Chee Chee Martin
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A BLANK PAGE
My mind has trouble conveying my thoughts
To my hand and the pen that I hold
I try to put the words onto paper
So my poem can begin to unfold.
But alas my hand still grips the pen
No words on paper have I scribed
My thoughts seem to be running rampant
I can’t seem to get them organized.
I search and struggle for the words
They use to come to me so easily
But now my pen rests upon the paper
My thoughts are striving to be free.
I want to tell you of certain things
Some magical and some that are true
I want my words to take you there
It’s your imagination you need to pursue.
Words, I pray, do not elude me
But right now my pen sits idly by
My paper is blank and I’m confused
As I sit here and continue to sigh.
You’ll have to wait to read my words
As my hand refuses to write
Somehow the message is being blocked
So I might as well say ‘good-night!’
But maybe tomorrow they’ll be in sync
And the words will begin to flow
I’ll have that poem for you to read
And then your imagination can grow.
So stick around and please don’t leave
Hang with me for another day
I know the words will eventually come
There’s so much I have to say.
Written by: Chee Chee Martin
First of all, my name is Cecelia A. Martin but everyone calls me “Chee Chee.” I’ve had this nickname since I was a baby. How I came to be called “Chee Chee” is still a mystery.
Secondly, here is a little bio of myself ~ I am 57 years old and live in Ohio where I was born and raised. I’ve been married for 28 years to a wonderful and caring man. I have a daughter, who is 38, from a previous marriage. She is my shining star. I also have a stepdaughter and stepson who are two great kids.
In my younger years I worked as a legal secretary. Later, I started working for the Post Office and was a secretary to the Assistant Postmaster of Cincinnati. Since my retirement and my husband’s retirement, we enjoy traveling in our RV. We have two little doggies who travel with us. Ebe is a black toy poodle who has bonded with me. Then there’s Sassy, a maltese. Boy, we sure named her well. She is hubby’s baby. Believe me, they are free entertainment.
I didn’t start writing poetry until October of 2003. I have met so many wonderful and beautiful people through my poetry. They all have become such dear friends and I love them all.
I hope you enjoy my book. The words come from up above and He guides my hand. Through Him, all things are possible.
Chee Chee Martin
IT’S NOT TOO LATE
Who are you to say, I can’t utter a prayer?
Who are you to say, I don’t care?
Who are you to try and take my rights away?
You’ll answer for your acts on Judgment Day.
Why are you trying to erase God’s name?
Why are you looking at us, as if to blame?
Why are you having difficulty believing in the Lord?
His son died for you, his blood did pour.
Will you ever be able to see the light?
Will you ever understand what is right?
Will you continue down this darkened path?
Inflicting your words of blasphemy and your wrath.
There are more of us Christians than you know
Our numbers are increasing, we continue to grow
The time of our Lord is drawing near
That’s when your eyes will be filled with fear.
For you have sided with the devil
And you will be taken to reside on his level
Us Christians will ascend to Heaven on high
But you my friend, will start to cry.
Will the Lord see the tears that you shed?
You have to know what lies ahead.
An eternity of damnation, you will find
Because to him, you turned a blind eye.
Listen to me and change your ways
Accept our Lord, kneel down and pray
You’re his child, please have some faith
Believe in him now, it’s not too late.
Written by: Chee Chee Martin
