Future?

This ground stands beneath
Us a platform not knowing
How the flowers grow,
It needs not always be one
Way, many futures collide.

Outside is only
Inside/out and celebrate,
For old is just young
With the experience to be
Whoever we will become.

Future hope? Yes, why not?
We are agents of changing
Creativity
Unlimited originality
Speckled with stardust, moonshine.

Come here, no look there,
Space-Time is not all to be,
Hidden emplacements
Enhance and draw damper on
What lies in tomorrow’s brain.

Do not talk at us,
Involve who is and might be,
Reality caves
Because it is perhaps an illusion
More to come than this appears.

Years, there have been some
But stored in ample quantities
Are more, many futures,
We ride the storm, born to it,
Alive to roll victories through.

Dark encroaches, but we stomp
What does not nourish us, we are
Strong, abundant, growing, well,
There is life, light, LOVE, both
Behind and ahead, future we see, glad.

The prompt for the PAD Challenge on Poetic Asides today is “Future.” I wrote another poem, it was not, so I wrote this one. Whatever – sometimes plans alter belief.

Lucky?/Unlucky?

Sometimes we believe living
Alone is an unlucky state,
All the hype feeds our conception,
It is accurate for some, at times,
But being alone can give space/time
To discover the self, independent,
Outside the other with only one
To know we are adequate and find
The purpose of who we have become;
Sometimes it takes being by ourselves.
We stare in the mirror and see our
True reflection, not the projection
Filtered through other eyes with
All the bias contained in another
Mind which may be doing calculations
We cannot see in our recasting,
Addition/Subtraction, Multiplication/Division
Are always trickier when someone else
Does the equation, maybe in the work
We miss important steps or carries.
Even if being alone is extremely temporary
It can give us insight that leads us
To be the better persons we wish to be
Giving us desire and passion to
LOVE
Infinitely better than we ever have before.

Tuesday’s prompt for the PAD Challenge on Poetic Asides was Lucky/Unlucky. I got some rocket fuel (Coffee), which I usually avoid, and so I have developed this poem.

What Is

The last word has come
Early, and still, out of time,
We may think we know,
Be assured we are now late.
None earns the token spoken
By sages years gone
Who hid it in poetry
Which no one will read,
The secret to survival,
What will wake wan weakened will?
Scribes thought to give it
Freely bestowed on future
Generations growing
But books become bare, broken,
Opened only occasionally.
Reign ravages reason
Decides dubious debates denote
Truth tied to television, temptations.
The last word
The key to dreams come true,
Constant happiness, lasting blessings,
The sages held the proof
They knew the poets, writers,
Artists of all types, would
Seeking, find the answer,
Deciphering the gift hidden
Openly for ages in the pages,
The first, last, ever, and forever:
Jesus and His gift of LOVE.

The last word or last words were the prompt in Prompted Positive Poetry today.

Scoring Ribbons

Pick up a book, read,
Take paper, pen, pencil
See what you can create,
Turn on your favorite song,
Loud, if you like,
Sing along, then play others.

If you have a dog, take a walk,
A cat, see if you can give pets,
A ferret, watch how giddy
It can be when roaming loose.

Spend some time with your clothes,
Mix and match for new combinations,
Nix those that no longer hold a fascination,
Develop fresh cuisine for quarantine
Look up new skills you want
On YouTube and work for proficiency.

Avoid the news when you can
You know it is bad already,
If you must watch television
Go for delights that light your life.

Support your friends on-line
With likes and comments,
Now it is especially vital,
Everyone is working hard
To be positive just as you are
Encouragement helps so much.

Being BLUE does not become us
We are survivors, thriving,
We are love, cheering one another,
We are winners, champions,
Only our ribbons are rainbows
Of smiles forever renewed,
After tearful BLUE showers.

Prompted Positive Poetry’s prompt is “Blue.” Think I may have gotten a bit lost, but I am okay, yeah. LOL!

What Trap?

It could be a trap
Staying home, staying away,
Staying Alive,
But we may choose it
As another experience
Should we like
Adventure calls us outright.
Multitudes appear
Pleasures within reach of those
With seeking hearts, minds,
When we employ the power,
LOVE,
We discover gifts which nurture
Us in distressing times.
Our spirit is always free,
Can never be trapped.
No container or tricky plot
Made
Can confine LOVE’s generosity
It seeks its goodness to share
Everywhere with everyone
Now
As in time to come
LOVE
Is the guide and destination,
The purpose of every life
The preparation of all nations,
God, in wisdom, did ordain
His LOVE forever to reign.

The prompt for the Poem A Day Challenge on Poetic Asides today is “Trap.” The PAD Challenge is a celebration of National Poetry Month hosted by Robert Lee Brewer each year. I have participated in it a number of times, having the Creativity Project makes me less likely to quit without finishing.