Many years ago.
The farmers.
Harvest there crops.
In the months of,
May and June.
While the nons pray.
For a clear beautiful day.
Rosa Lee Ranson
rranson02
I have always wanted to write and poetry became a hobby and through my journey. It stuck with me throughout my whole life to become a poem life writer. I am a new published author. I am a mother of one daughter. Inspirational and motivational is my emotional steps in doing my best at writing good instructional poems to help someone else. I love just what I can do to encourage, help, and inspirer so many others just like myself. To be able to accomplish the calling for his sake and follow it on through with a heartfelt heart with a passion. Where my journey can be filled with love doing God's will of a good plan. To strengthen me along the way. Carring and loving it all as a child of God. To become just who he says that I will be. One day. When God is my steps.
Income
Shares.
The brokers holds.
In JP Morgan, and Chase Banks.
Days after days.
To win, win.
There future.
Investments,
Once again.
Season’s
Autumn.
Spring, and summer.
When the crops are picked.
They will come.
When you call on them.
Work
My only day
To work is midnights, and on Saturdays.
6:00 PM.
During rush hours,
And in a Shushi Restaurant.
When only Celebrities.
Come on in to order.
Their meals.
Hay Mr. Dj
A day in the sun.
They all are relaxing, and around the pool
Socializing, and enjoying their Long Island.
Ice tea,
While the DJ plays.
His music.
Are We There Yet
Confidency she’s, and
Over there standing by the wall.
How nice.
When the Roses brenches up against her,
And in between a palm tree.
In a marble vase stand.
Pretty as they can be.
In the sunlight,
Covered with shade.
Is Ms. Davis in a conversation still?
When its times to go.
One invitation to Las Vegas.
To a party on mascrarade nights.
Here they all go again.
Riding up in a limousine.
One minute passed the hour.
Just before the party begins.
Midnight rose
Green sticky leaves.
Tips over in the pot,
Spring time is here.
O’Mother dearest.
We just love your,
Homemade cornbread.
And to battle also with life.
We do adore.
But one thing differently.
Is that,
We have a purpose.
To follow, and a vision behind it.
To trail on in.
JOY
J-Jesus
O-Oath
Y-equally yoked
Jesus is his name we call him.
Let’s picture the Covenant, and fifth oath.
With a testimony.
Gloriously to say,
When he’s in favors.
Of,
Marriage’s.
To become,
Equally yoked.
Sunny days
Clear
Sunflowers
In mid- day
To blossom in June summer
Mother sue
Counts the days out
Tidy the rooms on up
Public sees of there beauty
Comforter
The broken hearts
Prayers
In a run of a day
No more weeping
No sad songs
To cry over
When you take life for granted
Now you see
The puffs in faces
The joy in many
And a swing dance
When you take him
By the hands
Norm/ Prompt hour seven
Deconcerned.
The norms.
We could do it or don’t.
A wait in the moral.
Tides teens and family togetherness.
No time to waste.
People comes, and goes.
This is just a recall.
On how mankind,
Humanity.
Is to live a good life.
Right from the start.
Here me out.
People.