Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Friday, September 12, 2014

What's love got to do with it?



I have been relatively silent as of lately. I suppose it is due to the fact that I am still trying to get back to a new normal, following the ordeal that had been my life last year. Still current events calls me back to make my comments and voice my opinion. This blog entry is one that I really hope goes viral and attracts the attention of women and men, it is addressing the issue of Domestic Violence.

Earlier this year, Super Bowl champ Ray Rice found himself embroiled in a scandal. Not one of steroids, or drugs, but of a physical altercation with his then fiancĂ© (now wife) Janay Palmer in an Atlantic City casino elevator. 

This assault would not have gotten more than a simple two minute news mention had it occurred between any two people, simply because it was caught on video. It was his notoriety that garnered the more than week long attention of the media. Surprisingly, people commented how they were shocked by the callousness when we all had seen him drag an unconscious Janay out of the elevator. The NFL gave him a 2 game suspension and the prosecutor offered him a deal of attending classes. It was a joke of a punishment, and I heard people say it was due to the fact that Janay Palmer stayed with Ray Rice, even going as far as marrying him since the Atlantic City hotel occurrence. Some even noted, "why do more?  She obviously was ok with it,  she married him!" There is no shock here, we tend to do that with women, we blame the victim. 

Then TMZ gave us an eye-opener by releasing the video of Ray Rice actually punching Janay a few times. The one punch that caused some of us to drop our jaws to the ground was "the knockout punch" where we were witnesses to just how she became unconscious. Now the rules changed and the NFL quickly changed its' tune. Indefinite suspension and the firing from the Ravens. Rutgers University removed their affiliation with their former alumni and his football jersey was promptly remove from the NFL store. A hashtag became popular on social media #WHYISTAYED. Still, Janay stood by her man, even voicing her objection of his firing and the collective reaction to the abuse we had all witnessed. This came as no surprise to me, I have known women like Janay. Fortunately, I was never a woman that stayed, but unfortunately I was a woman who knew what it was to be hit like Janay was. 

Statistically speaking one in four women will experience abuse at the hands of her significant other at some point in her life. I had the displeasure of being one of those one in four during my single years. My ex-boyfriend had become upset over a trivial matter and proceeded to choke me in my bedroom. I did not live with him, so when he left I decidedly ended the relationship once he was away from me. I thought I was being safe. I was wrong. He repeatedly called, apologizing to me and begging me to take him back. I was resilient in my resolve to end it and stood fast by my word to not take him back,. What I was not aware of is that the most dangerous time for a woman is not when she is with her abuser, but after she leaves. I was also unaware of the mental strain and abuse he had subjected me to, eroding at my self esteem. It was simple to do because I was already reeling from a bad divorce and a termination from my job. I was ripe for the picking when we met, and he charmed me. I was blind to what he was, until it was too late. Finally, one day I allowed him to come by to get a few of his things (some CD's, books and a jacket). I didn't know that something so simple would turn into something so ugly. My daughter was home asleep in her bed, surely I would be safe, he liked my daughter. Yet on the scale of how wrong I was, I had hit the motherlode with this one. He again tried to talk me into getting back together, after realizing it was not going to happen, he proceeded to beat me within an inch of my life. The thing I most remember was what he said to me, "When your daughter wakes up in the morning she will find you dead!".  

Needless to say, I lived and my daughter never woke up during my beat down because I had the good sense to play dead and survived the night. I called the police, pressed charges and saw the courts do what little it could. That is the thing, there is little that "first time" offenders get when brought to court, or even second and third time offenders for that fact. 

Domestic Abuse happens to women every day and there are other facts that are quite alarming when it comes to violence against women. Such as the highest number of reported domestic abuse incidents occurs on Super Bowl Sunday.  Reportedly, approximately 25% of homeless families in NYC are homeless due to Domestic Violence. Also, did you know that over 3 million children witness Domestic Violence in their homes. Female murder victims have a one in three chance of having been killed by a spouse or significant other. These are just a few facts related to abuse and women, still as a nation we do little to hold the abuser accountable. We make excuses for the men and expect the female to leave, often times without support (financially or emotionally). Isn't it time we take the courts to task? Shouldn't we finally make our voices unified and heard for the women who can't speak up? When will we finally say ENOUGH? 

I know that we have started a conversation, it is long over due. It is important that we don't stop talking. The tendency in this country is to speak about something only when it's a hot button issue, then we drop it for the next hot topic. This should not be a subject we drop, we need to address it and finally find a way to help end the cycle of abuse, so that statistics like those above mentioned are not the norm. 

I hope that for the sake of Janay and her daughter she seeks help and comes to understand that there is never a reason for such brutality. I also hope that Janay comes to realize how lucky she was that she didn't die as a result of that punch because it was very close to being her reality. More than that I hope that Ray Rice learns to control himself and understands he was lucky that she was unconscious and not dead. 

We have to learn to stop blaming the women and point the finger of blame and shame on the perpetrators and not the victims. Only then can we begin to solve the problem of violence on women. If you or someone you know is a victim please seek help by calling 1-899-621-HOPE (4673). All calls are confidential.

This time there is no quote that I leave you with, but, rather a poem I wrote when I had my own experience. I simply ask that you read it and pass it along.


LOVE
By CC Benjamin


Man, Woman, Love
Woman, Man, Hate
Man slaps woman
Dead in her face

Woman, Man, Love
Man, Woman, Fear
Woman cowering in the
Corner shedding her tears

Man, You call her your Queen
Yet you spit in her face
If she doesn’t tend to
Your every need

Woman, You say that he is
Your King
As if you are proud to claim
All the scars you now wear

Bam! Pow! Crash!
Shriek! Boom! Yelp!

These aren’t the sounds from heaven
But your own personal hell

He beats me!
She pissed me off!
He scares me!
She needs to shut up!

Funny how I can’t recall
These lines in sonnets
And love songs

Love like this started with lies
Sometimes it ends when
One of us dies

Man; Grow up! Do like your name!
Be the protector, the provider,
The lover, the friend
Be loyal and kind
Court her with your soul
Stop destroying her mind
Your hands should caress
That angelic face
Not breaking her down 
To put her in her “place”

Woman; listen to me
Be ALL that you are,
Who you truly are meant to be
A giver of life, to be cherished
And loved

Strong, courageous, brave and proud
Stop living in madness
Stop living in fear

It was never your fault
He will still live on
If you walk away

Let him carry the blame
Let him bear all the shame

Find your dignity
Find yourself
Love your spirit
Love you
Love you
Love you before all else
Love you
Love you
Love you before someone else
Love you
Love you
Love me
For I am you
You live in me
I love you
I love me
LOVE




Wednesday, August 13, 2014

A Tribute For A Legend

Rest In Peace

ROBIN WILLIAMS



July 21, 1951 – August 11, 2014

"Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, 
(for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?
Answer.
That you are here—that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse." ~Walt Whitman


I had not thought of this poem until yesterday when the movie Dead Poets Society ran  through my mind at the news of the tragic death of Robin Williams. I wasn't certain that I had heard the news correctly at first. I, like many others I suppose, thought it was another cruel internet hoax. Surely not Genie, or cheerful Mrs. Euphegenia Doubtfire be dead! Then I remembered that a thin veil of a line lies between comedy and tragedy. I no longer had the doubt, only the sorrow at a very tragic loss of a man I only knew through his work. Surprisingly,  as I was sitting at my laptop, reading the incredulous news of his suicide I noticed that a few tears had fallen onto the desk. 

The tears were not from the loss of Robin Williams, or his comedic genius. I believed I cried for the pain that he had been in to have taken his own life at 63. It was a pain that I had become all to familiar with following my own bout of depression following a year and a half in a hospital. Suicide, by definition merely means to take one's own life, the complete opposite of what our innate self instinctively does, self preservation. How could a man that gave us so much joy and laughter have been in so much desperate pain? It wasn't fair, I decided.

Then the words came across my computer screen, Robin Williams has died by an apparent suicide.  There was that word again. I shook my head, this can't be real and like so many others worldwide I took to social media. Tweeting my sympathies, expressing my grief, and remembering the numerous roles he had portrayed over the years. Another tear fell down my cheek.  Then I heard softly, "O Captain my Captain,..". Dead Poets Society, perhaps one of my favorite films of all times. The film deals with loyalty, leadership, friendships and teenage angst. The film climaxes with the suicide of a character we had grown to love and felt his disappointment when his father rejected his dream. Funny how this was the first movie that came to mind rather than his comedic roles, or standup. 

What I loved about this movie was the character of Mr Keating, played by Robin Williams. His love of poetry, words and the seduction of them. I saw the similarities shared by the actor and the character he portrayed. When you write jokes and tell them you have to have an affinity for the language. By far my favorite quote from the movie however was the line he gave following his reciting "'Oh Me, 'Oh Life".  What is your verse?

So to that I would like to answer in my tribute to Robin Williams, a man I had loved from a far. Admiring his wit, comedic timing, dramatic presence and his gentle spirit that embraced us all when he reached out to make us laugh. What was his verse? It was not that of a court jester, for he never played the fool.  He embarked on a mission to tickle us in the deepest part of our funny bone. A graduate of the prestigious Juilliard, he honed his skill as an actor taking us on adventures to lands as far away as Jumanji running away from hunters to Neverland where we fought Captain Hook. He dazzled us with his brilliance in Good Will Hunting and scared us in One Hour Photo. Made us feel compassion for the sick in Patch Adams and Awakenings, making some of us want to become physicians and heal the world. He made us giggle in The Birdcage and Mrs Doubtfire, wondering how could Sally Field not forgive him, forgetting it was only a movie. Some of us relived our childhood when we heard the Genie tell Alladin he'd never have a friend like him, or the wisdom of a crazy penguin, worshiped by many or when he embodied that fast talking Fender in Robots. His verse was more than that of entertainer, or icon. His verse was tour guide of planet earth and its' inhabitants humankind.  He showed us every emotion and made us feel them. We laughed, we cried, we marveled at his energy and endless talent. Now we sigh, and pause while we remember an old friend who many of us first met with two words; "Na-Nu, Na=-Nu."

Tonight, I will say goodbye to this Prince of Comedy the only way I know how; with poetry and words, that I think he would have appreciated. 

Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Everything remains as it was.
The old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no sorrow in your tone.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without  effort
Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was.
There is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner.
All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting,  when we meet again.


Farewell Fisher King, you gave us a ride that was unforgettable and you absence will leave a void that can't and will never be filled. Thank you for sharing your talent with us all.

To my readers, I have no quotes tonight, my heart is full. Let's just remember the man that put a smile on our face just by walking in a room.




Friday, June 29, 2012

How Women Shaped My Life, including Nora Ephron

"Note: This blog entry means much to me. It is dedicated to filmmaker Nora Ephron, who sadly passed away on Tuesday June 26th. I wanted to make certain that my words not only expressed my thoughts of her and her work, but how she was one of the women who helped direct my path in the writing world. As always, I thank you for taking the time to read. To Ms. Ephron and her family, my deepest sympathy to you. She was a remarkable woman and her light will be missed."
Nora Ephron (May 19, 1941 – June 26, 2012)
I know that I have stated before that my "burgeoning" writing career at one time consisted of doing the copy for the obituary section of a newspaper. The irony is that the paper is now gone, with people using the internet for its news source it became a casualty of technology. I suppose I could have written their obituary as well.  My exposure to writing the synopsis of the lives of the deceased had allowed me to craft my skill. It taught me how to be expressive of the people I wrote of, people I never met, for families I never knew.  It turned out that this gave me a classroom of sorts, for character building. Grateful though I am for the experience, times like these I feel as though it is a repetitive routine when writing a tribute following the death of someone famous, especially when they unknowingly had an impact on my life.

My love for writing began shortly after my love of books developed. I can remember that I had little interest in reading when I was young, my parents read books to me every night, but honestly, I thought they were just telling tales to make me go to sleep. Then a school crossing guard gave me a book to read over the weekend, and told me to tell her what I thought about it on Monday. The book was Little Women by Louisa May Alcott and I was hooked. Over the next week I read the entire book and returned it to Mrs "B". She had another book for me, Anne of Green Gables, thus began my love affair. Before I knew it, I had developed an insatiable appetite for books and words.   

Then came English class in junior high, with Miss Lipton. Her excitement about literature was infectious.  I couldn't wait for third period, she introduced me to sonnets, poetry and William Shakespeare. As my progression through my education continued, I was fortunate to have had some of the best teachers and influences in my life; opening doors to the literary world. The library became my second home, but now I wanted to create. In walks Mrs Lorianne Brooks, and her red pen and side notations. This teacher took the time to not just grade my papers, she made certain to tell me where I made my mistakes and how I could improve. I took them to heart, and hope that she knows she truly made a difference.

The string that ties this all together is what happened to me a few years ago when I happened to be visiting my grandmother on the Upper West Side of New York City. After finishing the running morning errands with her, I decided to take a walk in my beloved city. Now if you are unfamiliar with this city this may seem odd, but in Manhattan we see stars everywhere, some of us are too busy to acknowledge them, others gawk. On this particular day I saw Nora Ephron, and I was as the Brits say "Gobsmacked!' She was sitting in a cafe, I imagine waiting for a friend. I summoned the courage and began to babble of how I admire her work, how her book and movie Heartburn saved me when I was going through my divorce and then apologized for interrupting her thanking her for listening to me prattle on. She was gracious, and told me thank you. She asked me what I did for work, and told her how I had a small column in a fledgling paper, but my dream was to write. She told me; "Then write! You will never know if you don't and living with regret will only make you wish you tried." Here is the proverbial bow from the string that tied these strong, passionate women, who all had wit and helped shaped me, tying them together. 

Today I write, with some published poetry under my belt. Still passionate about words and their power. Nurtured by women who walked in my life, some in classrooms, some in books and movies. My hope is only that one day I too will be an influence in the lives of other women aspiring to write.

Admittedly this blog entry was inspired upon learning of the death of Nora Ephron. She truly was a woman to be reckoned with. A feminist, not only making it in a man's world of Hollywood films and story telling, but creating female characters with depth, that were not only relate able, but ones that made us cheer for them, even with their flaws. They were human, they were real, and for me best of all they were vulnerable yet strong. I was too young to appreciate Heartburn when it first was published, but came across it in the midst of my divorce. Like many others, I was delighted when I saw her work on film. Laughing incessantly at the witty lines exchanged between the characters. Films that have been given the label of "chick flicks", that in retrospect are more of couple flicks. She had an insight into the human condition when it came to matters of the heart. Finally romantic movies were no longer about a Prince riding in on a white horse rescuing a damsel in distress, it was about foolish choices, miscommunication, angst, and awkwardness, in other words it was real life.


I have to admit that my affection for Nora Ephron also came from a commonalty we shared. Not just that of women who married more than once, being betrayed by our choices. Our connection was forged within a city, the city of New York. In the majority of her movies you could feel her love affair with Manhattan, from the scenery, to the iconic structures that often played as important a role as the characters she wrote of. 


No, I will never forget Ms. Ephron, although I am certain that I was just another one of her many fans on that afternoon in a street-side cafe. Fortunately, we will have her many works to remember her. A legacy that will live in Harry and Sally, Sam, Annie and Jonah, Kathleen and Joe, and most recently Julie and Julia. Rest in peace Ms. Nora Ephron, and thank you for giving a young woman words of wisdom that forever changed my world.

Before I conclude, I want to add a comment from Meryl Streep, a good friend of Nora Ephron, who starred in her films Heartburn and most recently Julie & Julia. Upon learning the news of her friend's death Ms Streep said; "She was a true trailblazer, Nora Ephron leaves behind a legacy of always knowing the right (and wittiest) thing to say. She was "an expert" in all the departments of living well."

Now you know I can't end an entry without a few quotes; so why not the ones from the woman who made words dance off of a page and capture our hearts.

"To state the obvious, romantic comedies have to be funny and they have to be romantic. But one of the most important things, for me anyway, is that they be about two strong people finding their way to love."~Nora Ephron

"I try to write parts for women that are as complicated and interesting as women actually are."~Nora Ephron

"Reading is one of the main things I do. Reading is everything. Reading makes me feel I've accomplished something, learned something, become a better person. Reading makes me smarter."~Nora Ephron

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Not So Happy Anniversary

The other day I had an anniversary. Before you get all congratulatory, DON'T, it was the anniversary of my diagnosis. One thing is certain, there is not an MS patient that I know of that does not remember their diagnosis date. It is the day every thing changed. So in honor of all that I lost, I wrote this poem. I have a determined spirit, but even super heroes can get tired of the fight. 






No quotes tonight. Just my poetry. 
As always, comments are welcomed, and appreciated.


RUNNING

I can still remember the way the wind felt
when it blew against my face as I ran
Ran as fast as I could
Ran for sport
Ran for the sheer pleasure

I would run up stairs
I would run down stairs
I ran from here 
to over there
then back again

I can remember being tired from a run
I can remember being invigorated from a run
I remember when I could feel my muscles flex
Each neuron firing telling my legs how to move
Just so I could run

Run
Run
Run

Running as a child for play
Running as a teen to show off
Running as a mom to keep up with a little one



I would run in the morning
An early morning run
When the grass had some dew 
and the sun was just cresting in the sky
Announcing that day had begun
I loved those runs
Just me, my thoughts and the scenery
Running cleared my mind

I would run in the evening
A long relaxing run
When the sun was setting 
and just kissing the sky goodnight 
Telling me day was done
My troubles were left on the pavement 
With each pounding step
As my calf muscles would push off the ground
My quads giving me incredible arc 
So I could leap as I ran

I didn't just run
I flew

Then it STOPPED
That was MS

I still run
I run through fields and meadows
I run in the streets
I run on the track
I even ran across the globe

Difference is I run only in my dreams
Where my memories of cool breezes
Gently blowing on my face still live
Where I still find peace 

Until I awake




 

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

The Mother In Me

The mother in me wants to scream
The mother in me wants to cry
The mother in me sighs and knows, 
"There but by the grace of God go I"
The mother in me is hurt
The mother in me is scared for all the sons and daughters who wear hoodies on their heads 
The mother in me asks why 
The mother in me prays 
The mother in me hopes that this pain will go away, 
For another mother who lost her child on that fateful day
The mother in me won't stop until justice is won
The mother in me, is a mother like you
Only difference is we live by different rules, 
Because you say my child does not count, 
nor hers too
Simply because our color is a different hue