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.
When I look outside I see way more than just beauty, I see a future that lies ahead of me, taking little steps forward with greatness of caution. I can not predict what happens next but I am focus on each task that presents itself right in front of me knowing that Hope is hoovering through the air above me and darkness surrounded by lightness as the stars lit up the daunting sky
Bright were the stars
Bright is the unknown future that lies ahead of us all
Pretty sailboats glide in molten sun
toward a new gold horizon
Written on 3/7/2023
For: A New Crystalline - Any
Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Such a fine future, his
for the taking,
as hers aligned,
also
in fine fitting will..
though Tehachapi waits..,
still.
There's no such thing
as a bright future,
without a silhouetted past..
climbing a mountain
or a single stair,
all the same..
without a foot,
moving forward..
keep up, please
for us,
for me..
So much to learn from young women'
stars..
young men too..
using Wim Hof's breathing
technique...
Then telstar
infinately wise
requsted more..
from a thousand uncharted
galaxies, for two that
implored open-eyed.
Please find it in you, streak the skies
in fashioned blaze's touch..
Tehachapi waits,
and so we,
so us.,
so I.
The sun will come
Gloom be gone
God's Kingdom
The return of His son
D-ream of a bright future,
A-im at the greatest goal;
N-ever lose your faith,
I-n searching joy for your soul.
E-agerly gain a bright future,
L-ook at the morning sky;
L-ight is slowly showing up,
E-arly twenty-first of July.
E-arnestly hope for a bright future.
S-eek the sweetest success;
P-ray to God for triumph,
E-xpect the Lord's greatness.
L-ive life to the fullest,
I-nstead of yielding to pressure;
C-reate a pleasant vision
O-f a better and bright future.
M-idnight has just passed by;
A-nother morning has come;
R-ise of the sun has begun,
K-illing the night of boredom.
J-anuary lets February fifth
A-im for a shining moment;
Y-ear two thousand sixteen
S-eems to share the same enjoyment.
O-nly if the dark sky clean-up the lanes above;
N-ew dawn will break with a promise of greatest love.
L-et the Lord Almighty
L-ove you and keep you sound;
E-ven though there are trials,
N-othing can ever let you down.
A-s you ask the Lord for success, bow and kneel before Him;
S-ay a little but fervent prayer, ahead is a bright future, not dim.
Tired to success
Bright future I hear….. They say that’s sweet
Only smart people get there. Like me by the way
Well the smartness has a price
You can see the price; many books, heavy
I chase the future with a heavy load
Making smartness something I will want to question
It’s very helpful but exhausting
Making me lazy and tired
I have thought more than once; to quit
Can’t I be having fun and ecstatic?
I am beginning to ask questions
Are teachers really fair?
So I opened my bag or bags
And I found each name had siblings
Many math’s books, English……so many
And the more you have the smart you look
But it’s tiring, so exhausting
Must these siblings travel together?
I also looked at my play time
Oh sorry I have none; I don’t even have fun anymore
Now that is just the final straw
I start hating smart, it drains me
I am not complaining too much
Smartness is costly takes energy and time
I am still so young, I can’t help it
All work and no play… that’s right
It’s a helpful exhaustion but I have to
Then I look at myself and realize I have to
Someone will make me. They say it’s for the best
I am beginning to hate this...do I have to?
The fallen leaves
of yesterday;
scattered and gone
but not forgotten,
as their colourful brilliance
forever paint
our memories,
lighting the way
for the new blossoms
of tomorrow.
©Ana Espinola Collins
Darkness is the central part of the night
When rest will be taken by sleeping
Cursing self in the morning for the work
Indeed not always you welcome morning
But why do you aim for bright future
And why do you consider darkness as it is
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