Hello

Good Morning.

That shooting yesterday at the Sunoco 7 Eleven was the second gas station/convenient store shooting in Lehigh County in less than a year. The other ended up becoming a murder-suicide at the Rt. 100 Wawa in Breinigsville nine months ago.

Be careful.

It’s a Saturday morning, and this is kind of like a freestyle post me. Sometimes rappers freestyle, and you can do it as a writer to. Even if you have no material in mind-just start writing.

Poetry-A Freestyle Session

No rush,

No worry,

There’s not a reason for either.

Your path is waiting Keeper.

Nature is your teacher.

No doubt,

No fear,

It shall all become clear.

Evolutionary leap,

it seems out of reach,

but it’s not.

Stop and think on this,

It’s a decision,

That’s all it is.

Enjoy your Saturday everyone.

Ceremonial

Under a moon that’s full,

While the ocean currents pull,

I call out to thee,

Northern light and element earthly.

Strengthen your arc,

and encircle accordingly.

Light and air-awaken to feast,

Awaken our circle when you come from the east.

Southern fire-I hold you so dear,

The temperatures rise the closer you near.

Coming around now, so close to completion,

Waters flow in and rule out depletion.

And I break;

to fill up my goblet,

to burn up some incense,

to look up.

TimeemiT

My new book, Smorgasbord 3 The Final Platter begins with this poem. I posted it on here a little while ago, but I decided to bring it back as a sneak preview of what’s to come. Enjoy!

TimeemiT

The ticking of the clock,

plays a trance-like melody,

in my mind;

a beautiful symphony.

An orchestra in tune,

perpetuating the mood,

of energetic-never ending high;

though a portrait of time,

tells us it’s noon.

Anxious thoughts and reality loom,

Oh how beautiful,

that circle filled with numerals;

yet-it ticks and ticks until our funerals.

Those hands!

Time can be harsh,

though we forget,

in the memories of emotional marsh,

the clock is ticking.

Time is running out.

Jentry 6

Hidden Inspiration

Photo by Magoi on Pexels.com

I’m tired of going digital;

giving away my thoughts has become habitual!

So now, I keep my thoughts hidden.

Whenever I feel driven,

Whenever I break from living,

I indulge in the way of the heart.

Classical art,

Paper and pens;

meditation through a spiritual lens.

It might take a ritual to solve this riddle!

We live in a world that’s magical;

the symbolism leans mystical,

though it’s hard to explain,

I will, and I’ll make it plain.

The Goddess is triple,

The stars twinkle,

and the state is blissful.

Think in terms that are simple.

-Francis J. LaManna

Inspiration; a poetic collaboration

I know we only advertised this collaboration one day in advance, but here it is:

Inspiration

By: Grace Y. Estevez & Francis Joseph LaManna

Francis

Awakened by the thunder,

And the rain,

So real-a-dream in my slumber,

Only memories remain.

Grace

Felt shaken, drenched in sweat,

Still sleeping yet awake

Try to steady my breadth

feel real, no longer fake.

Francis

Conscious reality now that I’m awake,

Brought forth from a world of dreams

Make no mistake

A spark of passion with golden beams.

Grace

Lights up my unsure mind

Then sparks within my heart

Stirred up and well defined

This moment marks the start.

Francis

An old-fashioned loose leaf canvas,

Sensational revelations in ink

Only wisdom and spark can grant this

Through artistical blends-woven in sync.

Grace

Fears cease and surrender,

Both tears and canvas dry

Inspired by splendor

To relentlessly try.

I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as we did creating it. Once again, I’d like to personally thank Grace Y. Estevez from the website Grace of the Sun. If you would like to read more of Grace’s work please visit https://graceofthesun.com/2021/05/05/gift/