Rosebuds; break of day brightness
awakened fledglings from sleep.
A resting songbird breathes deep
from nursling black and white time
as a wisp of light prances
around scallop-trimmed leaflets,
in concert with elapsed time.
Another sunrise is the world saying hello.
It’s promising a fresh beginning.
Turn the page on yesterday.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2026, 2nd place 2026, 3rd place 2026
Here Comes the calming Breeze
Just over the horizon the blooms.
So the light is birth it shines
Dew point upon the Earth
Glistening rose the darkness fades
Dark and lonely is the space God smiles,
His Amazing Grace coveted
is the air we breathe Elohim kisses
Dawning is the new landscape Father turns on His lights. as the birds in the trees whispers God assurance. Everything is all right as the calm comes... it's a New Day Dawn
Hallelujah
1/14/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Quote: "Isn’t it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?” — L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
Old age is a number filled with many years,
some with cheers,
some with tears.
I have worn my life with a guard,
now near the graveyard.
I have paid my past debt.
"Isn’t it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?"
I can now daydream,
with a big smile and esteem,
no more mistakes is my new theme.
The sun rises each day
even though I am experiencing
crushing grief, I can see it and
cling to the hope that one day
seeing a new day begin
will bring me joy again
You beckon to me, and I respond.
You open the door and take me by the hand.
You guide me as I see, learn, and sometimes comprehend.
You script and unfurl,
And I play my role, desiring to add my lines.
The elements, like soldiers, carry out their duties—
Unseen, but sometimes summoned by the sages.
This is a mystery from ages past;
Sometimes these soldiers are fiery and bold.
You lead me along a path that yesterday never saw and tomorrow longs to know.
I follow where the stream flows,
Keeping hope alive,
Holding the lamp through every struggle.
Though I may not understand all that I see,
I journey across the sea.
It is a privilege to be embraced by you,
And an honour to be held by you.
Though sometimes redemption feels like a tale,
And Zion seems like a lost city.
May 26, 2025.
I hope you're inspired by the full moon tonight. Blessings.
Dawning of a new day
By Michelle Morris
12/05/2025
Let it come crumbling down
This Life you thought you knew
It's not either the fear and heartache
The forgotten promises and dues
You deserve better, dear
You deserve it now
Don't wait until another year
Be brave, adjust your crown
For the foundation that's needed
Is pure and eternally yours
Walking your sacred Path
Where you're appreciated and adored
So, let it go with fearless courage
Let go and let God lead the Way
He knows your Prosperity awaits
In the dawning of a new day
© Michelle Morris, 2025
a majestic sunrise
rolls in through my window
how sublime
the day unveils
a challenge and a promise
of much to live up to
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
By the way, miracles can happen.
Anything is possible. Blessings, Love and Light.
It's a new day
By Michelle Morris
01/03/2025
It's a new day and you're alive
It's a new day; time to thrive
It's a new day and you are blessed
It's a new day; keep doing your best
© Michelle Morris, 2025
the moon stands still
in gentle hesitation
while the sun wakes
ever so gracefully
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted to contest 'ONLY FEBRUARY 2025 POSTED' sponsored by BRIAN STRAND on February 24, 2025 - Honorable Mention
A new day
Comes every day
With a morning, a noon
An afternoon and an evening
It's day and it's night
Across the countryside.
The first day of the year
Is as special as the last
Man creates days of feast
To distinguish himself from the beast
That says that all days are the same
Like the wind that dances and sows.
There is a beginning
To smile and laugh
And an end of time
To cry and die
The animals are right
A new season does not matter.
A new year, a new day
A new week, a new month
A new night, a new noon
A new sun, a new moon.
Copyright © January 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
SOLEMN SUCH THIS A NEW DAY PRAYER- December 16 2024
Solemn this such a new day prayer
All Father Elohim
Creator of all and everything
We awaken
With your breath in us
We awaken under your covering
Filled and surround
With your joy, peace your love
Mercies grace cries Holy, Hallelujah
Abba Father Daddy we’re thankful
~
For this such a new day
All you’ve given and all you do for us
We your children adorn and love you
It’s so you whom we soul trust
We Kings and Queens
To God be the Glory
Your purpose your will in our life;
Your story
Your grace ever thankful
Abundantly sufficient for us always
~
Good new day brethren
Thank you for your covering
Covering us
We appreciate you
Though we don’t always show it, we do
The God who sees all knows
And He will do it
For His greater purpose
12/16/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Written words by Candace Rodgers 2024©
As day dawns, the sky gleams bright.
Fresh clean reborn, the morn's alight.
I am the glimmer in the sun's feeble rays,
That its hope will bring me better days.
I am the dew caught on blades of grass.
Glinting beads that gleam esteem in glass.
I am the caress of the gentle breeze,
That dances, awakening rustling leaves.
I am the artist who paints the scene,
With soft warm gentle hues, so serene.
I am the sunbeams plying the sky
For clouds to kiss that come on by.
I am the hush of silence the quells
Night's clatter with quiescent spells.
I rise with hope, to chase my dreams
In the warm glow of sunlight streams.
It is such a pleasure to be up and see
The symphony of each dawn abide with me.
Roads long squandered,
Routes trained to memory.
a crack in the long unyielding concrete
unremarkable.
Then, a wildflower
A peculiar pink.
Leather, nostalgia.
Cinnamon, mellow.
Stop dead in my tracks,
Wistful, yearn.
Many a while did I dream of creation
After all, what does it take?
Soil, water, an undefeated soul.
Many a while did I long for something that called me God.
Many a while did I pick up a pen,
Dropped it back down.
Afraid of laughter no one laughed,
Fearing fingers yet unpointed.
What does it mean to begin?
What does it take to begin?
Paper, ink, a sliver of hope.
Do I have what it takes to begin?
Now every new page,
A breath of awakening
In a book awaiting it's soul.
A step, far from empty pages.
Albeit one, this stride
holds strength of lifetimes far spent.
And as I sit, winds of change,
Of beginning, blowing through my hair finally let down.
A start.
Breaking apart the shackle that is anticipation.
Everything goes, and so will this fear.
And as my soul, my blood, my sweat, my tears, I wring into form,
Perhaps,
I have what it takes to begin.
The water was warm it must have been
The morning was cold it was early
The two collided and and there it was
smoke on the water rising
mysteriously
Vapor thin outlines levitating
With the dawn chorus applauding
Ecstatically
There is no smoke without fire
Here comes the sun little darling
It’s alright
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