Poem titled "Calm Shores"
New streams of creativity
Flowing and circling around
Take a paddle, dare to move
An idea held up against the mocking storm
Your dream is the gentle wind you need
To set sail the canoe of your life
Through the calm shores of hope
those that bare teeth at the growth you show
the 'mentors' that feed on fishes and corals
You want to go fast, yet only if they had a little moral
The bobbling of the canoe and the splash of the clear pit below
and look ahead with hope so pure till you get a steady flow
as the light seeps through the misty clouds above
and you remember the beauty you beheld
when you took the first wade in the sea called life
See the calm...
New ways of thinking,
Hold on, New things are always on the horizon,
The world will continue to spin, constantly in motion,
Sprouting out new things with every revolution.
With every dawn, a new day begins,
A chance to explore and break new spins.
Start each day as a new canvas, let your prints be known.
New visions, would yours be next? i do not know,
As the mysteries unfold, you begin to shine like snow,
bursting forth with a lightening glow,
so try again, hit the rock, give it one more blow.
for in doubt, failure casts its bounds,
echos of fear like a resounding hound,
but do it afraid, even with them trembling hands,
for soon you gon wake up to an ovation band!
The world is rotating and moving so fast and slow,
New highs, new lows.
I just want to be at peace,
But that might mean I need to slow down,
The calm waves put me at ease,
Only if this feeling went round.
To tether a gen-Z...
Hooked on slangs, mono-syllables and short codes...
Endless opportunities and possibilities,
Everyone always chasing one or the other,
Forgetting to pause to take a moment,
A moment to reflect,
A moment to soak in nature,
A moment to listen to the birds chirping,
A moment to listen to the loud sound of the waves of the oceans.
Loud yet soothing.
A moment of nature.
A moment of calm.
New innovations each day,
That birth creativity to make the world calm yet stormy.
Newer versions of all that is,
And still could be;
How beautiful the calm,
Before the storm,
And even more beautiful,
The calm after the storm,
And live as beautifully as you can.