24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
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.
The communion starts soon
Sunday fefe long- lasting hours
The sunlight at eve still we rise again
A praise shouting evening on this night grace Dawn’s
Blueberries muffins
Glazes on the table tops
Soft whispering into her ear like soft cotton candy
Angel speaks
In tongue hallelujah
Supper faithfulness
Here’s your wine
Morning stars
Brings love and happiness
Engagements and dancing to celebrate his wedding day
Bread breaking they serve well done
Air
Blows in Summer
Air freshener the skinny bones
Rain and millions of stars shines brightly
Rain on down heavy drops from above
Mud darkest puddles
Rainy
Just to wet us on up
And blossoms out those lavender pinkish Rose’s
Steering in the righteousness right directions.
Right where we need to be honestly.
Solid as a rock.
Pushing forward, and into the new beginning.
With eyes open wider than the sea.
Knowing just who you are.
In a niche of time.
To spread your wings.
Rise up.
Into this life journal. To iron on out each wrinkles on sheets.
Higher up we’ll go until we reach our morning star stormy or not
Pink runs of lights to shine
Catching our own morning star.
Waken on up.
To see the sunlight to shine brightly on us
We’ll stand.
On solid ground, and not in sinking sand.
The moment we feel unease from the things that we can not changed
The naked eyes.
But with ABBA
We could do all things through him who strengthen us.
Letting not our hearts to be worried.
The universe is our stage.
We grasps it, you love it, and you want it.
We sing we dance; we’ll act upon the big stage.
And we’ll be the best at whatsoever we do throughout our whole life.
All that it has taught us from the beginning
We then make it with the help of our Abba.
AMEN
Morning best part of the day
When you can sleep and cuddle on up
You later awaken, and you say thank you Lord
For this morning star you bring with unconditional love
The one who holds you near to you and closer
Goodmorning ABBA, I love you with all of my heart.
Goes on by silver days of the years
Where birds do fly hummingbirds across the sky into the air of clouds.
Grand union where heaven with its dwellings places they triggle the alarms of each gates with there wings of Ebony.
Humble gliding like an ant on the ground crawling and hurdling together around the garden.
Piano sounds of whistling this beautiful tone.
They Sounders into your ears amazing silver days and midnights of nocturnal owls to see.
Cut and watered the daisy I expresses for this I’ve joy in the morning
Not far from Summer’s days the same, love song that cheers you up
The sun between the clouds of sunlight to darkness sleeps In midnights
Blindfolded she is to what covers eyes with cloths untied now
He give in and takes it off
When the morning comes, watery wet harvest times
Here and there after
You can see the passover
Should keep it up
Daffodils on desks
Earnest, falls retreats comes
The rose
Reflects you in the mirror,
Day by day
Passes
Clean air freshens
Up the bay side
I reverie you in a field of lillies, muted lavender hugs daffodils and daisy kisses
You amble beside a log wood fresh with balm rose Ivory blesh glide past periwinkles and scarless stripes
Floats in a meadow so everest it bewinds verneer millow stars gracefully nobs humbling silence birds and butterflies all around and about,
Honey bees and rain falls on down graves you’ll stay
You hand-crafted blankets babes
Soft fingers stretched
Finished yours,
With trimmers lace fur of your touch a must tricks of the trade now
O’retrieves more∫
Her look suggested I’d asked her to move to Yemen “I’m not throwing this out.” She placed it gently on a nearby table. “I’m keeping it”. “It’ll melt, brainiac.”
Rose plopped nearly busing tray back on the rack. I love you, Mike, but I worry about you. This tea belongs to Daniel Otis, Daniel Otis.
That’s going in the freezer. And I don’t care if they make a pay for this glass, also. She laugh, while she writes on a piece of paper.
Announcing,
Just how disturbed they are. Doubles the portions. Depart us from them all. Leads us, and along with something much more deeper to stand up to.
Little do they know.
Daniel Otis.
Will always be apart of this family celebrity tea. Give away. Working tomorrow. Sipping on iced peppermint tea. Stars and Celebrities.