Hello friends

In 2024 I plan to continue exploring different types of poems that have rules..I fell in love with haiku. And I discovered that I love using syllables

for posts with pictures I will still be using only original photography by three artists.. to find more of their work follow their individual hastags. #terrijeanphotography. #Photographybymegane #heatherchubbphotography.

If you came here a stranger I hope you leave as a friend.

Xoxx Connie

I love reading Susan’s poetry and stories..

Silly Dreams:

It Ain’t Easy ..I’m reposting this one because i didn’t post all the lyrics on my last post.

On a dark and starless night
a baby boy was born
His mama threw him in a trash bin
In the mist of a Winter storm
Though He survived the stab wounds
meant to take his life away
he will live with the scars
and he’ll know the truth someday…

Lord it ain’t easy
living in the world today
Lord it ain’t easy
finding the right words to say when i pray

Bless the hungry and the homeless
bless the victims of crimes
Bless the tired and the weary
standing in hand out lines..
Bless the working poor
and souls that went astray
Bless the tiny children Lord
Lead us to a better way…

cause Lord it ain’t easy
living in the world today
Lord it ain’t easy
finding the right words to say when i pray

The rich man and the poor man
the beggars and the thieves
All praying for enlightenment 
All telling God their needs..
How do we stop the hunger
the wars and poverty
as one by one we bow our heads
and one by one we agree…

Lord it ain’t easy
living in the world today
Lord it ain’t easy
finding the right words to say when i pray…..

connetta jean

it ain’t easy

On a dark and starless night

A baby boy was born

His mama threw him in a trash bin

In the mist of a winter storm

Though he survived the stab wounds

Meant to take his life away

He will live with the scars

& he will know the truth someday….

Lord it ain’t easy

Living in the world today

Lord it ain’t easy

Finding the right words to say

When I pray.

The rich man and the poor man

The beggars and the thieves

Their all praying for enlightenment

All telling God their needs..

How do we stop the hunger

The wars and poverty 

As one by one we bow our heads

And one by one agree….

to pray..

The golden key

When it comes to my life

Lord you hold the golden key

To unlocking visions 

Only You and I can see

I promise you to do my best

With all you’ve given me

But visions they are only dreams

Without the golden key

Now I lay me down to rest

For tomorrow once again 

I will wake to seek the golden key

Only I can find within

Amen

Castles

Build me not a castle

Of marble and stone

Home is my castle

My castle is home..

Lay not the floors

With brick and cement

Lay them with love

Peace and content

Fill not the walls 

With plaster and stone

Fill them laughter

And tears of a home

For I want not a castle

That be castle alone

Home is my  castle

My castle is home..

February

Winter

Wraps nature in blankets of snow

Caressing her with winds

Holding her close

dancing

warming

Sun rays 

Wrap around earth

Holding her body close

As rain drops from clouds warm winters

Cold hands

last dance

Winds sing winter songs
Blasting icy tunes as spring 
Awaits his last dance.

Flexing 5-7-5-7-7

Words are flexible

Submitting to the pens ink

Flowing on paper

We use them mold them rape them

 Over and over again 

laughs

Crocus 

Laugh at winter

Telling February 

That March intends to unlock doors

To spring