Still Waters

By Rosa Lee Ranson

Rosa Lee Ranson took the initiative to write Still Waters, which is to express the heartfelt heart truth with real-life experiences through her own situations and circumstances to overcome them. Writing poems has made her realize self-improvement in herself in how she views life. Her intention is to encourage others by grace. Not a day goes by for her to just stop her dreams of writing poems for others to enjoy, imagery poems to touch the hearts and lives of others with dedication and passion.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Covenant Books, Inc.
• Release date: Apr 17, 2023
• ISBN: 9781645592402

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Copyright

Poems

Short Story: Mae Rose

About the Author

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Still Waters

Rosa Lee Ranson

ISBN 978-1-64559-239-6 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-64559-240-2 (Digital)

Copyright © 2022 Rosa Lee Ranson

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Still Water

Still waters,

She cannot speak in the same language that's heeded in her.

Gathering thy harvest,

Near the bay to bring her to a day of light where her soul is free,

Where It may settle in,

First, then last.

Um!

Still waters,

Just in time to pray this last psalm with thy voice that I can hear, so near.

Thy ebony one,

The shepherd's flute.

The one that is

ringing into my ears,

awe! amazing.

Still waters,

Abstract, I kindly can hear it so clear.

With it being greatly venerated,

Right here,

Right where I am.

Red Rose Waters

Red rose waters,

Amazing to see at beautiful sunset.

Feeling the air breeze from afar.

Rain dewdrops dripping in fate blood.

I stand alone,

My body shimmering at sea.

Pouring red petals water flakes.

How sweet, I stand to thee, baked in bare skin.

Bay shore, I can see.

Tall towels sparkling.

I scare face to settle right until the end.

Two hours I can feel

My self-loveliness.

Waiting to see another day.

Blinding with light, with a kiss on my lips of sweet taffy.

Red rose waters feeling with awe! And woe!

All dressed in colors, for the rest of the masquerade downtown.

I could dare to fight the cascade in the twenty-first century.

Festival booming at heed spend, here and there.

The stars are out, to feel right at home.

In the coming days to be feeling it, with miracle waves.

Ebony

Ebony,

Oh, rub me gentle,

With your Ebony bare skin.

For I am awake, for you to fill me up with your morning breeze.

Not just for one night,

Not just for one day.

Not one day has gone by, that I am asleep to know that you are with me.

For I am speechless, knowing that I cannot speak the same language as you can.

My Ebony eyes that I see before me.

I am assured, to be the one with open arms, to open the doors to your destiny, with a heart.

I have found a way,

To be a lamb unto your feet,

And a light unto your path.

I honor thee in thy way, light, and in thy truth.

For I am free,

To be your Ebony eyes, for you to see the love in me.

Scars

Scars,

She never had the chance to tell a soul.

Scars that took time to heal.

Scars left untold in books and in the theaters in 1957.

Scars that were decomposed deeply within.

Well done with veneration, and stink with no sign of congruent.

Scars that never had the contingent to abstract

Into the realm of its true cores.

Scarlet began to cry out for a dismay.

In public and in the urban community.

The abhor in her did not make any senses.

Until she began to protest and rally in all the states of Americans.

She limited the scars in herself.

For others to help raise the Scarlet Champagne that raised the fear out of the people.

Right out of the heart of Compton.

Right into the book of the twenty-third Psalm.

Surrender

I surrender myself,

I surrender my all.

For I am in favor.

I place you first.

When I have no one else to turn to.

Here I am,

All down on my knees.

Crying out your heavenly name.

Desperately, for comfort and peace.

I surrender my all, drench in my soul.

Have mercy on me.

For I am thirsty,

With my arms open wide.

I know for sure that my cry you hear is answered.

I know that you are solely speaking to me.

I surrender,

I surrender my all.

I wanna be known to you.

I wanna be with you now.

Have your way,

Have your way in me.

Like the colors of the rainbow.

The reflection of you,

Way down inside of me.

My heart bleeds,

My heart murmur beats.

Where you have settled in me.

Have your way,

Have your way in me.

Like streaming waters,

Rushing way down in me.

Have your way,

Have your way within me.

I surrender,

I surrender all.

In me,

I wanna be knowing you,

I wanna be knowing you more.

Surrender unto Him

Surrender unto the Lord.

Surrender to have faith in your prayers.

He will stand with you, to do all things through him, who strengthens you.

Let not your heart be troubled or dismayed.

For he is with you, forevermore.

Take heed and surrender unto him with both arms open wide, for his revelation, love, and power to run free.

Surrender to him to have an everlasting life, for he is the author to give.

Surrender to him in prayer and in psalms.

In Your Eyes

In your eyes.

I can see the sunlight, the light in you.

Shining down on you, crystal clear.

When the sun is out,

When the time is right.

In your eyes.

Tell me how?

You are different from me.

In the body of God, the father.

The author of faith in me to believe in the one who saved me, from all the things that I cannot change.

Who is he?

Tell me who you are.

When my eyes are set on you.

Ivory Hope

Hope in me I'm carefree.

To the hands that carry me.

Time has come to understand my condition in life that hindered me in health.

But I take yield to pray on my health to be thankful for the greater good in me.

Make sure that I can tell someone about my situation to help others is to bring glory to God.

I agree

In my emotions I will confess for healing.

I ask in his name for the things that are no longer any good to me.

I take ivory hope.

Dollar Lane

Stood on First Avenue Street.

Dollar Lane, doors open at 10:00 a.m.

Shopping sphere it is to buy all and everything for one dollar.

Rushing in and stumble across some air fresheners for one dollar, on aisle 1. And on aisle 3, three for one of the air breeze, insane of toxic breeze.

All clear in aisle 2, to pass by one for one and the other one for free.

Oh my, oh my, I have saved cents. This is the spot to save and run free by the tons.

Dollar Lane, to buy the things that are less and cheap than to buy the things that are not for sale or free.

Almost finished in lane 4, to spot the gain while I count my change.

Before I stumble across a mop and buy the last trash bags for my trash can in section 2 before they close in five minutes.

Dollar Lane.

That's selling doing there, closed out, right before the blackout.

Rain

Rain comes down on red rose ebony.

In the green grassy field.

Oh my, red rose ebony stands all alone,

In between the purple lilies.

Oh wow! Mayflowers are all over on the other side.

We all are in the rain, ready for the sun to come out.

Like a star, in the starless nights.

Late it is, to go out and pick just one red rose ebony.

When we have no sunlight.

Early in the morning, sister Joanna.

When the morning comes, when everything goes back outside when the rain stops.

We should be able to pick the last bunch of the red rose ebony before scarlet eve.

Before the Nil table centerpieces are finished being decorated.

Right at ten, right before the sun goes down.

Respectively, when the royal prince comes for the last supper and the queen of the palace joins for supper late tonight at midnight.

Revelation

Evangeline lily.

In the church, stands tall as a pond tree.

He has come to save the children.

For he is the author of the universe.

Where no one comes before him, on land.

In his eyes, he will see you through it all.

In the valley, here and now.

He asks for you to trust in him, and he will show you the way.

Listen to that small voice, for he is with you.

When all things are