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Good Morning!

When the day sweeps 
Away the last drop of darkness, ?
(Aurora with her cool breath, ?
Gently rising to her duties, ?
And with the sun as her companion, ?
Drizzling light into dark corners), ?
It reminds the nursing mother ?
Of the child who interrupted sleep last night, ?
It touches the heart of the caring father, ?
Still working on their unfinished home, ?
And alerts the poet of his unfinished verse, ?
Of a dirge, whose theme is nothing but death. ???

But isn't it amazing, ?
How our minds are occupied, ?
By rainbow dreams that spark across the sky, ?
That must be true at rainbow's end. ?
A waiting pot of gold…?
Every nerve dances in anticipation! ???

Yet for me, every morning brings, ?
Such a melancholy joy,
But perhaps you understand, ?
For it sprinkles fresh hope to the boy, ?
While slowly, pushing him to his grave. 
?But as long as life endures, ?
And the sun continues to shine, ?
Surely every morning, ?
Is a good morning!

Abekah Emmanuel
August 25, 2014


Poet's Notes:
Abekah Emmanuel's Poetry can be found on Poemhunter.com. He is 21 years of age 
and lives in Accra, Ghana.

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 When I Give You My Heart…

The love I give to you dear one,
Is love I know belongs to me,
To think that it is yours alone
Is adolescent fantasy.

For if this love weren’t really mine
How could it then be mine to give?
If heart is always True Love’s home,
Without a heart how could I live?

It may not bring you comfort love
And you may never feel secure,
But dreams my heart is only yours,
Reveal a heart that’s immature.

For you to tell me that’s your gift,
As quickly tells me you’re a liar,
For even if you think it’s true,
The world can see your pants on fire!

At least most men aren’t made that way,
Our futures never are for sure.
And pleasures taken while we can
While praying there might be a cure.
 
A sick child cause our love to end,
Even our jobs drive us apart,
Though no one plans on stuff like this,
It spells disaster for the heart.

A partner that decides they’re gay,
Somehow an accidental death,
The day your spouse does not come home,
The world can take away your breath.

So when I ‘just’ give you my love
Please check your heart to know it’s true
And realize that lover’s chose,
It’s really all that one can do.

A witches spell, a chain of fire
Cannot restrain decay to dust,
A lifetime all we have to live,
Where good days start with hope and trust.


Brian Johnston
August 29, 2014

Poet's Notes:
Few go into a relationship with the expectation of love not lasting a lifetime, and yet we all know our relationship too will end, sooner or later, hopefully the latter. The time spent may be quality time or more of a learning experience, usually a mixture of both. But nothing can totally prepare us for the future except to be honest with ourselves and to admit, we are not really in control. That understanding can make things easier for those able to embrace it. Failure may always be failure, but being able and willing to forgive, to love yourself is the only path to future happiness.

A 'Poem en Duo' as coined/defined by myself is basically a collection of poems that 
address similar topics but which when published together (under a new title which 
illuminates their similarities) gives new life to each poem included. It could be a 
group of poems by the same author as well.
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