I'll wait it out. Paranoia go away.
Now where was I?
Ah here we go..
I could kiss the stars as each one gleams.
Catching my attention, whilst way up in the sky.
If I could just reach high enough, I'd wrap my arms around the moon.
I could never repay you for all you've done.
Thankful I can see you in the birds as they fly by.
Notice you in the butterflies, fluttering in circles.
The bees in the garden, while they wear sunflowers for a dress.
Dandelions are meant to be wished on.
As it scatters, seeds find a new place to rest.
The rain from the sky washes me clean, as my own tears become nysnc with the sounds of such water falling.
The wonders of everyday life. I come to realize as I write.
The sign starts a clock, grounded on paper.
Coldness fills the air; nervousness lasts only a little while.
Shoes untied while sitting in traffic, zoning out while I talk to the birds.
Changing seats for a new perspective, feeling the energy shift until I want my seat back.
Weird people, a cold world — acceptance is a long walk.
Residue stains like red wine on white carpet.
Everything happens on time.
Awareness comes through learning curves in turn breaking layers.
Now dry clay is molded with intention.
Feeling my feet on the ground, stepping over cracks in the pavement.
My heart beats to a song unwritten.
Letting my hair down from its updo position.
Ambiguous uncertainty while simply saying words I’ve already written.
Flashbacks of guilt from another’s pain and division.
Faith brings relief, like ice water on a hot day.
A lemonade stand at the corner — only 25 cents, already made.
Labor pain, forming a union.
Pain in the eyes leaves no room for confusion.
A laundry line in the yard.
There’s no place like home.
Mystical creatures
dance in the clouds.
As I look up, they gaze smiling down.
Seeing their scales imprinted in the sand.
Along with squiggles drawn with One's hand.
Footprints all around, leading to the waters edge.
X marks the spot where I came to,
by His footprints in the sand.
Swimming in memories of a once forgotten time.
Atlantis my home, dancing in the sea.
Not needing to make sense to anyone
it's in the birds and bees
The wonders of His creations
as far as the eye can see.
when we’re free from limitation
wishes easily manifest
without any effort at all
enacted in light hearted jest
one with oneness we are the all
God’s magnetism in heart aflame
bliss thunder cascading within
we can call grace by any name
as we walk the path too appears
all doings are done by God hand
enablements seem magical
heart’s desires fulfilled on demand
Those withe eyes for small details,
Will see more whales,
Witness more miracles,
And be freed from their shackles.
Those with ears on the lookout for warning signs,
Will retain friendships,
Feel safe on ships,
And live to see more Miracles.
Those with inquisitive noses,
Will have more opportunities to smell the roses,
Taste home grown tomatoes,
And never question even the smallest of miracles.
Miracles happen when you believe
Just stretch your mind, don't doubt
Go for your Dreams today
At your fingertips, within your grasp
Only you can turn them to reality
Stand strong, keep believing
Reach beyond the stars
It's not impossible
Climb higher, swim faster
Walk more, appreciate nature
Come on rise out of your slumber
Shake off insecurities
Set achievable goals
Be grateful for something daily
Then you can and will accomplish anything.
By Scottydotti 17/06/2026
Saddened heart
lonesome
in the night
keeping
in throat
tears away
from eyes
fearful of thorns
by rose love
abandoned
surprised
by stem
budding
of a sudden
winter
has passed
spring
at door
is knocking
time to root out
sick stalks
of mind
Spirit wind
blew
envy leaves
away
jealousy fire
by mercy tears
put out
violet scent
like bird song
in hiding
lily on stem
moth buzzed
like a lamp
serene the mind
with stars
in night of eyes
color of graces
soul sparkling
to smile
opening heart
to sweetness
of God
like flower
for greatest
of all miracles
the joy of being
forgiven
9th place winner: Brian Strand-Premiere Contest 1471-5/13/26
Its o'er the hill rumour
A dazzling fact!
Spread out that clear before us.
Nothing abstract!
Each droplet's transmuting;
Soft-hued, soft-formed
For bluebell and buttercup.
By bee informed.
Come and see wonders
miracles at work
special child praises
God of awesome grace
midst sign language bliss...
Come and behold...
prayer moves heights
midst faith of child
yearning to live...
Come to see
how love reigns
when shared well...
Come now
grateful...
Come...
God crossed the street
slowly
counting stray dogs.
I followed Him
hoping
He might lose
one miracle.
Gifts from God are given
when we are open to receive
There were but two occasions
that helped me to believe
When it came in from of nature only twice
What i witnessed was a moon bow
in the early morning light
'Twas once again a moon bow
when it was almost night
The arc of silver rainbows
was a treasure to behold
There are forever miracles
even when you are old
Folks expect miracles
around holiday time
There’s a feeling in the air
We deserve one…
Not so fast
says the Man upstairs
Stop whining
that you’ve had a tough year
How about Mine
I look for My Name in
the things you do
Sorry to say
~ I’m disappointed too
I am grateful for the teacher in grade school
who, when this lesson arose,
taught me how to count…
well past my fingers and my toes
I never guessed how important
that skill would turn out to be…
for each day it helps me keep a count
of all the miracles I see.
Since most of them are unplanned
there are things about miracles people do not understand…
For instance: many people think seeing miracles
is not the rule…but the exception…
However…if we want to see more miracles in life
all we have to do is alter our perception.
miracles ripple as love prevails
sharing joy's kindness
for peace to reign
by God's grace...
touching hearts
one at a time.
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