A Poet Who is Learning To Fly

Happy Friday, readers, writers and authors! I receive  emails from  women at least once a week, who are indecisive about their career change, who are wondering if they can make it in the freelance writing arena and who question whether they should delay continuing their desired education major to follow their dreams.

Change is scary, but the fearless creative will learn to fully recognize, embrace and share their gifts, while remaining true to who they are.

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Tory Burnett is a young mother and music production major who is exploring life’s priorities, passions and purpose. She is extremely interested in doing children’s stories and comics. Tory gave me permission to share some of her poems with my adoring and supportive readers/followers here at the blog… I’m talking about y’all:)

Join me in welcoming Tory to Clara54 writer’s blog. This young creative is spreading her wings and definitely learning to fly!

Love In Motion

It began as a thought;
I was attracted to your fluid motion.
Which urged me to walk
Upon you with such notion.
To my surprise,
Your voice was only the beginning.
Hardly did I visualize that you’d be the one to make love arise.
Better yet, keep my head spinning & face grinning.
Passion screams through your aura.
Wisdom whispers with your words.
Lying next to you feels like floating in water..
As your stories sing soft tunes of birds.
I lose sleep.
Yet, thrive from your energy.
Moments transform into minutes, hours, days, then weeks..
As we create synergy.
Our love metamorphosed into three.
The rapid motion of our souls’ interconnections formed the greatest blessing.
JAH proving existence to our disbelief;
No need in confessing..
But, This is fate.
Breeding life inside of me;
Generated from the man whose life I wish to partake.. In.
Life as we’ve known draws to an end.
Out, she emerged.
Marley Sky, our entire world;
Signifying how greatly love shall intensify.
She is every bit of you and I;
Sending us roller coasting through every emotion.
We are the roots from which she grows.
We are the oceans through which she flows.
We are Love in motion.
Color of My Skin

The color of my skin
Does not advertise sin.
Its history is rooted from deep within;
Resilient as a tree standing against wind.

The color of my skin
Does not equal less than.
I am no math equation,
Yet the use of persuasion to sell me to slave nations has added to the problems I’m facing.

The color of my skin
Comes with a warning.
Buyer BEWARE: this one is rare.
From the varying hues my naked body wears
To the exotic look of my wild hair.

The color of my skin
Speaks volumes from within–
Swaying souls through EVERY music genre WE began;
Feeding hungry hearts with our cooking pots and pans.

The color of my skin
Proves the love of an Almighty Source.
For my ancestors never let up on their course,
And our Divine Creator showed us it is we he adores.

The color of my skin
Should not intimidate men.
However, fear is the result of ignorance.
Hardly do they understand the skin in which I prance.

The color of my skin
Is where the human lifeline begins.

Rain(older writing)
Sitting on cloud nine, she goes by the name Nimbus. I can take you to the sky.. if you lend me a few minutes. Though time will be your least concern when I finish. I lay my head to rest to feel tears welling upon Nimbus’ chest; And her tears stain the Earth as rain. For a moment, I share her pain. But feelings quickly change as I listen to the subtle melody her tears sang. I look down upon earth, as I accept this feeling of rebirth. I observe its inhabitants dodge and duck for cover. Inside, I wonder why they hide from their own mother, Nature. I whisper sweet lullabies in hopes of soothing Nimbus. While drying tears from her eyes, I realize Earth must bear her burden another seven minutes. Yet, the Earth her burden replenish. Overwhelmed with a sense of unknown Joy, I feel light as a feather. I notice Nimbus and I floating pass a rainbow by the name of Roy. His grin was rather coy. He then tells me if it appears too often, his essence those on Earth would no longer enjoy.

Visions(old writing)

I envision a greater nation no longer seduced by Satan. A nation no longer reduced to hating. A nation focused on praying and hearing God’s answers, rather than false sayings from bystanders. A nation with children born of manners. So I’m planting my future through seeds that I sow…but you won’t find any in the plants I blow. The thought of reaping isn’t my only incentive for hope. I pay attention to all details through a microscope. I’m learning to appreciate the smaller figures in order to comprehend the bigger picture. And, that prayer and faith make one hell of a mixture.. There’s a paradox for the books. Ain’t it funny how God will put you through hell & have you shook just to fix ya? Taking his route(root) is like fleeing dementia. They got us hidden from the truth and our minds polluted with false proofs. While everyone is worried what’s cool, I’m focused on the deliverance of my succeeding gene pool. Oh Jehovah! You will rule. I pray everyday you use me as your tool. Humble these wise men into fools.

Keep shining, Tory Burnett!  To connect with Tory, visit her social media sites.

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