awake usual thoughts
failures made imposed
turn others sleep
those like may also awake
guilt not helping light
rest night fears conflicts
wars doubts known not
all prepositioned
keep hope peace joy love
isolated chambered atomized
quarked vanquished
Lord Jesus maybe will
many claim dead still
resurrection appendage
little importance since
not fit soteriology
identity not body
only survives death
timeless eternity reincarnated heaven
space sans time spent looking edge
those not yet arrived
waiting again undiscovering
one another simultaneously
except frozen eternity
Lord be raised embodied ongoing
time continued timely together
see those sleep those cannot
night pray
now three two hours
now one before dawn
Actual poetry form is Pensee
stillness
earth holds its breath
while all of nature awakens
there's a soft glow, dew kissed petals
waiting for the sunrise
Sometimes, I wanna
Talk. With her. Tell her my thoughts.
But she is asleep.
Or she's not, but gone.
Not available to help
Balance my wobble.
Or I have too much
To say, and worry about
My place in her world.
I forget myself.
I yearn for Hiraeth-- my love--
My soul’s safe haven.
I am stone and clay
Metal and wood, living.
Resilient. Stoic.
So, my feet planted,
Unafraid-- no, just bravely--
Facing my sunrise
I see no more dancing, I hear no more songs,
The neighbors are now quiet and the lights are all gone.
There are no soul in the streets, no sound nightlong,
Now that dullness begins to set in, I guess happiness is gone.
I thought that spring is no more,
But oh! I guess I was wrong.
I brightly smile as someone knocks on my door,
A new beginning is waiting, it was just dark before dawn.
Stillness of the morn
just before dawn
fills me with calmness and joy
blackbird is singing
attracting his mate
whilst a gentle breeze
awakens my garden gate
feeling so good
as I watch the sun rise
a gigantic gold orb from the sea
bathing all in redness and gold
diamantes glisten on the sea
just before dawn
here by the sea
this truly is the place for to be
whilst folk they are sleeping
and sadly are missing
this wonderful picture I see
there is no other place
I would rather be
just before dawn
on this magical morn
with the sun the sea and me
Written 28th May 2023
CONTEST 'A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE no 1220
SPONSOR BRIAN STRAND
6th PLACE in Premiere Contest
Before the moon gives reign to the ruling sun, I'm awaked by the crooning of a lover. Not for me does he sing, for he seeks a mate. It's those tranquil moments I treasure, when through my open my window I hear his voice. Sweet love songs in the silence before the waking of dawn beguile me as the world still dreams in slumber. I'm filled with inner peace and a sense of hope. While listening to his dulcet tune, sometimes I pretend his songs are for me. If I had wings I would answer his call with a melody of my own.
avian crooning
lavender sky of morning ~
melodies at dawn
February 24, 2023
It Means a Lot to Me Contest
Sponsored by Gina McIntosh
Countries frolicking in the sun's afternoon
While we lay cold in winter's shade.
Goodnight doesn't mean goodbye
We shall meet again up in the sky
Its the breathing of relax ! which mingle mixes beneath the roof of tamping rain drops, beyond the road salt stained glass, i know ! Its cold, of passing wheels, at early o'clock and the spitting, in crimson, spiralling, crackling music of the metamorphosis into charcoal of long past,chopped very dry logs; early o'clock cloaks me in the revolving whir of the fridge, i cannot hear the spiders feet! although he has eight scurrying in the scullery, or the plop of the tea bag and the bubbling of hot, dropping swilling and brown.
It is the gentle of Bozz and Betti snoring and my goose bumped arms scaffolding a heavy head and drooping eye lids, ah,comfort arrives in many clothes sizes and times.
But, this comfort slips from key white to key black, the dripping morning of disappointed tunes and stamping feet, blurs under the flap of the breezing yawn of letterbox joy, just a jumble of jigsawed letters missing from an eternal alphabet, i am not liking this day, to evening and death.
discarded, dismissed in rain
faint arrows of moonlight, peering through diagonal blinds
i hang in the shadows
drink pus, eat silicon
and believe in nothing.
rain is only until the darker, jet black vastness unwinds the lesser space gray of clouds.
when you sleep, i awaken.
i look at my hands
and they become mine.
It's always darkest before the dawn.
While all the bad things will not turn out light.
Before dawn, terrible pain kills.
It breaks the soul apart.
Before dawn, darkness triumphs.
And there is nothing worse.
Before dawn, even evil is impressive.
It shows us the worst sides.
And we just need to get through this time.
Clench your teeth and wait for the dawn.
Just a little more and it will be easier to live,
The dawn rays will teach you to win.
Don't cry, get your tears and don't be shy,
Fight, hold on, love, be brave.
It's darkest before dawn,
But this is only a second of the whole life.
this is were we thought we be saying i love you and all
but i ain't getting know check so
guess ain't no such thing as love
until then.
ain't no merry christmas baby
gonna help remedy this void, sh$t
better
your husband don't want me
with you this year
he used his influence to
cancel our festivies
he ah bit$ch!
see you on the other side of new year,
for real thats right right on
the other side.
then we gonna fool them b$tches all over again!
"Before Dawn"
It's amazing how we started on a chapter that was never scripted how the birds sang not on a Sunday morning.lt was rushed now we hush............!
Silence and Violence the new game we playing.
Repulsive , Retarded,Regretting that's the theme now.
lt was perfect ,too perfect .
Expectional...... chemistry , wedding bells matching shirts compliments.....
Now we are just two strangers again!
Yellow cat eyes follow
Laughing at their own whit
Snarling gently
But growling only within
Faerie startles
Wanting something better
Not knowing what
Wishing she did
Garden magic
Seeping into the meadow
Carrots poking through
Their green unique
A lazy day
The world is asleep
As natural things happen
Outside, before dawn
Brownies and elves
Forming into butterflies
And grasshoppers
Sprinkling grass with dew.
ghosts drifting away...
freshwater lake ... before dawn
... greetings ... morning sun
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