Best Break Of The Day Poems
To me, yea, Iris is invisible,
The scent of yours all pervading,
Behold your face all-rich,
When I close my eyes.
Wordsworth's daffodils to me,
Membrane of the eyes,
That gives light to me,
Light that misleads the morn.
You are the genus iris,
With sword-shaped leaves,
Showy colored flowers,
Displaying rainbow colors
Your eyes green and deep,
Deeper than the depth,
Stilled waters at even,
Those eyes break of the day.
I see a heart full of love,
With the gentleness of a dove,
Feel in her eyes March,
September in her heart.
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Fourth Place Win
Contest: Convert a song into lyric by Giorgio V.
*This is the revision of my Poem entitled "Break of the Day" posted on this site in 2005 based on Elton John's Amoreena. Actually it was dedicated to a Denmark Beauty.
**The fleur-de-lis is a stylized lily (in French, fleur means flower, and lis means lily) or
iris
To me, yea, Iris is like bleu
The scent of yours all imbued
Behold your face all-rich,
When I close my eyes bewitched
Wordsworth's daffodils to me,
Membrane of the eyes of glee,
That gives light to me in turn,
Light that misleads the morn.
You are the genus iris,
With sword-shaped leaves,
Showy colored flowers,
Displaying rainbow colors.
Your eyes green and deep,
Deeper than the depth,
Stilled waters at even,
Eyes, break of the day, enliven.
I see a heart full of love,
With the gentleness of a dove.
Feel, in her eyes, March,
September in her heart.
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October 8, 2014 (A Repost)
Form: Rhyme
Dr. Ram Mehta
Contest: The sweetest touches of verse by Gautami Phookan
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August 31, 2014
Form: Rhyme (Song)
Third Place win
Contest: Song:Craig Cornish
To me, yea, Iris is invisible,
the scent of yours all pervading,
Behold your face all-rich,
When I close my eyes.
Wordsworth's daffodils to me,
Membrane of the eyes,
that gives light to me,
Light that misleads the morn.
You are the genus iris,
with sword-shaped leaves,
Showy coloured flowers,
displaying rainbow colours
Your eyes green and deep,
Deeper than the depth,
Stilled waters at even,
those eyes, break of the day.
I see a heart full of love,
with the gentleness of a dove,
Feel in her eyes March,
September in her heart.
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Seventh Place win in
Contest: My first (second) poem on the soup by P.D.
The Poem was posted on 16-6-2005, the day I joined the PS. The first being Sonnet
written in Optimist Park have been entered in the earlier contest. This is second poem
posted on the same day.
A fresh aroma of the winter roses bore upon
The break of the day light, the first ray hold upon
By the droplets beaded over the floral leaf
Mulled over by the sight so mimetic
The life glazed over the mist filled by the charismatic.
An ecstatic jubilation bided by the Christmas carol
The gala affair of the sunset, the last ray hold upon
By the beloved savored over the time cajole
Relived over by the chorus so balmy
The rendezvous solemnization blended by the carmine patty.
A warm welcome of the edging resolutions blessed upon
The solemnity of Mary, the first greet hold upon
By the wishes ordained over the coming élan
Pleased over by the time so worth
The time of the year met with the springtime growth.
Anew Sun brought upon the garden, bore upon
The green of the array, the first ray hold upon
By the moving moraine over the frost melted -
Drifted over by the season so pledged
The aroma suspired over the blue air, warmth blended.
Pooled by affections over the day choired by love, relived upon
Betrothals belonged forever, the first kiss hold upon
By the destiny manana over the time so limn -
Touched by the amity so dear
The warmth over the ardor met with sweetness so fair.
They held back for the bathe in the colour so motleyed, poured upon
The meme prevailed over decades across the east, the last ray hold upon
By the field blazed over the harvests so sear
Turned over by the air so brut
The time of the year met with the season so hot.
Note: Continued from Fragrance - II
My mind was just a hazy mess, and truth was far from me,
common logic grappled fear and reason ran like pee.
So alone,So far from home was not my hearts desire,
Tucked abreast in some side quest, deep within the fire.
To lay down before you what no man has taught you,
you saw the unthinkable truth
That here your alone nearly chilled to the bone
And your heart is a'pounding with grief,
Hessant foot fumbles as bumbling legs
swagger their way to the pass,
And looking there on it, you'll naught be beyond it,
And your mind will fall dead on the grass.
Sweat licks your brow as you thudder n shake
as you draw all your energy bay,
And sum all your courage in the last of defiance ,
To reach the sweet break of the day.
Looking down that winding road,and seeing only darkness,
But looking back that old dirt track, no going back regardless
My spirit hurts
At the arrive of the night
When you are away.
My spirit cries
When you are away,
Why don't you lay with me?
My heart aches
At the break of the day
When you are away
My heart breaks
Why don't you stay with me?
When you are away,
My body longs for you night and day.
Every ribs and veins crack disappointedly
Because you were away and long gone with hope.
My body shivers in the comfort of the noon
When you are away,
Why don't you caress my body?
My eyes weeps at the sight of loneliness
When you are away,
Why do you leave me alone?
What a pity flowers can utter no sound
A singing rose, a whispering violet around
What a rare miracle would it be if unbound!
And the rarest when my Iris comes around
Not alone but rounded by irises with scent
Of her all pervading round the table laid
Can behold her all-enriched face decent
You are my genus Iris, sharp-shaped maid
Showy colored displaying the rainbow color
Your mesmerizing eyes, green and deepened
Deeper than the depth like those stilled waters
Those eyes felt at break of the day enlivened.
Iris, welcome to the party with heart full of love
Let me feel your gentleness of a dove.
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July 7, 2014
Form: Contemporary sonnet
Fifth Place win
Contest: Garden Party
Pennilessness shadows black
unemployment endless track
rails tie-er less lee when dumbly staring
overdrawn account issues
another clattering smack.
Income pleat undergraduate degree
contributed to the role of a sporadic employee
time to acquire handy dandy blues clues key
lost within vacillating undermining spree.
Mental state can be a precarious widget-like thing
directly at the whim of financial sliding swing
self-destruction demonic ring
courtesy of pauperism
delivers the destructive poisoned scorpion sting.
Immortal force of please hear my cry
provide support while
under the sheltering sky
steady (just out of reach)
sought income bolster up high
mirage vision brings transient delight
to this great (former
Civil War Yankee) supreme guy.
If no breakthrough I do not foresee
charity not for profit (but only prophet) I will bee
and this blurb carved outside my cave-like hovel
many moons and break of the day find me
imploring existential vagaries this baby boomer
sans middle-aged man who hankers to be free
thus though aye to be a schnorrer
who scrounges parking lots for scattered change
yet...decries blubbering the beggar's credo
write out a check and mail to me.
Philanthropic persons
may rightfully balk and get irate
at such brazen plea to squelch
ma pecuniary financial state
yet where the crossroads of mine future
most likely crop up which
would cause far a tete a tete
meanwhile, stoicism bids me wait...
For Godot, Curly, Shemp, or Moe
the stand-in for a Stool Pigeon
or even an odd antagonist
or protagonist dreampt
by Edgar Allan Poe.
Cats Meow - A Haiku
light break of the day
a gray, hungry cat purring
whilst watching the bowl
idyllic noonday
a siamese, meow cat
betrayed by the pot
3/29/19
by James Edward Lee Sr ©2019
To me, yea, Iris is invisible,
the scent of yours all pervading.
Behold your face all-rich,
When I close my eyes.
Wordsworth's daffodils to me,
Membrane of the eyes,
that gives light to me,
Light that misleads the morn.
You are the genus iris,
with sword-shaped leaves,
Showy colored flowers,
displaying rainbow colors.
Your eyes green and deep,
Deeper than the depth,
Stilled waters at even,
those eyes, break of the day.
I see a heart full of love,
with the gentleness of a dove.
Feel in her eyes March,
September in her heart.
Dr. Ram Mehta
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Tenth place win in
The poem was written on June 29, 2010
Contest: Why Oh Why by The Rambling Poet, Constance
Autumn Silly Swimming Squirrel - A Haiku
chill break of the day
a young, silly squirrel swims
at the perfect fish
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who ever knew that
a squirrel could swim on top
of the waters so
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unfriendly cockcrow
a gray, silly squirrel swims
whilst watching the fish
11/25/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
While crossing barrens last December night
I saw a ghost in the scrubby growth of trees
He was standing a strawman and I was in fright
In the gibbous moon's diffident light.
The world was an obscuring haze clouding my reason
I padded along in muffled sound as if in a treason
The spooky shade had a little glitch as if to ***** my neglected pitch
In the lonely mist and stony haze I saw the winter season
I traversed the field and reached a pool
The ashgray fog was coming from the cool
I had to wait for the break of the day
To bask my edgy soul in the sun's first ray.
At the break of the day
Hearts begin their journey
Stranded like birds
Catching worms
And equally caught
Racing for their fate
On the legs of a big river
Flawing down their veins
But making way for drowning
Souls being flooded
And washed as well
To the end of the world
Rushed they go
On each other' s elbow they lean
Walking slantly
Deeply shaking inside
Looking at tomorrow's destiny
And falling faraway
Poem by/ Hassan Mohammad Alemrany
Egypt, Bani Omran
still break of the day
small damp village awakes
cold bunny still sleeps
January 7, 2020
Goodbye to the echoes of yesterday's past,
To the moments that slipped through my fingers so fast.
To the laughter, the sorrow, the silence, the song,
Each memory is a thread where my soul has belonged.
Goodbye to the faces, both cherished and dear,
To the eyes that have met mine through joy and through fear.
To the stranger's unseen, who have passed on their way,
With stories that will never be told, like the break of the day.
Goodbye to the shadows that clung to my soul,
To the burdens that anchored, to the wounds that took toll.
To the nights that have carried my secrets so deep,
And the mornings that woke me from beautiful sleep.
Goodbye to the judgment, the gossip, the scorn,
To the words that cut deep, to the hearts that were torn.
Yet still, I am softer, not hardened by spite,
For kindness is armor, a shield made of light.
Goodbye to the heartache, the battles I've braved,
To the tears I’ve surrendered, to the love I once gave.
I’m unshackling my spirit, releasing the pain,
Like the calm after storms, I'll grow whole once again.
So, hello to the unknown, the bright and the vast,
To whatever awaits when this moment has passed.
Be it angels or Reaper, with hands reaching out,
I’ll meet them with courage, my heart free of doubt.
Hello to beginnings that stir in the end,
To horizons that stretch and to paths that will bend.
For every goodbye brings a hello in disguise,
A sunrise that blooms where the sunset now lies.
I’m closing this chapter, my soul takes its flight,
With love in my heart, through the darkness, to light.
In the stillness, I’ll whisper, with my final breath,
Goodbye to this life, and hello… to what’s next.