Sleep
Sleep,
how I long for it
I’ve fallen prisoner to writing poems these last 3 hours
dosing off repeatedly
not sure what I posted
these last 3
Poem : Daisy-dotted umbrella
waiting for you on a cramped balcony
fills me with fear
what do I have to offer you,
but cheap plastic chairs?
Your text was a curt ‘maybe’
but still I hope
Will I see your umbrella, dotted with daisies,
or does the rain keep you away?
Hour 23 (2022)
In my quietest hours
when I feel the loneliness
settle heavily in my chest,
grief is there, haunting me.
Sometimes it stays
longer than it is welcome.
And other times I miss it
when my chest feels so empty
that I cannot seem to breathe.
So many days,
I don’t want to breathe.
But I do.
I have no other choice,
because grief is a ghost
and so are you.
I am here
I am here- are you ready for me
I am here,
still and ready
Calm and accepting.
On the outside,
While, storms rage deep within,
They’re busy gathering my rage and inspiration
to fuel my expression.
My fearless motivation.
My cowardly courage.
All in the name of
owning all that I am.
Purely,
unabashedly,
unapologetically
Me.
Welcome to my world,
my whirlwind of emotions,
where the words keep flowing,
while my heart continually feels strongly about everything.
I am inspired,
ready as ever,
to unleash my thoughts onto paper.
Is the world ready for me?
Hour 21 (A call to consecration)
My Child, can you hear the ram’s horn,
Calling all my Children to consecration,
Humble yourself, repent, seek My face and pray,
Intercession for the lost who have gone astray,
Stop focus on the struggles
Focus on ME for I AM YAHUSHA THE ONE WHO SAVES,
I will never forsake you mor leave you,
I AM with you always.
Copyright(c)2022 Roxann Lawrence
24. Sun
Sun sets,
in the west,
or does it?
How does it matter,
north or south,
left or right,
ahead or behind,
the world goes on
along with the sun.
Hour16
Dear Simona,
keep being kind!
Keep being polite!
Keep being you!
Your former English teacher ♥️
We Are Covered / prompt 21/5 am
There are so many things we face
All we can do is set the pace
For nothing is a guarantee
We live according to His grace
We wake through His agape love
We are an undeserving bunch
But even as His mercy reigns
His umbrella covers us from the rain
~Rebeli
Wrong is the New Right
Wrong is the New Right
If you don’t know an answer,
you can always just pretend.
Your story’s an enhancer.
They’ll believe you in the end.
If you get caught red-handed,
always best to just deny.
Though a liar you’ll be branded,
it can never hurt to try.
If you are lacking money,
just get someone else to pay.
Some folks won’t find this funny.
You’re a jerk is what they’ll say.
Hour 24
Human bodies are forever bound
to stardust. It is said that ashes
turn to ashes, but really,
flesh turns to dust
turns to stars
turns to black holes
turns to the digestion of light.
And here I am, walking around
with stomach cramps.
Yet how trite our daily lives
may seem in the grand sight of it all,
each and every single one of us
can carry the meaning
of a thousand stars.
And that’s half of what we see at night,
most poets would say there are millions
and millions of them visible in the sky.
But honestly, there are just about
two thousand for the human eye to discover.
And that’s what we are, human.