Tempting much too early
Overflowing thoughts stir
Life’s background music plays
Traveling to Big Sur
Remembering darkness
Transforming to moonlight
Memories play again
Rising from calmest night
Filling empty bucket
Pondering this new day
Distant dawn now teases
Opening mind to play
Feeling heartbeat’s rhythm
Leaving shadow’s twilight
Wisdom’s timeless travels
Scaling forgotten heights
Harmonizing sunrise
Glowing horizon beams
Sweet morning refreshment
Waking from blissful dream
Searching for quiet respite
Following dreams, each detail
Escaping from mankind’s noise
Finding narrative’s hidden trail
Crossing nearby forest bridge
Forgetting work’s last email
Arriving at paradise
Sweeping away narrative’s veil
Discovering prairie ahead
Saddling up, each thought exhales
Envisioning where time stands
Framing narrative’s rhythmic scale
Scanning landscape’s tranquil scene
Treasuring every inhale
Climbing each majestic peak
Flying narrative’s parasail
Grasping reins tightly in hands
Riding forward to prevail
Looking for more tomorrow’s
Writing narrative’s precious tale
Sunset says goodnight
Closing another page
Thoughts filling with peace
Waiting, tomorrow’s stage
Dreams nurture escape
Leaving reality
Subconscious journey
Resting under palm tree
Ocean’s tide rolls in
Viewing each breaking wave
Sleep’s rhythm flows out
Sketching stages to crave
Clouds soon disappear
Clearing under moonlight
Gentle hopes stirring
Taking in spirit’s night
Early dawn arrives
Rousting from slumber’s rest
Sunrise breathes again
Catching stage’s next quest
There is power in speaking dreams into existence.
When the world tells you to shrink . . . expand.
Elaine Welteroth (born 1986) is an American journalist and author.
Another school day, found in learning’s shrine
Thoughts seeking adventure’s breath of escape
Youth deserves to fill tomorrow’s headlines
Endless visions gathered, flight plan takes shape
Looking up into heavens’ blackened sky
Seeking to travel amongst brightest stars
Dreaming of final frontier, flying high
Searching incessant mysteries afar
Piloting starship of latest design
Fascinating discoveries in view
Transforming as universe redefines
Unlocking galaxy’s intimate clues
Departing from mankind’s earthly cocoon
Reading Jules Verne’s “From the Earth to the Moon”
This poem has been crafted as a sonnet: Note the four stanzas filled out with 14 lines, each line contains a total of 10 syllables, and the consistent rhyming pattern connects every other line in each stanza. It is doubtful that William Shakespeare ever considered designing a sonnet around this theme. Renowned French writer Jules Verne published one of literature’s earliest science-fiction novels, From the Earth to the Moon, in 1865.
Destiny plans a different route and fulfills the dream in ways we couldn’t have expected.
Creativity is the art of the impossible.
Ben Okri (born 1959) is a Nigerian-born poet and novelist. Much of his writing focuses on African post-modern and post-colonial traditions.
Let your dreams be bigger than your fears, your actions louder than your words, and your faith stronger than your feelings.
From Matthew 19:24-26: “‘Again I tell you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for someone who is rich to enter the kingdom of God.’ When the disciples heard this, they were greatly astounded and said, ‘Then who can be saved?’ But Jesus looked at them and said, ‘For mortals it is impossible, but for God all things are possible.'”
Nicky Gumbel (born 1955) is an English-born Anglican pastor and Christian author.
Autumn’s fading peace
Winter’s renewing lease
One lonely snowflake
More coming at daybreak
Sky fills with more snow
Sunshine, morning’s no-show
Snow’s depth keeps growing
Wind wakes up, now blowing
Light powder sifting
Definitely drifting
Traffic hurries home
Under low-pressure dome
Drivers surrender
With each fender bender
Life’s pace slowing down
Snowstorm parks, all around
Forecast calls for more
Snowplows called out to war
Surfing waves of white
Under wintry twilight
Empty classrooms sleep
Children shall never weep
Nighttime dreams complete
Will tomorrow repeat?
If you stop to be kind, you must swerve often from your path.
Saddle your dreams before you ride them.
Mary Webb (1881-1927) was an English romance novelist and poet.
Nestling with Christmas warmth
Dreaming of winter’s snow
Gliding down peaceful slopes
Beside lofty chateau
Sleeping with cherished peace
Hearing each silver bell
Waiting expectations
Mystery’s carousel
Ringing red kettle’s bell
Giving from grateful heart
Letting go of some cash
Someone’s life will restart
Quickening steps now stop
Finding one final gift
Sharing love with others
Purchase completes this shift
Gazing into night’s sky
Drifting, tiny snowflake
Inviting even more
Ground swells from snowy quake
Blessing midnight’s entrance
Painting whitest landscape
Witnessing lighted tree
Christmas dreams taking shape
The Christmas season can mean different things to many people, but residing in its heart just might be these words as written by American Congressman William Carey Jones (1855-1927): “The joy of brightening other lives, bearing each other’s burdens, easing others’ loads and supplanting empty hearts and lives with generous gifts becomes for us the magic of Christmas.”
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