Let me lie down for a while
To watch the clouds formless wags
Their silver linings in the sky
Can’t be corroded by the rains
Intangible, ephemeral
That silver shines too bright
To last for longer, on the roll
Of the wild winds I might
Feel for a minute, maybe two
Or three, if I continue
To watch the sky in search of you
Although I live within you.
bright red sunrise
lends fuchsia to blue sky....
stillness in air
soon sun will heat earth
a hot middle september day
A dash of red
In the leaves,
Points ahead
To old long sleeves
Makes us smile
If only a few,
For mile after mile
A brilliant view
Most welcome sights
And darker darks,
Set off the brights
Like scattered sparks
A change begin
Simply excites,
Takes place when
All orange ignites
Back to September
We need you here,
One to remember
Year after year.
NIGHT SMILING BRIGHT
As the sun goes down,
The waxing full moon comes up
Sky’s brightness shines on.
Bright glow
World memorys flood
I desire runs inspired
I Reach humbly to get rich
Mind releasing, lo'
candles
wax standing tall
a bright light glows shining warmth
dark rooms are filled with a bright light
what a beautiful sight
Warm night
Dawn bright,
Bird sings,
Joy brings.
Coffee
For me.
New day
Hooray!
Copyright ©2026 by Crystal David John
With the heaviness
of empty hearts,
we walk,
and in the darkness,
a hand finds ours...
Time does not interfere,
and the world pauses
to let a bright thing
pass through...
and we are given
a glimpse of heaven.
Multiple tornadoes and many flood storms have
transpired over time to maybe try to shaken
local healer souls awake.
Gaia angers and feels that much is at stake;
her wrath caused trembles two miles off
the shore of a Great Lake.
Evil echoes of bigoted sentiments
are drowned out by the wallowing
Midwestern summer and autumn winds.
Our elders’ political lies and distortions
are to be amplified by the shadows of
their own deepest sins.
Trust that divine protection will be granted
to all who walk in dignity, for they are truly
shining from within.
The bright morning sun awakes,
peeking over the hill,
kissing the pink mountain tops.
A gleam of dawn`s light,
Shining from the inner self
Guides to path that`s right;
Forsaken, our life`s journey
Is bound to tempestuous seas.
It cannot be seen,
As the cool breeze on eyesight
Or the air we breathe,
Yet hope brightens winter nights
And banishes deepest frights.
When loads feel heavy
And burdens press on the soul,
A soft ember glows,
Secrets that the divine keep,
Whisper, "You can make it whole."
It`s the quiet hum,
That beats within every breast,
A gentle, soft pulse;
When all other sounds are numb,
Hope calls the spirit from rest.
A boat on the sea
With whirling wild winds on sight,
Yet reaches shore safe;
A flame ever shining bright
Draws light from a divine site.
It`s a feel within,
For summer to be on way,
For cold to turn warm;
When winter wind is at hand
Spring shine wouldn`t be far away.
A refrain unheard,
That lingers in the thin air,
A vision unseen;
A wish expressed from the heart
Turns to solace everywhere.
A thin thread of grace,
Guiding us through darkest hours,
With plea to the wind;
A smile on a weary face,
Turns a bud to smart flowers.
In a gentle swispher,
A voice came from above.
I heard her say,
"Dance with me".
I see her every now and then,
Like an eagle, starring at the wind.
She's seen by the wind,
But as just another entity.
She's not afraid because she
knows that the wind has no enemy.
So she reaches toward the wind,
And asks him for a dance.
The wind complies,
And oh, what a sight!
The two dance with all their might,
From morning til late into the night,
Never caring about the path or flight.
I gaze into the sky until they're out of sight.
She had no name, so I called her Miss Bright.
Just to see them dance in the darkness of
Night, filled my heart with the brightest light.
Are you angry at that belly of yours again?
The One that held space for life?
The One that still has lightning strikes?
God working at full capacity,
Expanding and contracting it beyond comprehension.
Are you still remembering how it all felt like a fight?
Aren't you holding that belly with gratitude?
A lineage came from there...
Once hidden, never again out of sight.
Hips strong enough to create a village!
A system so strong,
It brought something into the physical plane...
Can't you feel its light?
Are you still angry at that belly of yours?
Lets keep working on making it strong again.
No need for the tension,
Let's rewire its perspective.
It created unconditional love,
Nothing's ever felt so right,
Nothing in this world that is consumable replicates our children...
Let that belly shine bright.
I find hope because I am not dead,
I find hope as the sun gets out of bed.
The bright and pretty light will spread,
for all to see and be read.
With hope I will always look ahead,
hope can be a common thread.
When clouds come your way, shine brighter
AP: 1st place 2026
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