Presents – Futures

Days and nights passing,
Dreams of presents, futures thought,
Highly suspect seem,
Because plans can go awry
Leaving us to wonder why.
In the movement of
The breeze the trees sing, their leaves,
Or branches gone bare,
There may be answers among
The voices set boldly free.
Whispers of hope, plans,
Filling space well enough
To guide through turmoil, lead
Into liberty,
Amass the treasure able
To make creation stable.
Longing for some simple sign
Showing one day the design
Imprinted so long ago
Will unleash patterns able,
To help everyone become such
As is wished, all loves may be.

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Dribbles

If you want to change
Your life you may rearrange
The furnishings of
Your placement, occupation,
Moving across the nation.

Tadpoles in water live,
Sprouting legs to become frogs,
Taking to land, air;
We form environments for
Our growth and satisfaction.

Music collides with
Feelings making everyone
Obtain happiness.

I held a droplet
In my hand to understand,
The lives of humans.

Cultivating Needs

Come now, please enter
The corridor streaming to
A future unknown
But welcoming, becoming
A notable destination.
Take a step leaving
Fear, mediocrity far
Behind so living
Suddenly transforms into
Lovely creativity.
All guesses, thoughts, knowns
Are but reflections cast on
Screens of dreams that seem
In their happening, transports
To realms hidden beyond mists.
Getting where wishes
Occur in truth that passes
Through hearts of loving,
A discovering of each
Wonder made unmatchable.
Instruments play songs
Of personal power made strong
Enough to alter
The fabric of what is real
Bringing miracles to light.
People are the keys
The beating hearts, searching minds
Manifesting bright
Hopeful marvels beautiful
In happening – to extreme.

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As a prompt, create something that hints at but does not use personal pronouns or proper nouns, but gets that message out prominently.

A Duo

Icy, Not Pricey

Celebrating bills
Of the electrical kind,
Some go down like mine,
Cold weather is quite welcome,
Cause cold never bothered me.
My thermostat says
Fifty-two morning arise,
Okay, I feel fine
Later heat-wave sixty-four,
Not even cold when outdoors.
While Winter cold shocks
I enjoy a great reprieve
But when warmth returns
It is gloom and doom because
Cooling costs take breath away.
I can warm myself
In a variety of ways,
But going naked
Will not even block the heat
When sweltering Summer comes.
It is then I find
Myself all undone again
With bills so costly
I can never win my way
Without a fortune to pay.

Just Do It

If you find yourself
All alone, feeling lonely,
Stop thinking only
You are in that dreadful plight,
Many languish in the night.
Take some time to think
How you might step to the brink
Reaching out your hand
To find a woman or man
Who would with you come to stand.
Love is glorious
Changing dreams into something
You can touch and taste,
A reality with grace
Fantasy cannot replace.

I have been up all night, that is the story – I am sticking with it, in case you find this a bit out of character.

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Five Tanka

Voices now missing,
Faces unseen, we cannot
Recover the lost
But memories linger beyond
The pain suffered every day.

New love a blessing
Washing over vacancies
Erasing injuries
Taken in other places
Times no longer tightly grasped.

There are songs able
To dump us in a swamp full
Of scalding teardrops
Which might completely drown us
Did others ignore our need.

Did you see angels
As the faces of loved ones
Appeared in your dreams?
Those given to enrich lives
Are Heaven’s agents disguised.

Why now agonize
Over tomorrow’s dark storms?
God goes before us
Smoothing the pathways we walk
So worries do not exist.

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As a prompt, try your hand at writing some tanka. The form is five lines with syllable counts: 5-7-5-7-7. I often stack them for longer poems. Tanka are a simple form, short enough to allow a quick bit of work, but long enough to convey complex meaning.