MORNING INSPIRATIONS!!!

THE SUNSHINE SHINES BRIGHT,
Pushing away the NIGHT,
It has a TREMENDOUS SIGHT, and
it gives to you DELIGHT!!!

Let's Be like the SUN, and
BRIGHTEN UP THIS WORLD,
EVERY MAN, EVERY WOMAN, and
EVERY BOY and GIRL!!!

So, cast through these CLOUDS,
your SUNRAYS!!!, and
keep on
PUSHING THROUGH,
Go on and Let your LIGHT SHINE,
This LIGHT BEGINS IN YOU!!!!!

🌞 HAVE a BRIGHT AND SUNNY DAY!!! 🌞

🌞 KEEP BEAMING
DOWN THOSE SUNRAYS!!! 🌞


B.R.
Date: 08/29/2023

The DREAMER that DREAMS, and
that likes to EXPLORE,
INSPIRATION of IMAGINATIONS,
as to an EAGLE THAT SOARS,
The VISIONARY CAN IMAGINE
WHAT IS IN STORE
of the FUTURISTIC THINGS, and
so MUCH MORE
They SIT and they WONDER,
what is to become,
as they continue to IMAGINE,
What is UNDER THE SUN,
Hoping ONE DAY,
as well as it SEEMS,
Their VISIONS would COME TRUE
for ALL TO SEE!!!!


B.R.
Date: 9/9/2024

I am sitting, at my table,
Armed with a pencil, in my hand,
Making words, out of letters, that is my basic plan.
Then my thoughts, started to appear,
One word, at a time, as I search through my files,
So many memories, in my mind.
The subject, can be about anything, from rain, to a sunny day,
To an all-night party, years ago, or the special words, I do Pray.
Never knowing, what will inspire me, I can’t, just plan to write,
Ideas flow in from every direction,
It could be morning, noon, or night.
Thoughts come, and go in a fast way
, Many writings, I have started,
May never see, their final day. never planning ahead,
watching for signs, then at one moment, I decide,
This will be the last line.

                                                          ­The Original: Tom Maxwell © 11/21/21 AD 8:20 am

Nothing Worth Doing is Easy

Witness
an impossible
Monarch-

luminesce In,
from obscured
higher frequencies

swapping saffron compliments
with proud Susan, while
sitting on the thirteenth pedal
circling her black eye

Reflecting our diaphanous flight,
through this garden of stars

Maybe,
Everything
Worth Doing Is Easy

I can't go to sleep
with good thoughts
still lingering in mind.

I must ride the wave
until it's Crest
breaks under
the passing of time.

Till my self and whole
are torn asunder
I plunge into the depths.

Passing now,
the shallow veil.

I have grown quite adept,
in this game I call "my life"
and godly humored quest.

The easiest move is riding it out
it's acceptance which is hard.

Now the wave is gone, but I sink on
into deeper, and deeper depths
till dawn.