Poetry

 

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THE CELLO

Reverberating humming strum

Drawing in

The lonely one

Deeply wailing

Calls abound

Feet quickly lifted

Up

Off the ground

Unexplained

Melodies

Crying eyes

Swaying trees

Familiar sounds

Open doors

Something heard

In lives before

Glistening notes

Pulling near

A beautiful sadness

Not to fear

Tired strings

Plucking hearts

E minor echoed

Worlds apart

Bringing back a moment

Lost in time

This intrinsic journey

And it’s all mine

 ~jummyjeenz D.T.

 

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This poem is dedicated to the memory of Olive H. Prouty and the beautiful gifts that she gave to so many over the years through her healing garden, The Prouty Garden. Many of us have benefited from her generous gift. Not only plants grew in this garden but compassion, kindness, understanding, acceptance, and hope were generated there as well. Many will continue to spread these gifts around. Thanks again Olive Prouty!

(Please consider donating to the making of the film honoring her gift of a healing garden, all of those that it touched, and the struggle to save that sacred space.)

FOR MORE INFO:

https://filmmakerscollab.networkforgood.com/projects/29274-filmmakers-collaborative-the-story-of-saving-prouty-garden

THAT GARDEN

For some

Maybe the hospital

Was quieter than their home

Maybe close proximity

Made patients feel

Just like family

Maybe

For me the garden was

Constant

Illuminating my darkness

Bringing light into the life

That I was constantly blinking

In and out of

Where horizontal perspectives

Showcased

The tallest most gentle giants

Green leafy and blue

Healing with hues

Grey seemed miles away

Down fluorescent lit

Corridor freeways

That garden

My Ellis Island

Emerging

From amidst the fog

Oxygen after a long

Difficult journey

Giving me the strength

To go on

Reconnecting again

And again

Like an IV

Directly from a plant

A tree

To them

To me

We are all interconnected

Don’t you see

Metasequoia umbilical cords

Feeding and nourishing

Tiny lives

Constantly

The little ones knew

It too was alive inside

Long after they were gone

That garden

It would thrive

Little did they know

The cord would be cut

And a building just might

Swallow the Prouty up

  ~ jummyjeenz D.T.

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SKIN

I Am them

And you are they

She is him

And he is she

Humans inevitably

Strip us of our skin

Our hair

And we would be

Unaware

Unaware of the fabric

From which we were cut

Unaware of the patches

That stitched us up

Unaware of the chains

That held us down

Unaware of the differences

That we had found

Instead we would see

Red muscles

Ivory grey tendons

Green veins

Coils of information

Similar brains

Would we then see

All of our similarities

Or focus

Upon size

Or merely the fact

That we have

Different colored eyes

Would flexion occur

Or tension persist

My ulna and humerus

You don’t have to twist

I’m ready for change

With all of our skin

Intact

When our differences

Unite us

And acceptance

Becomes fact

                                                                      ~jummyjeenz D.T.

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The Artist’s Mind

I am an artist

I write

I paint

I dream

I sculpt

Whichever way

It all comes out

I’m not in control

It bowls me over

Storming out of the gullet

A torrent of soldiers

Semi-automatic ideas

Too fast to be counted

The lucky few will be

Stuffed and mounted

Never doubt their power

Or their force

Just let them out

To run their course

Organic matter splattered

Across canvas

Paper

Paint

Thread

Wood

Plastic

Metal

Floods out of this hole in my head

Staining my hands and face

Charcoal and paint

Stroke after improvised stroke

Until I faint

My brain is a musical and fluid instrument

Unlike the outside world

Maybe a curse

Or just a beautiful pearl

My art a choreographed dance

That I am always learning

Words

Images

Emotions

Constantly churning

Its innumerable steps I follow

A student of my own mind

Diving deeper and deeper under each time

Diving until the images are defined

Released in peaceful waves

Released in shouts

Choking on bile-like words

Until I spit them out

Unveiled with an urgency

They made it to the light

How suddenly day becomes night

Giving birth again and again

With a new idea

More clarity emerges

No more fear

~jummyjeenz D.T.

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They Are With Me

There are faces

Behind my eyes

Behind my smiles

So many faces

Encapsulated

Within every rough ridden mile

Within every starry-eyed sky

And tumble weed scene

The glassy

The glazed

The big bright eyes still gleam

I take them all with me

Down every dusty road

Through every open door

I feel their footprints

Reverberating, the wood planks

Upon every floor

~jummyjeenz D.T.

 

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Collaged Life

Clip the stories

Clip the ages

Clip the smiles

Magazine pages

Clip the words that you like best

Clip the positive

Forget the rest

Clip the beauty

Flip past the death

Clip the life that you like best

Clip the yes and leave the no

Clip the places you want to go

Clip the girls

Or clip the boys

Clip your favorite colors and toys

Clip away images that haunt

Flip past the parts that you don’t want

Clip expressions

Clip the eyes

Clip the truths

Flip past the lies

Clip what you want at the start

Flip right past the broken heart

Clip the love

Flip past the hate

Clip which roads to navigate

Clip the art

Flip past the war

Clip the windows

And open doors

~jummyjeenz D.T.

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Yellow

Yellow dawn

Yellow trees

Yellow floating

Painted leaves

Casting light

Upon textured bark

Distant sounds

Curiosities sparked

Colors change

As moonlight dims

By morning

Wrens will sing again

Swaying branches

Milky abyss

Howling winds

Frigid kiss

Come one

Come one

Come one and all

Heed the bluejays

Warning call

~jummyjeenz D.T.

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I Am

I am the ebb and flow

Of every rolling wave

Crashing upon your shore

The roar

The rush

The gentle gush

Of tides

That have come before

I am a vibrant blend of ivory

Tan

Red

Yellow

Orange

Green

With many other colors

Scattered about

Some still yet to be seen

I am the voice of many

Screaming aloud

So every word can and will be heard

The tears of birth

The screech of death

On the wings of every bird

I am the wind

The trees

The blowing leaves

The song that pops into your head

Then suddenly

When you change your mind

That road you take instead

I am the positive voice

Echoing and repeating

When negativity is blocking the path

The tickle

The sigh

The kiss goodbye

The thought before the laugh

I am ten million oak leaves

Bursting from their tender buds

Come spring

The arms that hold

And keep you safe

The hand that fits the ring

I am the words

To every heartfelt song

Softly whispered into your ear

After the windshield wipers

Swish and swash

The first thing that is clear

I am that perfect puffy cloud

High up in the sky

Allowing sunshine through it’s rain

The beating

Pounding

Steady heart

That tells you you’re alive

And holds you close

Even when there’s only pain

                            ~jummyjeenz D.T.

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Heavy Silence

Today

I lost my words

I lost them

Within a flood

Under quaking rubble

Land sliding

In the mud

Windswept thoughts

Tangled

In wires and trees

Would it even matter

If they were seen

Knotted within stomachs

Lodged within throats

Mangled and shredded

Banished without boats

I think the words

Found their way

Up

To my eyes

Seeped out slowly

One letter at a time

Smudged

As they ran

Together

Struggling

To make sense

While my phrases

Tied with red tape

Now, a past tense

Impenetrable

Stories

Churning all around

Feet no longer

Standing

Upon sturdy ground

Words take on new meaning

Water means breath

Money and jewels

Are useless

When nothing is left

~jummyjeenz D.T.

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Skylight

Within my chest

There’s a vacant place

A microscopic girl

Lives there

With a nameless face

I sustain and nourish her

In the absence of light

Though she lingers there

Both day and night

Curled up tightly

Between my ribs

Telling her stories

No one to call them fibs

Filling lung cavities

With salinated woes

Gently rocking

To and fro

Climbing rungs

To my esophagus

I quickly swallow

The journeys

Swift

Now waist deep

In acidic streams

She climbs again

Knowing

Up high are dreams

~jummyjeenz D.T.

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(I’m extremely honored that this poem was chosen by the Poet Laureate of Boston Danielle Legros along with twenty-nine other poets for the City Of Boston Mayor’s Poetry program April of 2017. They are all currently on display at Boston City Hall the 9th floor for Woven Threads. These poems about Boston will remain on display for one year.)

Woven Threads

By: Deana J. Tavares 2017 (jummyjeenz)

Have you seen the little fruit truck

It’s mangoes he sells

How about the pride flags

Wind-blown upon sills

The workers they scurry

All through the town

Suddenly emerging from underground

Dog walkers roaming

With handfuls of leashes

And the man who sells mangoes

Sometimes sells peaches

On moving day

Furniture stacked high

Upon sidewalks

Children drawing colorful pictures

With chalk

Crowds gather to see

Concerts on the lawn

How clean the streets look

Once the street sweeper has gone

Students lie upon blankets

One minute enveloped by grass

The next quickly running

To get back to a class

A vast sea of marchers

A towering call

Have you ever seen anyone

Building

Or

Dividing us

With walls?

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Finding Hope

Please don’t hope less

Help US

Hope more

Idealistic

Altruistic

I’ve been called worse things before

The very word hopeful

Can inspire

Motivate

Open doors

Hopeless is final

The elevator doesn’t go any lower

We’ve reached the bottom floor

Hope is eagerly waiting with bated breath

That answers and solutions

Will soon arise

The lack of hope will not

Let anything living

Thrive

Better yet survive

Lungs and hearts are crushed

By hopeless bricks

Though there are hope filled hacks

And hopeful tricks

There are many cancers that hope has kicked

Hopeless never won awards

Never saw what was behind

Unopened doors

Hopeless never found new paths

New roads to follow

For hopeless there was no tomorrow

But hope will tread a different route

Find the light, not block it out

Even under layers of wood

And dust

Slabs of concrete

Stand up and walk

Upon broken feet

This hope it lives inside us all

Wake up

Shake off the dust

Break down those walls

Preconceived notions

Stereotypes

Assumptions

Will only divide

Put it all out there

Then nothing can hide

Or break

Or crack

The earth around US

Rumble and shake

Everything that grounds us

Creating a fissure

A rift

 A crevasse

For without hope

We are all lost

A hopeless world

Will swallow us whole

Flush all of our dreams

Right down the bowl

Please don’t hope less

Help each other

Hope more

~jummyjeenz D.T. 1/20/2017

 

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Strength Of A Woman

The strength of a woman

Comes from various different places

Influenced by many

All with different faces

My mom taught me

Not to fear someone’s

sickness or disability

Nothing should keep you from

Comforting someone in need

I can say that she exemplified

Just that

Indeed

Rosa Parks taught me

That I am worthy enough

To sit just where I please

With calmness

And with grace

Just not down

Upon my knees

Joan Baez once conveyed

Dylan’s lyrics

The answers

Were blowing in the wind

And she was right

When I listened

Very carefully

I found many

Still in flight

Billie Jean King showed me

That a woman with skills

And dedication

Can and will be a winner

Ashley Graham

Clearly demonstrated

That models don’t always

Have to be thinner

Professor Kellerman

Encouraged me to express

My deepest thoughts

And emotions

Of course

This was contrary

To some men’s

Preconceived notions

Frida Kahlo showed me

That even with great adversity

Your talents

They don’t have to vanish

We speak a common language

Although it is not Spanish

Mrs. Mello

My second grade teacher

Taught me

If I really look

If I really see

The words to describe

Were right there

Visible in front of me

Oprah displayed

All at once

Great strength and vulnerability

Two things many of us

Never thought possible

Simultaneously

Froiline Maria’s character

Reminded me

To always sing

No matter how tough

Circumstances get

Happiness

It shall bring

Jane Goodall

Demonstrated how

A little compassion

Could turn the wildest creature

Into a gentle giant

We are all capable of this

Whether you believe in

Religion or Science

Sara Bareilles told me

To stop holding my tongue

Then I looked

Between the lines

To my words no longer a slave

So I took her advice

And I learned

Just how to be brave

Mrs. Nobrega showed me how

Fresh baked cookies

And phone calls

Can turn neighbors into family

And quiet noises

Between walls

Ellen Degeneres told me

Through a tiny fish

To just keep swimming

What your looking for

You will find

But throughout your journey

Just always remember

To be kind

Michelle Obama said

That there is no room

That I cannot

Proudly walk into

I am worthy

No matter who I am

Or what

I have been through

Senator Elizabeth Warren

Reminded me

We can no longer be silenced

Especially after decades

Of oppression and violence

We all have our words

That we want seen

And heard

We all have a voice

Whether we use it or not

It will be our choice!

~jummjeenz D.T. 2/2017

 

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Will You Stand By Them?

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                           (We all must ask ourselves this question)

Will you stand by them

Though they are from another nation

Will you stand by them even when there is retaliation

Will you stand by them

When they are no longer strong

Will you stand by them

When crosses burn upon their lawn

Will you stand by them

When tattoos are placed upon their arms

Will you stand by them

When they are shot down, with a right to bare arms

Will you stand by them

When their children are ripped from their loving embrace

Will you stand by them

A different culture

Another race

Will you stand by them

Immigrants just like me

Just like you

Will you stand by them

Becoming the many

Instead of the few

Will you stand by them

When the lack of pigment in your skin

Keeps you safe from danger

Will you stand by them

An ethnic

female

gay

disabled stranger

Will you stand by them

When hijabs, flags, and melanin are prominent

Will you stand by them

When it’s negativity that is dominant

Will you stand by them

Tearing down walls before they are built

Will you stand by them

Because this is the hand that we were dealt

Will you stand by them

Mixed races

Different creeds

Will you stand by them

I will indeed!

             ~jummyjeenz D.T. 11/14/2016

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We Were Poets

(To: my fellow Joiner Institute writers)

We were just poets

Through the headscarves and beards

The childhood fears

We were poets

From between the lines

And the pages

Ageless

Raceless

Brave and courageous

Just poets

Within word drenched rooms

Puddles converged

Energy consumed

Poets

~jummyjeenz D.T. 6/2017

Gabby

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The world can be filled with a great deal of negativity at times, but we all have the ability to uplift one another. ~This poem by jummyjeenz was inspired by Gabby Douglas

Gabby

Gabrielle Gabrielle
With the strength of many
Don’t let them tap your reserves
Because girl you have plenty

Handed down from those
Who came before
They broke those chains
Unlocked those doors

Your discipline, your essence
Your torch burns strongly within
Heed the words of those who fan your flames
Whenever they are dim

Others hide behind the keys of a message board
Aloud they never would utter such insensitive words

Afraid to come into the light
That you have shined so brightly by day
But unfortunately some
Know no other way

They have been taken down
Then choose to take others with them
While you have uplifted
Inspired millions

Your hair connects you, a source of pride
Each strand woven
With the DNA of your ancestors
Locked deep inside

You have moved mountains for many
Clearing away some hurdles
Opening new paths
So many young girls can follow your lead at last

Words on a screen
Not the same as in person
Said to your face they would bear
An exhaustible burden

Not hatred, just inadequacies, insecurity, and boredom
Sparks they may have found
But never had the chance to explore them

Your accomplishments are so extensive
Your journeys not over
For in a field of many
You are that four leaf clover

Keep your head held high
Retain your calmness
Your grace
Continue to let the light beam
From your beautiful face
~jummyjeenz D.T. 8/16/2016