POETRY: “I Make Lists on My Phone” by Christine Bode

Poetry

I Make Lists on My Phone

A poem by ©Christine Bode 2021

I make lists on my phone –
Notes from Brené Brown’s books,
My personal shame inventory,
Favourite TV shows,
Who I consider myself to be,
My top 50 books,
What I want for my life,
Ideas for poems about COVID-19,
Affirmations,
Qualities had by the guy of my dreams,
Men I can remember sleeping with,
What’s important to me,
Recipes, quotes,
Psychic medium readings,
Parks to visit for nature walks,
Friends who awoke,
Christmas card recipients,
How to control emotions before a full moon,
People in my life I value and miss,
Ideas for courses,
Films by Jim Jarmusch, and
My bucket list.
I make lists on my phone—
That’s all you need to know.

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POETRY: “Become the Observer,” by Christine Bode

Poetry

Become the Observer

A poem by ©Christine Bode 2021

This seeker is an empath;
a truth seeker,
always striving for more
knowledge and understanding
of a world
she’s been at war with—
in her mind—more lately
than ever before;
searching for something that will
give her faith in God,
hope for the future,
relief from grief.
At 57 years of age,
she finally realizes
that the truth has always
been within. All she
needed to do
was listen closely
and start over again.
Become the observer,
step outside of external dramas,
go inside her heart,
become neutral and
let her higher self show her
the right moment
to stop fighting, and
to help others.
The secret is
there is no absolute truth;
everything in the universe
is permitted as part
of its evolution. When we
become the observer,
we enter the eye of the storm,
connect with our hearts,
and therein we find
love and harmony.
There is well-being in
our shadow selves,
so no need to ignore
as the body operates in tandem
with the subconscious mind.
There is peace in silence,
and when the noise of humanity
invades the quiet,
nature and sound healing
help seal the cracks.
Don’t take life too seriously;
enjoy the journey,
dream big,
love yourself,
follow your interests, and
LET GO of anything else
that doesn’t resonate.
You are all that and
a bag of chips—
you are the observer,
the great I AM.

Too Close to Heaven: A Poem by Christine Bode for Those Suffering With Their Mental Health

Circle of Angels in Dante’s Paradise by Gustave Dore

Do you or someone you know feel as if you’re getting too close to heaven? Do you feel that life is unbearable on this crazy blue planet and that you don’t know how much longer you can live here? I have felt that way too, I assure you.

Acutely aware that an innumerable amount of people has lost someone they love during this pandemic, from either the virus, because they couldn’t get the medical care they needed, or because they took their own life, I am thinking of you today and wanted to share a poem that I wrote years ago for a friend of mine who took his life. The poem was inspired by the song “Too Close to Heaven” by The Waterboys which you can hear in the stunningly beautiful and powerful video below, posted by deep46blue on YouTube.

If you know of someone who is struggling with their mental health right now, please reach out to The Centre for Addiction and Mental Health (CAMH) for advice on how you can help them. Their toll-free number is 1-800-463-2338.

TOO CLOSE TO HEAVEN

by Christine Bode

You are the brother I never had
Seeing your pain made me so sad
Grateful for every moment we spent
Knowing everything that I said I meant

All the love
All the laughter
Every joy
Every game

You’re too close to heaven to worry about shame

I miss you more than you’ll ever know
Every road travelled has led us here
If I had my way I would go before
I’ll try my best not to need you near

All the raging
All the mud
Every river
Every flood

You’re too close to heaven to worry about blood

Will you ask God when you see him
If he will help me bear your loss
Tell him I am pissed off that
he didn’t pick some other sod

All the stress
All the fright
Every vow
Every tear

You’re too close to heaven to worry about fear

I’ll ask God when he’s listening
to take care of your soul
I’ll ask him for understanding
in this forbidding vicious world

All the past
All the future
Every hope
Every strife

You’re too close to heaven to worry about life

deep46blue

“The Matrix” a Poem by Christine Bode

Lonely Is The Man Without Love
Painting by Karl Kenda; owned and photographed by Larry Samson

The Matrix

by Christine Bode

Everett,
in the movie Paterson says, 
after pulling a fake gun on everyone in the bar, 
“Without love, what reason is there for anything?”
I don’t know, Everett… nothing, 
not a fucking thing that matters anyway.
Without love, every day is the same damn pandemic day.
Wake up, walk the dog, 
make coffee, 
drink coffee, read a book,
do housework, 
work at the computer, walk the dog, eat lunch, 
work at the computer some more…
Make dinner, eat it, 
walk the dog, 
maybe phone a friend, 
watch Netflix, 
go to bed.
Get up the next day and 
do it all over again…
in pain.
For what?
How many useless facts can I hold in my head? 
I forget more than I learn, 
every day, 
so little of it matters.
Without love, 
there’s no reason for anything.
Without love, 
every day’s a pandemic day.
Without love…
we don’t really exist.
It’s all just the matrix.

Thank you, Jim Jarmusch, for the inspiration.