Humanity

Martin Luther King Birthday


A blessed and warm Martin Luther King Day.  I so remember when I was a tiny child picking up my brilliant Uncle with the Grandparents.    I know it was the first time I had been to the train station.  I was a reader and I read early.  I remember distinctly needing to go to the restroom.  I wandered into the restroom, and I read over the door, whites only.  I thought to myself, what does that mean?  I even questioned if that was the case where did the other people go?  It was a deep feeling and just the beginning of many such experiences in the south.  

I reared my children to never see color, but character.  They still base their friendships on this premise.  

When the Bow Breaks


when the bow breaks

we will all know

the trees are now rotten

the grass does not grow

birds will stop singing

the lion’s unrest

will roar into nothing

we all will be his guest.

 Authored:    CMM copyrighted: 2023

It’s a Wonderful Life ( excerpt with Jon Matteson, my son)


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Demise


A tortured soul

An end summarized

By dark streets and alleys

And compromised.

His eagerness to please

He continued to write

And lost his soul

On a darkest night .

© 2020 CMM

Haiku


A frigid morning

A warm soft fire keeps vigil

To hope in this world.

© 2020 cmm

Little Time


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we will both grow old,
our youth wasted in time

rusted planks of life
jutting out

feeling the days gone past
looking for a sign

we will understand how
little time we tout

until now, we look and see
our hands and body weathered

I will smile and feel the
glow of our youth

even though the shifts
are tethered

Copyrighted: 2018 CMM

Maverick


 

 

The modern-day lamb in stripes and stars

 

Lay in sacrifice of what should be.

 

He re-ignites the paschal-candle of brotherhood

 

and kindness in a country so dark.

 

darken from the light of goodness.

 

He poured from the receptacle of time,

 

and honor and devotion.

 

He lays the gauntlet of ‘moving-on’

 

In hopes others will follow.

 

Copyright:  2018, Sept 1, CMM

(In honor and memory of Sen John McCain )

 

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The Drop


It was just a drop.

     “What drop?”

     “You know the drop.”

“Tell me, but first tell me why?”

     “Why?”  “We cried.”

      “Because of the drop.”

“What drop!?”

      “One who humanity denied.”

      “Because, it was a drop.”

“Because of the drop?”

      “The brown paper bag.”

      “Matched the drop they denied.”

“But, we still cried.”

     “We still cry.”

      “Each time they deny.”

Copyrighted:  2016  CMM

1st Sunday in Advent: He Came


As the chickadee finds its nest,

among the prickly leaf—

The labored Mother sighs,

as birthing finds relief.

Then nature joins a chorus,

among the star they sing—

Humanity realized his birth,

of the resurrection King—

He came among the world,

in quiet winter’s rest—

chickadee without notice,

continues to make his nest—

Copyrighted: CMM 2001