiguity intensive

questions no one asked them before

And I was expected to ask them even more

Their eyes said it all

their torment clear

I watch and learn

they taught me more

about how

tests cause true fear.

Melba Christie 2001

“The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter – often an unconscious but still a faithful interpreter – in the eye.” Charlotte Brontë

Lessons


 

 

 

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Lessons

by Melba Christie (c) 2013

                                                                                                                                                                      

we look to our teachers

when questions puzzle the mind

embrace their wisdom

          

 

Will We Be Ready?


the falls

Essential question:

Will we be ready?

Ready for what?

To be who we are supposed to be.

Response:

What do you mean?

I am who I am.

I am who I am supposed to be.

Rationale?

We are suppose to be

a seed,

to breed love

unconditionally.

We are suppose to be

a dance,

choreographed with perfect

movements, creating

expressions of

deep empathy, and

the essence of what

life is all about.

We are supposed to be

a soothing song of springtime.

We are supposed to be the composer

who delves deep into our hearts

to help us find our very own arias

and makes us listen closely to the beats

that mark our time on this earth.

Internal Question:

Wow! Will I be ready?

Answer:

You bet!

 

 

I thought this was my life


I thought this was my life
but I was so wrong
the pictures on the wall always tell the truth

but the mirror in my hand never lies
we all know how time flies

I thought this was my life
but I was so wrong
it belonged to others all along

I thought this was my life
but I was wrong
As I begin a new journey
I must be strong

I thought this was my life
but I was wrong
I see another me

A future not foretold
life has just begun
A fulfilled destiny
of new memories have sprung

I feel my life’s a world wind
spinning round and round
hoping to stop
where destinations can be found

I thought this was my life
but I was so wrong
a new lease has been issued
with no expiration date
because I finally learned
to live without the threat of fate.

longlife