Best Marta Poems
INTERCEPTION
Shadows waning distorted fading
Teasing tempting, a psychotic hack
Scheming concealing cerebral deceiving
Sun retreating behind shades of black
Memoirs succumbing, alpha notes strumming
Hope dwindling midst each laboured breath
Dusky-eyed wretchedness, reflective reminiscence
Sporadic spirits predicting sinister death
Powerless to quell the oppressor within
Oh, desolation! The thief with the sinister grin
The day bleeds, no conveyed clarifications
Nightfall brings its own demonic demons
Moodswings of crazy with judgements so hazy
Interceptive apathy through feelings of lethargy
Music evokes emotions with resilient duress
Though once familiar titles slide back in regress.
Living within her own fluid transparency
The piteous empathy, does she even discern?
Is she to become a fading frequency?
Or… ungenial ashes in a decorative urn?
As the soft rose shades of twilight transcends
In the quietude of peace – a hushed calm descends
One last recall remains in her artistic archive
Where the Star of the Show still dazzles and thrives.
Maria Williams © 2023
I know this will be a sensitive topic, especially at Christmas with people caring for or visiting their loved ones afflicted with Dementia or Alzheimer's—such a sad condition. Apparently, the worst thing to possibly do is try to jog the patient's memory, as it causes more stress.
Instead, why not give them your time and play their favourite music?
Music memories often remain as others disappear.
This is because brain regions involved in musical memory and processing (e.g., the cerebellum) are not as affected by Alzheimer's or dementia until much later in the disease course.
Please watch the video; it is so beautiful and touching. Marta Gonzalez was a professional ballet dancer who developed Alzheimer's. One thing she never forgot was her Swan Lake routine She passed in 2019.
Categories:
marta, angst, anxiety, depression,
Form:
Rhyme
Jab Meri Bechaini Mit Jayegi
Jab Mere Dilko Sukoon Mil Jayega
Yeh Khaalipan Mit Jayega
Do Pal Ki Chandni Ke Liye
Aj Bhi Zinda Hoon Main
Meri Khaamoshi Ke Ageh Aasmaan Bhi Khatam Ho Jayega
Kehne Ke Liye Toh Roz Marta Hoon Main
Thoda Aur Marne Ke Liye
Yeh Deewana Kal Phir Ayega
Categories:
marta, addiction, age, anger, conflict,
Form:
Salaam
Shoot your shot
Bridge: you only got one shot
shoot it , you only got one shot hoop it
you only got one shot
Verse 1: Hey how you doing?
What's your name?
you caught my eye, let me explain
I'm very interested
In getting to know you
got a couple things
that I want to show you
show you around the world
take you places you never been
I want to be your friend
start hanging out
see how it ends
I was afraid, scared of what you might say
wonder if I was quiet , would you even come my way
you are so cool , boy I almost forgot
I only got one chance to shoot my shot
(Chorus)
Shoot your shot
you only got one chance
Shoot your shot
shoot it as best as you can
shoot your shot that's the truth
I'm trying to shoot my shot with you
(Rap)
I'm shooting my shot
I think you should too
I really like really dig you
I'm making sure that I aim
a smile on your face is what I want you to gain
taking you out
giving you flowers
making impressions for hours
conversation not sour
it's amazing
we actually listen to what each other is saying
it's cool never felt this way
you got me open
like a Marta token
hold on hold on ( you're already spoken for)
the things you do I adore
you really make me want so much more
I shot my shot the perfect score
Chorus)
Shoot your shot
you only got one chance
Shoot your shot
shoot it as best as you can
shoot your shot that's the truth
I'm trying to shoot my shot with you
Hook
The perfect score
The perfect match
I really like the sound of that
The perfect score
The perfect match
I really like the sound of that
Chorus)
Shoot your shot
you only got one chance
Shoot your shot
shoot it as best as you can
shoot your shot that's the truth
I'm trying to shoot my shot with you
Written by: Concetta Hardnett
07/06/2019
Categories:
marta, art, basketball, beautiful,
Form:
Blank verse
Woh chale bhi gaye to kia hua
Mein unhein roz yaad karta hoon
Dil mein rehta he bus khayal unka
Un hee kee dhun mein jeeta marta hoon
Kon hoon mein? samajh na paya kabhi
Khoj mein kion Khuda kee
rehta hoon?
Loag kuch aur hee samajhte hein
Soach per unki aahein bharta hoon.
Sochta hoon ke mein bhi mar jata
Jab teri qabr se guzarta hoon
Teri ruswaee ka he khauf
mujhe
Warna mein kab kisi se darta hoon?
Categories:
marta, bereavement, death, grave, grief,
Form:
Ghazal
For Craig's contest Music by Marta Keen
By Your Side
INTRO
I know you think, I've gone and left you
Leaving tears to fill your eyes
I would never leave you darling
For you and I, there's no goodbyes
There's a fate that does await us
It's a fate, we can't denied
But as long, as I can love you
I'll be forever by your side
The clock was ticking, and we knew it
Time was never on our side
But true love shall last forever
and in its realm we shall abide
I will rest here in the meadow
Before I join you in the sky
And I promise that forever
I'll be yours and you'll be mine
I know for now, we share a sorrow
And in our hearts a certain pain
But we must look towards the morrow
To be together once again
The clock was ticking ,and we knew it
Time was never on our side
But true love shall last forever
and in its realm we shall abide
I will rest here in the meadow
Before I join you in the sky
And I promise that forever
I'll be yours and you'll be mine
I'll be yours and you'll be mine
Categories:
marta, grief, hurt, i miss
Form:
Lyric
snow birds migrating
forests embrace fall foliage
planetary shift
Long Tooth
July 11, 2016
Inspired by Marta Majorka Chocilowska
Categories:
marta, life, science,
Form:
Haiku
The muslims say assalaam alaikum
The jews say shalom
But there isn't any peace in the home
My grandmother just called the police on the neighbors across the street cause
they don't get along
She thinks they are selling that "cane"
And since they moved in, the neighborhood hasn't been the same
When you angry with life you need someone to blame
And when you hurt in life you want anesthesia for the pain
When bad days turn to months and then turn to years
Sometimes you are crying inside and no body sees the tears
So much is going on people don't see
But beyond that I got something I to teach
About whatever you sow "that" you will truly reap
Now I know I ain't talkin to farmers but I know y'all some people that know about
Karma
Like when my boi Matt didn't pay his tithes and his car wouldn't start up
And He had to start catching that marta
He thought he was smarta
But God proved to be smarta
If you play hard with Him
He'll play harder
And if you got a seed, a little boi or daughter
Make sure you tell'em you love'em and give'em that water
Man! We need some fathers
But ain't no body fathering fathers
So we got a generation thats caught up
In retail and tearing the mall up
And little girls growing up looking for ballers
The fertilizer of pop-culture and the hood is mass producing a generation of
Shoulds and coulds
Should be better, They could be better
If they would pursue character than that cheddar
But it starts in the home and the home starts in us
If we can't confide in our parents then who can we trust
Train a child,raise a child in the way they should go
And when they're old they'll be sure not to depart
Because of that seed you placed in they're heart
Plant a seed in your seed
And watch the fruit
Whatever is placed in them is what they'll produce
Categories:
marta, life, people, grandmother, home,
Form:
Bio
Plucky Jamaica shocks the Copa America winners, Brazil, in a scoreless draw that propels the Reggae Girlz to the knockout stage for the first time in only their second Women’s World Cup, and with only one goal in Group stage. Contrast that with Brazil’s first group-stage exit since the 1995 World Cup. Not the best way for Brazil’s mighty Marta Vieira da Silva to end her sixth and final Women’s World Cup.
beautiful chaos
‘how the mighty have fallen’—
Reggae Girlz advance
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Poetry notes:
"Oh How the Mighty Have Fallen" is a phrase that originates from 2 Samuel 1:19, an expression of David's lament over the death of Saul and Jonathan. It is also used today as a phrase to imply the decline of a once-great person or entity.
Categories:
marta, football, soccer, sports, women,
Form:
Haibun
Hello my name is Marilda McQueen. You were not invited. Please return to your ship.
Politeness rules in this land of fools.
Howdy do Marilda. I am Tom Twiddlepacker. I am taking over Earth and your dog.
Good manners are ever so important.
Pardon me Tom. I am Marilda’s mother. This is a lazar gun. Put Fluffy down immediately.
Etiquette being what it is,
Pleased to meet you Ma’am. I am Tom’s wife Tilly.
I am taking your teeth now too.
The ones I am wearing or the ones in the velvet case? Both.
Hello my friends. I am G13YM2 your captor greeter. Please get in line and be quick.
That is the way Earthlings talk, right?
G12YM2, my name is Marta. Where are you taking us?
That is not your business my friend, and you are welcome to meet your acquaintance.
Hello my name is Ted Twiddlepacker. I am the one who contacted you.
Please let me know that you have my pepperoni pizza.
Glad to meet you Ted. Get in that line if you want something tasty.
Polite, mannerly, showing etiquette, they tricked us into a smooth abduction.
Yes, we are that easy.
Categories:
marta, hello,
Form:
Light Verse
I only compare myself to six
Trixie is fierce and independent
Biting and clawing her way to the top
of the totem pole
in the form of a hawk
We back off and let her be
Faerie Queen is a good girl,
doing what she can to keep peace
soothing everyone except
Trixie whom she avoids
flying away, fear of being eaten
Sam is a black puma,
with a thick tail,
He looks at you with those
slanted green eyes, and you
know you have been devoured
and eaten, back broken, head first
No one double crosses Sam
Marta is pure mess
She loves piles upon piles upon piles
Sorting and cleaning are things she scoffs
Feeling her creativity would die if she did
Cassha is curiously flitting from idea to ideal
Searching in vain for something new in the world
Marveling at anything she finds that she had never
dreamed of or found before
Ph'la is a pouter. She wants her own way
Gets angry mad and fast if she does not get it.
We all steer clear of her,
hoping she will not move our face.
Our face is a pure glare when Ph'la is in charge of us.
Trixie and Faerie Queen together cannot fix the face
after Ph'la gets going. We are trying though, we truly are.
Categories:
marta, self,
Form:
Free verse
Marta’s other pets were jealous and sore
They had been replaced by one she did adore
A stupid pig! Groused the myna bird.
The dragon was angry, but said not a word.
yellow cat waited for her chance to annoy the pig, named Pooh.
She tore up the kitchen and tried to blame him too.
Marta saw through it and gave the cat a dustpan and broom.
You will clean this up and also the dining and living room.
Now the cat was irritated, and tried to complain to the dragon.
He knew better than to get involved, he rode away in a wagon.
His last owner had also fallen in love with a large pink pig.
He decided to live with a new family, Mr. and Mrs. Dig.
Categories:
marta, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form:
Rhyme
Marta is tiny, looks unassuming, and humble.
Studies her Bible, quietly, without expecting applause.
No one double crosses her though; knowing her champion.
Feeling His disdain if they disparage her.
Categories:
marta, jesus,
Form:
Free verse
Marta lived in a dark place, shutters perpetually drawn.
Shutting out the world, the sun, people, any sign of life
It happened gradually after her husband left.
He blamed her for their only child’s death.
She had two friends who came over for months, trying to coax her out.
It did not happen. She stopped going out. Her groceries were delivered.
She never brought them in until the delivery person was gone.
One snoopy neighbor used to watch for her to run out and grab, but she died.
There was only one person on the block who might have remembered Judy.
Judy was a happy child, considering her parents were both heavy drinkers.
She was killed in the road one night by a hit and run driver.
No one was caught; she had only been nine at the time.
Mrs. Weatherbee used to come by, but she had her own family now, a life.
Besides, Marta did not let her in, only would talk through the door.
She blamed herself for her child’s death. Sometimes wondering if she
was the hit and run driver; not remembering for she had a black out that night.
It was not a good life
But she had her TV
and that was enough
for the likes of her.
Categories:
marta, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Narrative
tiger cat was scary the first little bit
stopped Marta in her tracks as she saw fit
Come closer dearie, said the large tiger cat
Let me down some light kibbles as we have a chat
When she saw his humor and story-telling skills
she got over her fear of possibly becoming one of his kills
Categories:
marta, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form:
Rhyme
Marta’s other pets were jealous and sore
They had been replaced by one she did adore
A stupid pig! Groused the myna bird.
The dragon was angry, but said not a word.
yellow cat waited for her chance to annoy the pig, named Pooh.
She tore up the kitchen and tried to blame him too.
Marta saw through it and gave the cat a dustpan and broom.
You will clean this up and also the dining and living room.
Now the cat was irritated, and tried to complain to the dragon.
He knew better than to get involved, he rode away in a wagon.
His last owner had also fallen in love with a large pink pig.
He decided to live with a new family, Mr. and Mrs. Dig.
Categories:
marta, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Rhyme