Monday, February 16, 2015

Black History Month-(continued)



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Freedom Train

Freedom Train

What is it I hear?
Sounds like a train drawing near.
Ain’t no ordinary train.
It’s the freedom train.
Underground and out of sight.
Comin like a thief in the night.
Freedom train,
Freedom train
Comin round the bend.
Songs of freedom blowin in the wind.
Freedom train, freedom train.
Gonna ride that freedom train.
Freedom train, freedom train.
Nothing will be the same.
Voices whispering in the dark of night,
Don’t go left, go right.
Bloodhounds drawing near
As if they can smell the fear.
Hush!
Hush!
Don’t make a sound
We will be found.
Can’t get tired now.
Got to keep on going somehow.
Freedom train,
Freedom train.
Gonna ride that freedom train.
Freedom train,
Freedom train
Comin round the bend.
Songs of freedom blowin in the wind.
Waited so long for this day.
Gonna sing a song of freedom in a land far away.
By and by,
No more tears to cry.
All sorrows  passed.
Gonna be free at last.
Freedom train, freedom train
Gonna ride that freedom train.
Those who once came to ride
Have long since died.
I can still hear their spirits calling me.
For what a tragedy
That some had to die and never see
Their dream of freedom become reality.
Wish that they could hear the whistle
Of freedom blowing once again .
Would that I could tell them the suffering
Has come to an end.
All sorrows are passed.
We are free at last.
Freedom train,
Freedom train,
Coming round the bend.
Songs of freedom blowin in the wind.
Freedom train,
Freedom train
Gonna ride that freedom train.

Copyright 2014, by Patricia Newman-Harris, Living the Dream




Sunday, February 15, 2015

Happy Valentine's Day-To the gentlemen out there who are looking to impress that special someone. I would like to share this poem.-Still



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You don't have to buy her the house on the hill.
If you never buy her that Seville,
She will love you still.
You don't have to take her to Cartier
To make her day.
Just love her in your own sweet way.
She doesn't need a diamond ring or a fancy car.
You will always be her superstar.
It doesn't take an expensive dress.
You don't have to impress.
All the money in the world
Won't make her your girl.
It's the little things that mean a lot.
Don't try to be someone you are not.
You have to know how to make her happy
Whether the cupboards or full or empty.
She's got to know that when times get rough,
Your love will be enough.
You can give her everything money can buy,
But it won't put a sparkle in her eyes.
What good is your money if she doesn't have you?
She has to know your love is true.
It's not the size of the ring
That will make her heart sing.
If you make her your star,
She will always love you just as you are.
You don't have to buy her the house on the hill,
If you never buy her that Seville,
She will love you.
Still.

From:
Promises of Love..Lulu.com
copyright Patricia Newman-Harris

I know some would beg to differ about this, but I believe if you find the one who is coming from a sincere place of love, "Lying safe within her arms", you will be "born again."


Saturday, February 14, 2015

Happy Valentine's Day to all!




I Promise You

My love,
Let me show you love like you've never
known before.
I will open the door to emotions you've
never felt before.
I can make your dream of love come true.
I promise you.
If you will say you will be mine.
I will love you for all times.
When I say I love you,
You can believe it is true.
I want to spend the rest of my life with you.
Doing whatever you want to do.
We will cruise to far away places,
Walk the sandy beaches of Kauai,
Just you and I
I can make your dream of love come true.
I promise you.
You will forget all the lovers in your past.
I am certain, I will be your last.
If you say you will be mine,
Our love will be a special kind.
I can make your dream of love come true.
I promise you.

Copyright Patricia Harris 2008






Monday, February 9, 2015

Black History Month-Wk. 2- Tribute to the Little Rock Nine

Tribute to the Little Rock Nine

 

Picture taken from Marquette University.edu.
http://www.marquette.edu/littlerocknine/

Little Rock Nine

Little Rock Nine
When I think of black history,
You come to mind.
In turbulent times
You stood strong
Bravely, fighting to right
our nation's wrong.
You did what you had to do.
Nothing could stop you.
Your courage, your strength,
Your determination
Changed a nation
You climbed high the mountain of
Segregation
So that people of every station
could have a right to a decent education.
Through the name calling and spitting,
You choose to hang tough.
You could have said enough,
But you endured for us.
You suffered humiliation,
anger and wrath,
Every day you went to class.
When threatened with attack
You didn't turn back.
You were so young,
But you stood,
Bravely as you could
How can we not be proud?
Through the angry, screaming crowd,
You pressed.
With  heads held high,
You walked on by,
You sailed the winds of adversity,
Crossed the angry sea
For you and me.
You endured
Resting secure
That your labors would not be in vain.
You bore the anger, you bore the pain.
Now it is up to us to walk through the doors
You opened wide
With the same determination and pride.
You blasted the doors of segregation,
Paved a way to the road of education,
Gave us an opportunity to matriculate
on an equal playing field
That our destiny could no longer be sealed
by the chains of inequality.
You crossed the line
So that victory would be mine.
When I think of black history
Little Rock Nine,
You will always come to mind.

Copyright 2014, Patricia Newman-Harris
Living the Dream

Open letter to our children

I'm writing this letter to you in the hopes that you will not only listen,, you will hear. Would that I could wake those who slumber and sleep on the bed of complacency and apathy.  Would that I could make you see that you don't have to be content with the ordinary.  I know you get tired of hearing the same old same, but I want you to understand that you can be whatever you want to be.  You are not confined by person or place, color or race.  Oh, that you would finally hear what the universe is so loudly speaking.  These are messages that some don't want you to hear, but if you listen, you can hear them loud and clear.  I know you can do anything, but you have to believe you can.  Failure is not a fact, nor is it is an option to be considered.  You have the same courage, determination, and power as the Little Rock Nine.  You don't have the obstacles they had to endure.  You just get up, put on your clothes and go to school.  There is no one physically standing outside to block your way.  Those children endured the worse so that you would have the opportunity to equal education.  Granted, all schools are still not equal, but you have to do the best you can with what you are given.  You can't blame your parents, the school, or the teacher.  Inevitably, you are responsible for you.  If you feel you are not learning in class, use the internet.  You use it for anything else you want to know.  It is a powerful tool of education that is available to almost anyone.

In closing, I want you to know You have been handed a great legacy.  The doors of opportunity have been opened wide.   It hurts to see you throwing it away without thought or consideration of our history.  Your freedom is a gift that was bought with the blood, sweat and tears of our ancestors.  It is not yours to throw away.  You have to seize every opportunity, throwing nothing away.  Nothing! 

In case you haven't noticed, people are quickly gobbling up the crumbs that fall from our table.  They are hungry for the opportunities you so callously throw away.  Here, we sit in the land of plenty willingly starving from a lack of knowledge, refusing to go to college, when our forefathers burned for the chance to learn.

I hope you will accept and consider what I have said seriously.  Your future is in your hands.  Do all you can to stand.  When you feel like you can't stand anymore, stand.  I know you can.  Remember, the race is not given to the swift or to the strong, but to the one who is willing to endure to the end.  I want to see you win.  That is my sole desire. 



Monday, February 2, 2015

Happy Black History Month

During Black History Month, I will be sharing some of the poems from my book that are about people that have shaped our history through their willingness to sacrifice.  It is because of them that we can enjoy the privileges we have today.

Rosa Parks
Rosa Parks

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Rosa Parks with Martin Luther King, Jr. in background.
BornRosa Louise McCauley
February 4, 1913
Tuskegee, Alabama, U.S.
DiedOctober 24, 2005 (aged 92)
Detroit, Michigan, U.S.
NationalityAmerican
OccupationCivil rights activist
Known forMontgomery Bus Boycott
Home townTuskegee, Alabama
Spouse(s)Raymond Parks (1932–1977)



Rosa Louise McCauley Parks (February 4, 1913 – October 24, 2005) was an African-American Civil Rights activist, whom the United States Congress called "the first lady of civil rights" and "the mother of the freedom movement".[1] Her birthday, February 4, and the day she was arrested, December 1, have both become Rosa Parks Day, commemorated in both California and Ohio.  from Wikipedia

We celebrate and commemorate Rosa Parks Day on February 4th.  Here's to you Mrs. Parks.  We will forever be thankful for your contribution to Civil Rights.



Ride Rosa Ride

December 1955
One bus ride
Changed the world as we knew it
Altered our destiny,
Redefined history.
One woman boarded the bus
And took a seat
To rest her tired feet.
When asked to stand
She held her head high
And let it all ride
When threatened with jail,
She prevailed.
So, ride Rosa ride
Ride for every stripe to our forefather’s back,
Ride for justice,
Freedom and equality
Ride for you and me.
Ride for every slave that died.
Rest your tired feet and ride.
She was ordered to stand
But that wasn’t in the plan
She held her head high
And let it ride
Tired of accepting what had always been
She threw caution to the wind
Ride Rosa ride.
Take a seat
Rest your tired feet
Hold your head high
And ride
Ride for every stripe to our forefather’s back
Ride for every racial attack
Ride for every injustice we had to face
Take your rightful place.
Hold your head high and ride.
You didn’t realize what you did
But you changed the world as we knew it
That’s what you did.
That’s what you did.
Quietly, peacefully,
You unveiled the ugliness of inequality
When you decided to ride.
Ride Rosa, ride
Hold your head high
Ride, Rosa, ride,
Ride, ride, ride.

Ride Rosa, ride!

copyright Patricia Newman-Harris 2014:  Living the Dream, 



Monday, January 12, 2015

Celebrating the Legacy of Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.



Thank You for the Dream

As we celebrate the legacy
You left behind
The light of your love still shines
The words, I have a dream
Still scream
Resonating beyond the grave
To the roads you have paved.
Though you are gone,
On the strength of your words alone,
One man stood strong
Declaring, “Yes we can”
With the passion and fire
that only you could inspire.
Because of you,
a dream came true
For a nation.
For every little boy and girl
Across the world,
The doors of opportunity opened wide.
So, we can stand with pride
Knowing anyone can climb the mountain
Until they reach the top.
You sparked an eternal flame.
There is no limit to what we can attain.
The legacy you left behind
Has allowed us to shine.
So, today, we just want to say thank you.
Thank you for the victories we have won,
For the triumphs we have seen
Most of all, thank you for the dream.
Your blood, sweat and tears
Brought us through the trying years.
Thank you,
Thank you
For the opportunities you provided,
For the doors that opened wide,
For every road you paved,
For the lives you saved
For the seed you have sown
For the wind you have blown
Beneath our wings.
For all these things,
We thank you.
Because of you, our dreams can come true
You have passed the baton
So, your dreams will live on.
For all that you left behind,
I just want the first thank you to be mine.
Because of you, no man need die
His dreams untried.
You died for that cause.
So, today we pause
And say thank you.
Thank you
For all the firsts achieved
Because you believed
For the lions of hate that were tamed
In your name,
For the victories we have won
For the triumphs we have seen;
For all that it means,
Thank you for the dream.
Thank you for the dream
For all that it means,
Thank you for the dream

copyright 2014 by Patricia Newman-Harris,  Living the Dream



Friday, January 2, 2015

Happy New Year to all!





I don't routinely make New Years resolutions.  I do like to reflect on my last year's mistakes in an effort to do things better.  I see the New Year as our second chance.  Maybe we didn't get some things right last year, but every new day brings an opportunity to do better.  This new year is our chance, our chance growth, our chance for change, our chance to love.

Let's purpose to put a little more love in our hearts this year.  We don't have to wait for Valentine's Day.  After all, what has hating one another accomplished?  If you ask me, hate is overrated.

Hate is Overrated

If you ask me, simply stated,
Hate is overrated.
My grandma used to say,
"You can catch more bees with honey."
When I was younger, I thought that was funny,
But it's true.
It's really not anything new.
Think about it.
What has hate brought the universe?
If you ask me,
Hate cancels out unity
And brings nothing but heartbreak and misery.
Are walls torn down
Where hate abounds?
Are bridges built
Where hate has left it's filth?
No matter how far we seek,
We will never find the "White Cliffs of Dover"
Where hatred has reached it's peak.
I'm not saying anything that hasn't been said before,
But like a mother who is unsure,
I'm just casting the line again
Hoping that I can get through.
That's all I can do.
I hope one day we can learn to build more
bridges than we burn.
Only then can our hearts instinctively yearn for the greater good,
And more, peace love and brotherhood.

Copyright 2015 Patricia-Newman Harris

Happy New Year!