you really didn’t say that

your-really-didnt-say-thati had just
stopped by
aunt bea’s
and
was relating
a problem
i was having
with a friend
of mine
i said
she always wants
to pay
for things
i
just want
to have things
balanced
you know
what I mean
i could see
aunt bea’s eyebrows
rise
just above the borders
of her
reading glasses
oh
she said
that
accountant syndrome
where
relational spreadsheet columns
must always
zero out
my dear
friendship
is not about
balancing
the books
at the end
of the day
it’s about
love

© Charles W. Martin, poem and illustration

of lovers and friends

unnamedlovers aren’t always friends
but friends are always the ones
that offer you love

© Charles W. Martin, poem and illustration

too many loves

unnamedmy being
is a jigsaw puzzle
one of those
more than
a
thousand pieces
kind
so it’s
just
impossible
for me
to name
a single love
that
has influenced me
for all time
i mean
each piece
of the puzzle
has been colored
and
defined
by
a different
love
so
there can be
no
singularity
no
single
book
can claim
the fame
or
blame
for
what
this mind
conveys

– Charles W. Martin

© 2016, poem, Charles W. Martin, All right reserved; Public Domain Photograph from Library of Congress Thomas Jefferson Building

Charles W. Martin and the Ever-loveable Aunt Bea

Charles W. Martin, American poet
Charles W. Martin, American poet

Charles W. Martin (Read Between the Minds) …. Charlie …. “slpmartin” … was the first blogger-poet that I started to follow with some regularity.  That was back in February 2010. Charlie had – if memory serves (which it doesn’t always these days) – recently retired and just returned from a trip to Africa – Tunisia, I think – and had shared a few poems about dusty streets and ancient wisdom and social inequities.  At the time he was also sharing poems that had been published in his first book, Read Between the Minds. 

I was struck by two things in Charlie’s poetry: his unremitting concern for social and political issues and his unique style. Charlie wrote about having lost patience with the poetic forms he was taught in school. He developed a spare and direct style that worked for him. As it happens it works well for readers and is perfectly suited to blogging, where brevity is the popular preference.

As time went on, Charlie created and introduced us to the kick-in-the-pants wisdom of Aunt Bea, whom we all came to love.  It wasn’t long before Charlie created two other personalities, each with a distinct voice.

Recently, I read Charlie’s self-published collection: Bea in Your Bonnet, Volume 1, First Sting. As expected, it was pure fun laced with homey wisdom.

Here’s a sample:

word usage…

aunt bea
was reading
the paper
when i stopped by
for a visit
she noted that
there had been
a number of
indictments
of
political leaders
for fraud
and
failure
to serve
the public need
most
of these indictments
she said
were unfounded
in her opinion
since
the word
indictment
suggests
the person
may
be
innocent

– Charles W. Martin

Charlie’s backstory:

Charles W. Martin earned his Ph.D. in Speech and Language Pathology (hence the “slp” in his url) with an emphasis in statistics. His credentials allowed him to pursue a career that included teaching, research and administration in university settings, treating patients and providing administrative leadership in clinical settings.

Charlie worked as a speech pathologist professional in the public schools where he diagnosed and treated communication disorders caused by a wide range of health conditions and contextual factors. Charlie brought passion to each of his professional positions but he was always focused on mentoring his students and improving the quality of life for his clients and patients.

Throughout Charlie’s educational training and career he maintained a devotion to the arts (literature/poetry, the theater, music and photography). He was a published poet before he completed his graduate work. Since his retirement in 2010, he has turned his full attention to his poetry and photography. He publishes a poem and a photographic art piece each day at Read Between the Minds, Poetry, Photograph and Random Thoughts of Life.

Charlie's second self-publsihed work
Charlie’s second self-published work

Aunt Bea’s backstory:

Charlie wrote me saying that “Aunt Bea, my mother’s twin sister, represents all six of the aunts, my mother, and grandmother.  Aunt Bea’s voice is one I’ve heard almost every day of my life.  The poems are family observations, lessons, and advice given to me and every other family member who had the good sense to listen.  Her homespun philosophy most likely will not be found in any collegiate textbooks or for that matter in any local town crier newspaper catering to city dwellers.  Indeed, she has a different way of viewing the world – a bit old-fashioned, sassy, and steely at times but a viewpoint which has engaged my imagination and heart.”

Heads-up Australia: Aunt Bea is heading your way. I predict she’ll turn down-under right-side up.

Charlie has three books out now including Bea in Your Bonnet: First Sting.  Charlie posts daily to his blog and is also a member of The Bardo Group/Beguine Again core team.

“Poetry has the power to make us aware of what is hidden in the shadows…those places that we seldom see or want to see…the poet’s voice scrapes away the facade of an issue and lays bare for all to see what has been denied. By providing a voice to these mute realities, poets have throughout history altered the course of events by enlightening readers and encouraging them to take action to stop wars, halt injustice, and to reach out to their fellow man. Like those poets who have proceeded me, I am motivated by the same desire to bring about the social changes necessary to enhance the quality of life for those around me and around the world and to give voice to those who cannot speak for themselves.” Charles W. Martin

– Jamie Dedes

© 2016 (upated), Jamie Dedes; poem and illustrations Charles W. Martin, All rights reserved, used here with permission

Jigsaw Puzzle

jigsaw puzzle

i was
quite certain
there were more
than
a thousand pieces
scattered
before me
none
of the pieces
had clear markings
to indicate
where
and
when
to assemble
let along
whether or not
all
the pieces
where there
yet
i began
my task
and
parenthood
began

– Charles W. Martin

© Charles W. Martin, poem and photograph, All rights reserved

local heroes

local heroes

each thursday
they roll
an array
of musical gear
past
the nurses’ station
down hallways
full
of the scent
of aging
and
death
postponed
ending
their journey
in
the senior
activities center
it’s a gig
they look forward to
when they can
bring some joy
into the routine days
of so many
there’s mary
a mother of three
grandmother of more
than she can count now
she
raised not only
her own children
but
her children’s children
she always sits near frank
whose broad smile appears
when they play tunes
from the 60s
tunes
he first heard
in vietnam
where
he lost his legs
oh
and there’s
jordan
saved his wife
from a fire
they say
he
never speaks
but
always hums
the old standards
when played
so many smiles
to take in
and
relish
however
all too soon
it’s the last song
and then
the heroes
applaud

© 2015, poem and illustration, Charles W. Martin, All rights reserved

a beautiful enigma

a beautiful enigma

if you ask
she will
not
answer
nor
will
staring into
her eyes
help you
find
the answer
for she
already knows
the answer
it was
placed
within her
when time began
and
hidden
from all men
what it means
to be
feminine

© 2015, poem and digital photography, Charles W Martin, All rights reserved

war’s cold night

war's cold night

in a darkened room
peace sits silently waiting
for sanity’s rise

© 2015, poem and digital art, Charles W. Martin, All rights reserved

Not That I Really Know

not that i really know

the brown bag prophet
said
i ain’t no
philosophy
barely finished
high school
but
i’ve been reading
different things
bout’
the critical spirit
how it can
hold back
religious enlightenment
you know
by asking
too many questions
trying to get to the bottom
of things
rather than
accepting the rituals
place before you
as
others have done
but
i was wondering
why anyone
would want to plant
a seed
that
cannot grow

© 2015, poem and digital art, Charles W Martin, All rights reserved

more Washington rumors

oh for the love of god
i need to get packing
i heard some folks
in washington
are gonna
repeal medical coverage
to help pay the bills
and then the 13th amendment
something about needing
cheap labor
so i need to get
my things in order
but where will i go
i can’t head for reservations
cause they’re checking
lineage if there’s a casino
and if there’s no casino
the 13th has
already been repealed
i could go to france
since i’m not a gypsy
i’d be okay in israel
since i only have one
or two arab friends
but on second thought
they have army draft
and i couldn’t shoot
anyone who looked like me
you know having
eyes, mouth, nose, etc.
i’m not japanese
so i could go china
but not germany
germany’s already said
diversity’s dead
england’s out
our rules came
from there first
maybe I could
just hitch a ride
on one of those
space shuttles

– Charles W. Martin

© 2015, poem and illustration, Charles W. Martin, All rights reserved

five dollars and some change …

five dollars and some change

death
does not have
one face
but
many
some
hidden behind
corporate logos
where
money
the antipsychotic drug
reduces the side effects
of moral responsibility
while others faces
parade
in
public agencies
the second line
of social injustice
holding high
parasols of indifference
to block out
the light
of morality and justice
they’re the kind of
reapers
whose scythes
are
laws
laws
with
razor-sharp rules
bleeding
any hope
from those
seeking
to be free
from
the social roles
prescribed to them
those seeking
to be free
battle an army
of reapers
reapers
who
bring death
and
those
who bring death
do not value
life
no matter
what
the color

http://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2015/aug/28/jamycheal-mitchell-virginia-jail-found-dead

– Charles W. Martin

© 2015, poem and illustration, Charles W. Martin, All rights reserved

music . . .

sometimes
you hear
only part
of the music
for the noise
of life
hides
the melody
we hear
just
that part
outside the heart
but
if you could
hear
all
the love
flowing
from
every pore
of those
who care
for those
forgotten
like notes
not transcribed
then
you would hear
the real
symphony
that you
have
sought

– Charles W. Martin

© 2015, poem and illustration, Charles W. Martin, All rights reserved

honey…i swear this is for the birds…

honey..i swear this is for the birds...

i have been
carefully
watching hummingbirds
as they
battle for air supremacy
seeking
the sweets encased
in a plastic feeder
with
the same ferocity
i must say
as humans
seeking the last drop
of deep-sea oil
human sweets
of course
being
profit margins
regardless
of species
the battles continue
i’ve
even found
dead hummingbirds
on the ground
who
in the heat of battle
flew into plexiglass walls
not
seeing the danger
like
humans
willing to destroy
not only
animal habitats
but
their own
cuz
they’re flying high
on
financial conquests
but
all the while
approaching
the earth’s
translucent walls

dance to life’s music . . .

dance to life's music

there will come a time
when shadows stand above you
so dance in the light

– Charles W. Martin

© 2015, poem and illustration, Charles Martin, All rights reserved

no translation necessary . . .

no tranlastion necessary

aunt bea
asked me
to take her
to home depot
for a couple of rugs
in the parking lot
as we left
a woman approached her
asked if she need
a house to rent
aunt bea
said
no
the woman proceeded
to tell her
why she had
to rent her beautiful home
she spoken
with a heavy
spanish accent
very rapid
and
tearful
something about her son
bad marriage
unconcerned judge
and
jail time
seemed like
her entire life story
in forty-five minutes
as she spoke
now and then
she’d switch to spanish
and then
back to english
sometimes
patting on her heart
as she spoke
they parted as friends
as we drove home
i asked aunt bea
if she spoke spanish
and
how much she understood
of the conversation
aunt bea said
no
i don’t speak spanish
and
i didn’t understand
much at all
other than
she was in deep pain
but
like all of us
she
just needed
someone
to listen

– Charles W. Martin 

© 2015, poem and illustration, Charles Martin, All rights reserved

on giving …

on giving

bapa dola
said to his student
always serve
a guest water
and
chapati
first
if they show
gratitude
and
express thanks
then
serve them
wine
and fruit
else
bid them
safe journey

– Charles W. Martin

© 2015, poem and illustration, Charles W. Martin, All rights reserved

Feast or Famine

feast or famine

with the light
of the new day
he began
his fasting
knowing surely
that the gates
of heaven
had opened
but
wondered if
those of hell
were closed tight
for war
was all around
he could hear
the sounds
of death’s cruel voice
wailing throughout the day
embraced by dry desert winds
while
the songs
and
promises of peace
were
as empty as the plate
before him

© 2015, poem and photograph, Charles W. Martin, All rights reserved

dealer’s choice

dealer's choice

wouldn’t it
be
something
if we could decide
what others
give up
for lent
i’d surely
ask
that men
give up
war

– Charles W. Martin

© 2015, poem and photograph, Charles W. Martin