Be Remembered Well
To be remembered well,
live well. Do praiseworthy deeds
in your time on earth.
Reprinted from Life in Inspiring Places
Copyright© 2019 by Cheryl Batavia
Be Remembered Well
Category / Perspectives
Cicada, Cicada!/Life on the Blue Planet is Live
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“Cicada, Cicada!” is the last poem in Life on the Blue Planet. I hope it will remind readers to live in the moment. TODAY we have the opportunity to sing our song!
Cicada, Cicada!
For seventeen years,
You’ve been asleep.
Now, what kind of
schedule is that to keep?
Cicada, cicada,
you’ve slept too long!
Come out of your shell
and sing your song!
You’re sure to enjoy
the warm summer night.
Come out, Cicada…
Enjoy your first flight!
Many types of cicadas live in eastern North America. They are harmless herbivores. Eggs, laid in the bark of a tree, hatch into nymphs that burrow into the ground. They stay buried from one to 17 years, depending on the species. The entire group emerge from their shells at the same time, find mates, lay their eggs, and die. Only the males have a mating “song” made by vibrating a membrane on their abdomen. Their “chorus” adds music to the summer nights.
Copyright© 2020 by Cheryl Batavia
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My Time in Prisons
My Time in Prisons
Locked down!
Imprisoned by the pandemic…
I think of all the prisons
I have visited.
Fort Christian in
Charlotte Amalie,
St. Thomas, US Virgin Islands.
300-year-old Danish fort,
later, St. Thomas Prison.
Then the dungeon
became a museum.
We toured the dungeon
at Fort Christian.
I remember the coolness
and the rough, thick walls
covered with graffiti…
artwork and obscenities,
messages from inmates
killing time.
Alcatraz, San Francisco Bay.
Once a lightouse, military fort,
and military prison…
then a federal prison.
Abandoned…
then occupied by protesting
Native Americans…
Now a museum.
We visited the cell block,
rusting human cages
and peeling paint…
We thought about the movie,
true story of an inmate,
“Birdman of Alcatraz”
who shared his food with birds.
This was the place
where Al Capone,
famous American gangster,
served time for tax evasion.
They never proved
his other crimes.
We toured a modern day
model prison in California…
remarkably like a college campus!
No graffiti here!
Locked down!
Imprisoned by the pandemic
and writing graffiti…
photos and poems
posted on my blog.
Copyright© 2020 by Cheryl Batavia
Brotherhood
Brotherhood
Blood, wherever it is shed,
is universally blood red.
We have ancient hates and fears.
We all shed bitter tears.
All over the face of the earth,
families celebrate a baby’s birth.
Universally, people share love
and look to the skies above
seeking hope and inspiration.
We all know setbacks and frustration,
but in our dreams, we all can see
a world of brotherhood and peace.
Copyright© 2020 by Cheryl Batavia
World View
World View
If I know myself,
my self-concept is not based
on what others say.
If I am honest,
I won’t waste my potential
deceiving myself.
Having confidence,
I approach life with courage,
not averse to risk.
Having self respect,
I won’t lower myself
showing others disrespect.
If I love justice,
I won’t elevate myself
keeping others down.
If I love myself,
I find it easier to
love my fellow man.
Copyright© 2020 by Cheryl Batavia
Regrets
Regrets
Sometimes,
wakeful in the dark,
stillness of the night,
I see regrets like birds
perched on a fence,
silently reproaching me…
I should have shown
more empathy.
I could have made
different choices.
There were opportunities
I missed.
I can truthfully say
I have few regrets…
I ‘ve lived a meaningful
life and worked to
achieve worthy goals…
So I go back to sleep.
In the morning, I wake
to sunlight streaming
in my windows and birds
singing all around me,
and my heart sings along,
ready to seize the day.
Copyright© 2020 by Cheryl Batavia
Gulf Coast Poet 