Best Awakenings Poems

In a beautiful green valley 
Where wild flowers grow 
Comes the first blanketing of winter's snow 
The clouds up above float luxuriously by 
As I lay and stare at the wonderous sky 
I can hear the wind whisper thru the trees 
And smell the crisp...

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His love is all around me,
Even though I cannot see
Something that is so very real,
All these things that I feel
Sleeping for so many years,
Suppressed by all my darkest fears
Finally I have been woken,
To all the glorious words that He has spoken
I have been touched by...

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woke up to the morning chirping
which became chirpings
that opened  my eyelids  erasing my dream.

they had been perching on a limb
just before the sun had raised its shade
settling in before their  choir rehearsal.

Bringing to may attention it was a new day
that needs a...

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As the earth dances in a stately minuet about its celestial lover      
Bringing forth in its progression a season of rebirth and colour

Conferring on the land and air an anticipation of sweet romance
Dawn lights the clear blue sky as...

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Written in tribute to William Wordsworths 'Daffodils'

Earth’s mantle slowly turns from white to green
As born of winter’s womb new life begins
Shoots grow, restoring colours to the scene
To herald Mother Earth’s awakening,
Who on arising casts off winter’s throw
Enlivened by the warmth of the sun’s first glow

Her...

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“NEW AWAKENINGS!”

Hummingbird soar with your tiny might
Great red fuchsias  are at bloom again
Red purity so beguiling a call so bright
Brings you forth to carry your aim
To help propagate new life next spring
Nature's awakening call will always 'ring'
….©didee Verse
 
Diane M Quinlan
Artist & Poet...

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a life not yet focused
only the hunger for sweets
and new experience are clear 
yet every waking morning
this little nose sniffs out
all that is good in the world
a world that wants nothing more
than the sweet for this child
who rests their heart
at the steps of a neighbor
with...

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How long was I asleep like a proud bug
deep in her nest? All of my life was ease
and wealth until I became a bit smug—
and all about was hunger, dearth, and disease! 
So cozy was life that I was content,
snug, self-assured, sure, and self-satisfied
without awareness...

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So wake again.
Not as the one you were,
But as the one who has always been.
Between the lines,
In the quiet,
Where the soldier sleeps,
And the world remembers what it has forgotten.

For here, in the space of your breath,
You are neither bound by time nor place.
The past unravels...

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A time for awakenings
And stirrings
Spring cleaning
Of the internal kind

New resolutions for days
When the sun shines upon us
Getting rid of the cobwebs

Away with hibernating tendencies
Go play outdoors
Take in some sun
Breathe in outdoor air

Dust the bikes
Go for strolls
Plan mini excursions
Line up some adventures

Get ready   get...

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Promises of the spring's sweet pleasures
                                 arrive with the first soft breezes.
 ...

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awakenings
daffodils, forsythia....
earth almost hugs sun ...

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beyond blue mountains
deep gold horizon sunrise
a peach rose unfurls

suddenly so green
and baby jays are singing
blindsided by spring

rise up at pink dawn
the early bird is crowing
miles before moonlight

sweet kindergarten
where minds begin to wander
here there everywhere...

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Red rooster is crowing, perched on a split rail fence,
In the bloom of a rosy dawn, when all nature is tense.
In the chocolate colored trees, of the emerald leaves,
Baby bluebirds are cheeping, to the spicy warm breeze.
The flowers bob and curtsey, with many colorful cheers,
In...

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I
Sleep and Infinity, Sleep & Resurrection
Thank You Father, Son Jesus, Spirit:
You did not owe me this day ...

II
When I awake. I remember gratitude
As slowly I gather the Past -
Thoughts, recycled emotions, that's ME
I HAVE CHOICES ... Redo addictions 
Coffee (or worse, for the needy); Prayer
Is...

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