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My Rockin’ Style Choice, A Poem by Melissa Reyes

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What I am Wearing

Does it matter what I am wearing?
I am so happy I have ceased caring;
What I have on may be considered daring.

I am wearing my “stinky shoes”
In a contest for pretty feet, I would surely lose!
Not even that would give me the blues.

My pants are severely out of style
I honestly haven’t worn them for a while;
I am clueless how they made it to the top of the pile.

Not that anyone would care,
The elastic is shot in my underwear;
It is time to get a brand new pair.

My T-shirt is old and worn out.
The stylish black shirt may give me some clout;
You definitely won’t see me pout.

This jacket may be the oldest article of clothing I own,
It is tattered and dusty and needs to be sewn;
I won’t be posting a pic from my phone!

My hair is pulled back in a ponytail,
A little lipstick keeps my face from looking pale;
I have finger nail polish on more than one nail.

My look is not at all pulled together,
I am just barely prepared for the weather;
Yet, there is one thing that I wear with pleasure.

Like a crocodile’s, it shines broad and wide,
I wear it with a great deal of pride;
The smile I am rocking today is bona fide!

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Rain, a poem by Melissa Reyes

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Tonight I did my very first public poetry reading.  It was at the Unurban Cafe in Santa Monica.  There is a Velvet Guerilla Cabaret there on Wednesday nights with an open mic.  It was a terrific experience.  After a good night’s sleep, I will write more about it.

This is a cool pic on instagram that I found of the Unurban:  http://instagram.com/p/eB3mA/

 

Here is the poem I read aloud to a room of strangers. . .

 

What is that sound I hear?

Softly tapping,

lightly rap-a-tap-rapping?

Pop

pop

pip,

mildly crackling.

Drip

drop

drip,

clapping and smacking.

It’s raining outside.

I can hear it rain outside.

The rain sounds so sexy.

It’s getting more intense.

Coming down harder and faster.

Everything is getting wetter.

Very wet.

The air is thick

and I can feel

the dark

heavy

rain cloud

over me.

It’s moist and dense,

and very intense.

I take a breath.

A very slow

deep

breath.

I can barely breathe.

It takes my breath away.

The rain is coming down very hard now.

Slip

slop

slip,

swishy,

swashy and splashy,

very fast.

I hear very big waves of water

in the distance

as they

wash in

and out.

The cloud is moving.

It is moving inside me.

The cloud is moving the rain away.

The sound of rain begins to mellow.

Slower

slower

slower, still.

Motion,

yet not as loud.

Falling

falling

from the cloud.

Quietly falling

like a shroud

over me.

Lighter now

softly now

pitter

patter

splatter.

Misty rain

lightly falling,

whispering my name.

Soft kisses

caresses

lightly touching

fingers through my hair.

Breath on my skin,

breathing it all in.

Tickling

ticking

pip

pop

smattering

dropping and dripping

drip

drop

draping over me

like soft, wet lips

kissing,

caressing my eyelashes.

The air is cold and moist.

I am warm.

Everything is quiet now.

No sound

at all.

My thoughts are filled

with the words

I want to hear.

Say you love me. . .

Say that you love me.

Say to me the words I long for.

The rain is gone

but I am here.

Soft mist

lips kissing

fingertips caressing

silent glances

romances

and I hear it!

What is that I hear?

Soft whisper in my ear.

“I love you.”

He loves me!

Hearts beating

rap-a-tap rapping

like rain,

sexy

steamy

loving

dreamy

rain.

by Melissa Reyes

2-5-09

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You’re a poet. . . and don’t know it!

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August is “Open Mic” Month for Miz Meliz! I will be hitting the open mic circuit this month and hoping to get my 3 min. of fame! Join me in my quest. What’s the worst that can happen? You could get some culture in your life. You might hear some great poetry. You could be inspired! Or, you might see me fall on my face! Either way, it should be entertaining and fun! Keep the calendar open for at least one location per week.

Friday, August 3rd 8:00 PM (Private Party)
OSTERIA COPPOLA
http://www.osteriacoppola.com/

14622 VENTURA BLVD.
SHERMAN OAKS, CA 91403

Saturday, August 11th 5:00 PM
COFFEE AND CREPES BY VICKY
https://www.facebook.com/​coffeeandcreepesbyvicky
4545 Cesar Chavez
Los Angeles, CA 90022

Wednesday, August 22nd 8:00 PM
The VELVET GUERILLA CABARET
The UnUrban Coffee Shop
3301 Pico Boulevard
Santa Monica, CA 90404

Tuesday, August 28th 9:00 PM
DA POETRY LOUNGE
The Greenway Court Theater
544 N. Fairfax Blvd. Los Angeles, CA 90036.

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What Will Your Memories Be?

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Poetry of Lucille Palmer

As you sit when you are old
In the firelight’s flickering glow;
When your blood runs thin and cold,

And you’re oh! so weak and slow,
What will your memories be?

Will you rest and smiling dream
Of long fled ecstasies?
Of loves, who present seem
A full life’s legacies —
What will your memories be?

Think of you crueler fate
Thank just to sit and blink,
And stolid, dumbly wait
For death — now’s the time to think.
What will your memories be?

Ah! drink life’s brimming cup;
Better far to glut and sate
Thank to give all pleasure up
And starve when it’s too late,
What will your memories be?

Artwork by Amy Garcia at http://mizmeliz.com
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It’s Like My Prayer

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Life is a mystery, everyone must stand alone
I hear you call my name
And it feels like home

When you call my name it’s like a little prayer
I’m down on my knees, I wanna take you there
In the midnight hour I can feel your power
Just like a prayer you know I’ll take you there

I hear your voice, it’s like an angel sighing
I have no choice, I hear your voice
Feels like flying
I close my eyes, oh God I think I’m falling
Out of the sky, I close my eyes
Heaven help me

Like a child you whisper softly to me
You’re in control just like a child
Now I’m dancing
It’s like a dream, no end and no beginning
You’re here with me, it’s like a dream
Let the choir sing

Just like a prayer, your voice can take me there
Just like a muse to me, you are a mystery
Just like a dream, you are not what you seem
Just like a prayer, no choice your voice can take me there

Just like a prayer, I’ll take you there
It’s like a dream to me

(Madonna/Like a Prayer)

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Mother’s Prayers

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A Mother’s Prayer

Thank you, Lord,

for bringing my children into my life.

Help me guide them and teach them through example

to lead lives of wisdom

and strong, loving faith.

Please let them learn

to serve you always

in thought and deed.

And remind me, Lord,

to always be there

for my family

as you are always

there for me.

Amen.

Mothers Plant the Seeds of Love 

 

Dear Mary,

Guide us so we grow strong in wisdom and grace.

Give us sight to see the talents God has given us,

the will to develop them,

and the generosity to share our talents with others.

Instill in us the desire to constantly learn,

the goodness to serve generously,

and the courage to follow where Jesus calls.

We pray for these blessings for ourselves,

for our children,

and for all of our family.

Grant us a Mother’s Blessing

and a Mother’s Care,

now and forever.

Amen.

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I am Great

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I was standing in a waiting room of a doctor’s office with my parents and my three little boys.  My mom was seeing the doctor.  My dad and I were entertaining the kids.  It had been about an hour when my mom finally came out.  As we stood at the counter waiting to make another appointment, I saw this posted to the wall in the receptionist’s workspace.  It was an 8 1/2 by 11 inch piece of paper that read, “I Am Great” and I read it out loud to my kids and my father.  When the clerk came to her desk I said, “I love that. I really needed to read that today!”  She said she wrote it when her kids were small.  Then she did a remarkable thing.  She took it off the wall and gave it to me.  Thank you Ms. Elizabeth!  Where ever you are!