Make me over.
Self-confident brings morals and values.
The foundation of strength, togetherness, and love.
You give to others.
Readiness you’ll receive.
From above.
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.
Prompts for hours #24 Real: Reality
Pretty by the water fountain.
The sun is out.
Shinning on in my livingroom glass window.
The moment of joy.
When joy comes in the morning.
Just when you can nurture your growing greenish plants and all.
With no excuses.
Reality causes and reasoning.
To water them as needed.
And to keep them alive.
Right when the prayer service is on,
and a good gospel song is playing to relax your mind mindfulness.
All the better help with the father Jehovah.
Wanting to keep on serving him periodically.
For his glory.
Cause he’s alright with me,
and I hope that you feel the same way also.
Togetherness
Family
Ties
And
Friendship.
That will keep us together.
Where the love of my life.
Will be,
Purified in me.
Restoring the broken heart with gladness.
Where I will not have to share a tear no more.
He’s my reality.
AMEN
Prompts hours two: Island
Island on a bay
In long Island Florida
Sandy beach we stand
Restaurant’s and clubs to go to and from.
Laid back corners
And in seats
To dance on floor like two love birds
All night long
#4 prompts hour
Nectar peach rose
Turn another color
In the sun
The neopbyle of the mornings.
Comfort us in the darkest hours,
A piece of God’s heart,
Looking upon the earth.
Ray’s of Orange hue,
Sparkles our life’s views,
Pure golden light,
Burns with God’s might.
Eastern part of the universe,
Giving strength to us all,
Glowing with the father’s blessings.
A place sitting in the sun
Planted rooted in God’s urn,
Where peace comes in.
Shame, shame, shame.
Beautiful Lavender Rose
The pretty mimi Rose
that grows adorable
Sits on each desks
Mind mindful scents anew
The Palace Homestead estate
She’s the caregiver
They touches the floor
Brings hearts to hearts
Very, verily
Public speeches
Private VIPS lnvitations
365 days of Devotions
They sits veil veneer on stages dancing
Him and her
To lighten up the story
Thank you,
With a hand shake
Appreciation
Love
Hope
And
Happiness
To carry on
And in victory
Lavender bulbs
Of Rose’s
He gives
Plenty of
Second Chances In Life
She, I made it on through.
Trees alive standing there.
A branch from the tree of life.
Clay made so.
Brain, skin, and bones.
Vessels, muscles, fluid
Tissues he wipes the eyes, and serves.
Kindness of Awareness.
Brings public attention.
No more sorrows or pains.
Prayers
To hope for a new beginning.
She, I hold onto the lord desperately.
Keeps us both narrow the straighter the road.
Heart to hearts.
Humble, and persistency.
The,
Cover shoulders to shoulders.
Happiness.
Joyfulness.
She’ll and I’ll keep him first, chances we get.
They all will know.
Just how good he is to us.
She I will except, and it will
Shape up our life’s.
With wings to fly, and on our way.
To be not afraid,
And for he is with us.
Purity,
Second chance in life.
Common truth.
Divine love,
With brown colorful eyes.
Our first and last love.
Joy,
The Evangelist who guides you there.
Made us to see,
And of his ways.
Righteousness right stuff.
To mend on in.
The blue sky and white clouds to see again,
And again.
Its real reality.
The sky is the limit, they told us.
Just when we were,
A little girl.
Second chances.
To fight.
For,
In life.
Tundras
Tundra Rover turned corner and made its way.
And,
Like a mirage up our main street, or people stopping to shield their eyes from the sunlight glinting off its perfectly washed windows.
The audience would know instantly nestled inside that air-conditioned car seat, and with someone bigger than our small town Rover.
Early on it was not a movie.
Thats why our life.
And I shall be much more ties before hands.
The shift changed.
People like David, though, made our moments to feel like a movie.
So David, apostle for Jesus.
Makes sure that our life becomes.
Miracles,
Days and nights.
Both hands in, and on touches clenching arms as we cleared ever food dish on table tops.
Of Little Eats, our friends, and family’s.
Cafe on the main street.
And,
Down Town Little.
O’ Tousle
The same tousle burnt-sugar hairs
The symmetrical face, the same pair of shoes
Wide shoulders,the slouchy look of his mouth that always seems to say yeah,
This is how he looks when he wakes up.
Dizzy and all.
The lasting time he’ll drink a glass of wine
Sobling with tears from his eyes no more.
We shock our heads. O’ Its gonna be gone in minutes that I sing this song—” but before
He could finished, the drink
He felt to the ground.
Lost thy self in the song.
No way that we can or will scoop it all up again
The song I sing will be prolonging tears
That falls from my eyes
Leaving it for only his righteousness right hand to wash
And when he breath upon her.
The sun breeze.
Dries the eyes.
For another,
Round.
Of
A
Make
Over again
Africa Ebony
Life
as a Qneen Egypt girl
One of the land mark
Cleopatra
Just for she descended on up.
She’s the founder of Ptolemy l soter.
The Alexander the Great
A sista who been wedded
She has several children
Her siblings she kindly loved
How great she was
Awareness of her bias awesome
When they stumbled across it
Cleopatra
The Pharaoh.
As a true faithful woman
Family and friends respected her
Right than and there
Before her last days
Memories of sorrows
Dedicated with Roses
Desired
A Rome pretty lady in this historic times
In a Country
To live a good life journal
That
Came to an end.
Self,
Pity on her soul.
The lover she had
The family she carried for
With this in place
A patriarch scholar
Ties togetherness
Filling up the eulogy
Autobiography
Like roni noodles on down,
And with her favorite kin
To so ever live a one time
Comfort lifestyle
48 B.C’s
The Homecoming
Of
Cleopatra
A Ebony Child
Days longer and in
Roman, Greek.
Her
Rested Place
When you hear the vowels of words
When you hear the vowels of words
You sound them out
When you say each one
How do they make you feel?
Good or bad
Pronouncing them out loud
Happy
Smiles
Tears
Of
Cries
When you know that you’ve done it,
With the one who loves you
When your thoughts are just enough