Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 12, 2019

For Ever, poem

For Ever 
The Mind
when immersed in memories
of yesterday carried by
hopes of tomorrows
and thoughts that like stones
on the surface of a lake
skip from feeling to heart
tracing ripples of emotions
as from nature's beauty
to the smallness of self
is a universal totality
brushing wind over water
to wave onto shore
a life that lost on Earth
helps grow the next wave
that reaches beyond
into the horizon
where some go to sleep
while others wake
are born or take last breath
to be born again
matters not if the sun shines
or the moon reflects on its surface
glass only gives back
the reality of what is
not what one wants
the universal blanket
over and under
above and below
into time on end
not wavering not changing
to accommodate humanity
sustains eternity
what was and what will be
wishing to be more
is as a mere leaf that falls
over an oak seed on its bank
majestic in the passing
before and after us
is where we take part
of forever

For Ever by Marta C Weeks

Friday, January 11, 2019

In Memory

Time To Let Time    

It's the seventh day
Of your passing 
And the third day of your interment
In my heart and mind
I see your smile
For in our tears and fears
We feel the God of our understanding
Not just on a cross 
Or memorialized in pages 
In churches, temples or synagogues
For human greed and need 
But the spirit surrounding us
Welcoming you
As you and we cannot; yet must
Let ourselves be in the light 
Tethered by love
Not strung by regrets 
Around what’s left on earth 
In the turmoil of tears
Flooding into and out of us
An ocean of love and pain
You can’t feel anymore
And we
Feel so much more 
For soon it will be time to let go 
As memories keep all 
Let good remember to forget bad
Beyond this earth 
Find meaning to warm feelings 
In the words of embraces
From someone no longer here 
But is always there
Where we are one.

Thursday, March 02, 2017

Ode To A Violinist

My heart crashed
As I stood on the sidelines 
You played 
To an adoring crowd

Inside me fear 
Tore away 
As it has done before

I had seen her 
Lock into my lover's eyes 
Take him into promises 
Of her paradise
Then she looked at me
As women do 
To announce 
Pending victory

Lost in that turmoil 
I gazed at you 
Handsome violinist

Young prince of music 
Your violin courting 
Throbbing hearts
Minds filled with desire

My eyes fluttered 
You held them 
I felt avenged
In found promises
Yours into mine

I stayed fixed 
From song to song 
You stroked from chords 
Into my need

I surfaced
Whole and lovely
Into a center of strength
Your visual embrace
Into impending doom
Of lost love 
And unforgettable pain

You came 
In that moment in time 
When I needed lifting 
From sinking into regret 
Into memories of loss

Where you sent by God 
That very second 
Your song a wave 
To lift me from the gulf 
I was falling into

It matters not
The moment passed 
As he came back 
From where he denied
Ever going 
To love me again

By Marta C Weeks
4/20/ 2015
Wrote during a cruise
Published on Hello Poetry

Saturday, February 11, 2017

In Tribute to President Barack Obama, poem

In Tribute to President Barack Obama
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Even ghosts
Once slaves
From graves
Of oppression
To see Barack

His eyes
With humility
Head high
Steady voice

All witness
His assent
Over mountains
Of Whites, Blacks
Browns and Yellow
Multiplicity of life

In triumph
Barack takes
Bigotry's flames
To dreams that lift
Into stars, of equality

And God of all
A son has risen

Marta C. Weeks
January 20, 2009

Sunday, December 18, 2016

“The Days Don’t Stop” for Aleppo by Zeina Hashem Beck


the Tyrants sleep like gods
the Diplomats regret
the Diplomats are at their dinner tables
the Dancers dance
the Baker bakes the Bread rises 
the Earth orbits
the Mothers weep
the Fathers weep
the Children walk in their coats
the Children know
a law against killing people in houses
is not the same as not killing people in houses
the Rain drops
the Poet writes the dead
City’s name
the dead City remains dead open
like a cow hung in the cold of the slaughterhouse
the Lovers touch
the Singers sing
the Nightmares know
dreaming of being buried under the rubble
is not the same as being buried under the rubble
the Morning comes
the Bookkeepers count the Deaths & Births
the holy Book says
whoever does an atom’s weight of good will see it
& whoever does an atom’s weight of evil will see it
O eternal Cinematographer
the Deeds flicker
on the screens of Hell & Heaven
the fallen building keeps falling
the Saved have no Peace
the tides of Blood & Hope eat the body like a disease
O Lord please do not heal us

Poets Respond
December 18, 2016
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Sunday, June 12, 2016

Poem: Women Rise

Our wombs thunder
with spirits of steel
a steady pace and hunger
for healing.

The stars,
our hallowed ground,
call us to fight
with tender hearts
and wise minds.

From priestess
to prostitute, sacred all,
made to conceive
not be torn apart.

We must rise
against edicts that imprison
lies and pass evils
from dark to light.

by ©Marta 6-12-2016

Inspired by Hillary Rodham Clinton, first woman presumptive nominee for President of the United States of America.

Thursday, February 05, 2015

Ode to Rosa Parks

Giving It All
While watching the funeral
for Rosa Parks,
I thought of how Rosa gave it all,
for a seat on a bus.

It was huge what Rosa did.
A complete thing,
at a time when fighting injustice,
meant the loss of life
and liberty.

Today people seem content
with little, and just want more
of what means nothing
and settle to mourn with empty souls.

Rosa’s, full of love, liberated us all
with a simple and humble act,
from those that today still carry
the torch of subjugation.

What Rosa Parks did
was not a little something,
a half measure of rebellion,
Rosa gave her life for that seat;
all we have is our life.

The bigots we feed our children,
to keep acceptable injustice
stoned Rosa.

Help us stand Rosa
and not kneel at pews of fear
that turns us into sheep,
that slaughter others
and keeps us in hell
by threatening us with heaven.

Marta ©October 24, 2005