Posts Tagged ‘poem


The President And First Lady’s Day

Barack Obama, Matteo Renzi



Obama welcomes Renzi before their meeting in the Oval Office at the White House in Washington

 President Barack Obama welcomes Italy’s Prime Minister Matteo Renzi before their meeting in the Oval Office at the White House

Obama speaks with Renzi at the start of their meeting in the Oval Office at the White House in Washington

Barack Obama, Matteo Renzi

U.S. President Obama listens during joint news conference with Italian Prime Minister Renzi at the White House in Washington



Barack Obama, Matteo Renzi

 President Barack Obama speaks during a news conference with Italian Prime Minister Matteo Renzi. The two leaders spoke on a range of issues, including Ukraine, Libya and Islamic State militants

Barack Obama, Matteo Renzi

U.S. President Obama and Italian Prime Minister Renzi listen to a question during joint news conference at the White House in Washington

U.S. President Obama addresses joint news conference at the White House in Washington




Barack Obama


U.S. President Obama greets Italian Prime Minister Renzi after their joint news conference at the White House in Washington





Barack Obama, Matteo Renzi

President Barack Obama greets poet laureate Elizabeth Alexander during an event in the State Dining Room at the White House. President Barack Obama and First Lady Michelle Obama hosted the event in celebration of National Poetry Month



Michelle Obama, Elizabeth Alexander

First Lady Michelle Obama attends an event in celebration of National Poetry Month

Elizabeth Alexander

Poet laureate Elizabeth Alexander gives a poetry reading in the State Dining Room of the White House




Obama arrives to deliver opening remarks at a poetry reading by Alexander, in honor of National Poetry Month, in the State Dining Room of the White House in Washington

Barack Obama



Obama waves to students sitting behind her as she arrives for a poetry reading by Alexander, in honor of National Poetry Month, in the State Dining Room of the White House in Washington




Barack Obama, Elizabeth Alexander




Barack Obama


Martin Luther King Jr: Always In Our Hearts


Jacqueline Oboomer

Dr. King, always in our hearts

We celebrate his singular life each time we
think of his good works
and the hope and change he brought.
We commemorate his birth in January.
We visit his memorial on the mall
We tell his remarkable story
to the little children of today.
We’d rather leave the marking of the date
he was assassinated in Memphis
to the history books.
But all of it is what we were given
and what he was given.
And, this year, as we recall it was
forty-seven years ago on April 4
that his “four little children”
lost him …
Let us not forget about them
as we rejoice that he belonged to the world
for as long as he did
as we examine the “content of his character”
around the globe, as long as we all still do.
In our minds, we will remember him
and that our voices must keep
challenging the injustices
as we keep yearning for equality for all.
That night,
Robert Kennedy suggested
we dedicate ourselves
to what the Greeks had written
many years before:
“To tame the savageness of man and
make gentle the life of this world.”
A man named Barack Obama,
also in our hearts,
who later
became our President,
surely has dedicated himself to
“taming the savageness of man”
throughout the world
and to a “more perfect union”
here at home.
This year, no matter our religious beliefs
or non-beliefs,
it seems quite fitting somehow,
if only for the history books,
that the date we recall sits between
Good Friday and Passover and Easter
while prayers from other faiths are also
being said,
around the clock,
all over the globe,
in the interests of the human race.
Dr. King, always in our hearts.
Hope and change, always on the horizon,
to “make gentle the life of this world.”









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Night Owl Chat: A Little Poetry

Hat tip to our own Yardarm for this one: Vanessa Marco – Patriarchy


Carrie Rudzinski – In America

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“Our Phenomenal Mothers” by TOD’s HZ

Hello TODers,

I just had to share this BEAUTIFUL poem by our very own HZ that is tucked in one of the last comments on my post from yesterday. Get out the Kleenex tissues first. Reflect. Enjoy


Our Phenomenal Mothers

by HZ


I find quiet time when my soul is fighting off the floods of discouragement.
I then try to quiet my space with music, a seat in the library and music room.
I look up at one of the precious photos of my mother sitting at my piano when she came out to visit me long before she left me here on this earth.

Then I smile and try to remember what songs hymns she was playing that particular time. I feel some peace coming over my body when I think of those songs.
I then look over at a very special photo of my loving brother and see him as he is in his career and remembering how our mother and father worked so hard to make sure that we had the opportunities to grace the halls of some great educational settings. But then I cry a little because I remember how she worked so hard to make that happen for us.

I remember seeing her precious feet so swollen after standing in a family’s kitchen, bathroom, sunroom, pool house, washing, and cleaning and then preparing all of their meals and all of their holiday dinners and parties. And feel the salty tears slowly running down my cheeks as I say, “Thank you God for this beautiful and precious lady, our mother who did all of this for us.

Then I look around and see the many blessings that I have received because she wore those uniforms to conform to the rules of that family’s rules while she knew one day she would not have to do it any longer; but she would not take a penny more or less for that journey to make sure she paved the road so her baby son and daughters could walk down many less rugged roads in the future.

Then I feel my space getting peaceful and more lovely because of the fountain of memories of this phenominal woman who gave so much to her children so that they may dream big dreams; work hard in school; read a lot and learn about how other mothers were trying to do the same for their precious children.

Then my quiet space becomes sweeter and sweeter because of where I chose to sit, be quiet, listen to the whispers of God reminding me of how some of those days were born so that I could sit and give thanks as I journey at the tender age of almost seventy with pride, joy, and thanksgiving.

My tears are streaming with such speed that I do not want them to stop because they remind me of what a precious, beautiful, peaceful, hardworking, and loving mother and father I had in my life.

So these distractions moving around our great President and First Lady remind me daily of how President Obama must have his quiet time and allow the tears to flow while he remembers how hard his precious mother worked to raise, and exposed all of her goodness to Maya and PBO.

What loving and Phenomenal Mothers we all had and maybe some still do in our space; well

give them a hug, if they are still with you;
give them a call;
give them a hand written note on some lovely stationery
give them a lovely walk downtown and have a nice quiet lunch;
give them a lovely journey with some of the most lovely and fun notes about how they spent time with you;

And most of all, just give them a moment where you tell them how much you appreciate their worn out shoes to walk places where others did not dare walk for you. Just take the time, if it is possible to reach out and do one of these or one of your own choosing.

I wish I had all of the thoughts my precious mother, especially, thought as she walked to that job for all those years just to take care of her dear children. ‘Our Phenomenal Mothers.’


I went on line and found a lovely place where one can personally create a lovely garden flag with your personal touch on it in remembrance of your mother. I did one for our mother. Her favorite colors, and it will be placed in the lovely and special rose that I found and purchased today. I am so elated to have it arrive before my brother makes his next trip out here; if he can get away from his very, very important position, it will be a lovely moment for both of us. What a time we will have to share.
I know PBO does these types of loving acts of love with his sister since their mother is no longer with him. What moments those have to be for them.

Let us keep each other in our beautiful places of goodness as we go into another week. We were blessed with a wonderful week with our President, First Lady, and VPOTUS and SLOTUS. Thank you Chips and TOD Family. This place is such a sweet and respectful haven of knowledge, and great support for PBO.



A President Who Cares


Pete Souza: A soldier hugs President Barack Obama following his remarks at Bagram Airfield in Afghanistan, May 25


President Obama steps off Air Force One after arriving at Bagram Air Field for an unannounced visit


President Obama greets US Ambassador to Afghanistan James Cunningham and General Joseph Dunfore, Commander of ISAF and US Forces Afghanistan, after disembarking from Air Force One upon arrival at Bagram Air Field



President Obama and Brigadier General Erik Kurilla view photos of fallen military personnel at Camp Alpha, Bagram


‘Our War Dead’ by Jacqueline O’Boomer

We woke up this morning
Each bowing our head
For the wounded, the missing
And “our war dead”

“Our war dead”
Has such a hollow sound
Until we acknowledge it’s flesh and blood
In our sacred ground

We know for the missing souls
Who never came back
The graves on the hill
Are what grieving families lack

Many brave warriors
Left limbs behind
Lucky to come back home
But with mountains to climb

Many came back to loving arms
Waiting at the crowded dock
But they had lost their innocence
To war trauma and shell shock

A moment of remembrance
An image of sorrow
We share in their grief
On each tomorrow …


President Obama attends a military briefing with General Joseph Dunfore at Bagram Air Field




President Obama awards medals to U.S. troops




President Obama does a Hawaiian “shaka” as he greets US troops


President Obama and General Joseph F. Dunford take the stage to address the U.S. Troops

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‘The Young Man In The Photograph’

@3ChicsPolitico: A large crowd kneels in prayer in Milwaukee on the first anniversary of the assassination of Dr King May 5, 1969.

by jacquelineoboomer (@JOBoomr)

I saw the young man
In the photograph
Three rows in, on the right
After you pointed him out
And he wore a hoodie
On that day of days
And probably into that night
Back in May of 1969
When the people were
Commemorating the
Awful Dr. King assassination
We had all lived through
With them
The year before.

And so it was in so many ways
And so many years since
That another young man
Minding his own business
With his entire life ahead
Walked out onto the street
Away from the protection of his father
Wearing a hoodie into the night
And into the photographs in our minds

Rest in Peace, Dr. King
Rest in Peace, Trayvon Martin
Never forgotten in the annals of history
And the depths of the souls
Of good people
Like you, when you thought to point out the likeness
Like us, when we understood the meaning
Good people, coast to coast
And sea to shining sea
All the good people they left behind
To pass the story forward.

© jacquelineoboomer







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