The Poetry Marathon

In the night

Moon sight

Stars so brightly

Here comes more darkness of

Shade ebony

Many runs deep inside

For you to see more light

Like a candle being lit

Noel prayer

Sermon told freely

Gathering up for worshipping

Fellowship with the saints

Communion in unity

Leaves something and not behind

Shares of plentiful mores

Brings joy, hope, and laughter

So Desperately

What a beautiful day in May of sabbatical

Sabbath to praise on into his holy name

In miracles times

When he comes

The light of day

With his promises

To stay

If I only had one day.

How would you live it?

What would you do in a short period of time?

To live out your last hours,

And in a run of a day.

Pink ones.

Love the color pink.

Blue Rose’s, and on any holiday.

Birthdays.

And.

On,

Easter Day.

Freshly and clean.

The fishes are swimming to bayside.

Where’s the fisherman?

When its Sunday service, and

And a fish fry.

Mommas kitchen’s,

Is arosey smelling good up in here.

No part from,

Foster love.

Minute by minutes, and

Hour by hours.

They stand ushering.

Raising funds for the feast Mercado Hall.

This Saturday pastor luncheon or we are.

Hoping for a better day to come.

Almighty God.

The curtain shuts, and only a few people are still here.

Who honor.

Him.

with,

welcomes.

Your.

chances,

will come.

Only with surprises.

You’ll see,

Just how good.

He’s,

been to us.

Fitted in there on a wooden stand.

Bundles of pieces wrap around the them.

In between the Ivory, and white baby breathes.

Leaves of heart shapes greenish.

Trousers and in the rain they fall.

Times if harvests,

And candy fruits cocktails.

Tears of joy,

Comes in the morning.

Happy Mother’s  day.

They comes home with a television, and gift cards.

The only thing they had.

That valued.

Along with,

Red Rover, red rover.

Where is my 1917 antique car.

Rosy,

The one.

Who bid,

On.

It, and sold it.

To me.

On,

Happy.

Valentine’s Day.

Midnight.

Velvety leaves.

Tips over wine pots, and

Springhill time in falls.

Homes are build on top of hills.

Life, love, and laughters.

A passion we hold,

Another purpose.

Another magical vision.

A mission,

Thats ties together.

To you, and me.

This tree roots are damaged, and

Branches falling off.

A big water.

pond that holds,

It in placed.

Yellowing brown leaves giggles.

All around it,

In the.

Peek of Summer.

With,

Cool breeze.

Moonlights to shine on in.

Darkest times.

Of the year.

To feel,

The sunny heat.

From ozone Ray’s of chaw.

Scares eyes that can see.

Rain rose.

Rome on ice, and

A full rose bulbs.

Of paddles.

You’ll see,

Day dreaming.

While they turn.

The golden,

Colors.

All,

Day long.

• Dare to go.

The car won’t start.

Nor would it turn a gear.

Doors not opening ah! Uh!

So that.

You can step on out,

And while it’s running.