Best Day And Night Poems
Remnants owlish wisdom wafts through nighttime’s purple sky.
Fox settles down with her kits, against a nurturing oak stump.
Meadow and forest perform their nightly slumbering rituals.
Vigilant deer mama is resting in a bed of fescue next to her fawn.
Fireflies blink sheer happiness, laughing in Morse code.
Owl’s successive tri hoots are followed by coyote’s excited yips.
Forest and meadow slowly close their eyes, under the bright stars.
The day relinquishes her responsibilities to night, gladly.
It is a magical time when day and night greet each other, happily.
A long time ago when I was a little girl
I heard a story told by my family about
a Cherokee tribe who once believed it
would be better if there never was night.
The great creator heard their mournful plea
and took away the night and now day time
it would forever be. Soon the heat took its
toll and plants from the heat did not want to
grow.
Once again the tribe asked for relief but this time
of the light and spoke out loud to the creator for it
to be always night.
Darkness came upon them and still plants would
not grow. Warmth had disappeared and it was
always cold. Never a warm sunrise to meet and
little by little, nothing left to eat.
Once again the tribe spoke to the creator and asked
for the day and the night to be as it should. The weather
became more pleasant and gardens started to grow. Hunting
was good so there was always food to show.
The tribe thanked the creator for making every thing good
and they forever lived in gratitude for the blessings of this world.
I heard those who passed away during these times of change
the creator placed their souls in a new creation called
the cedar tree. They are now protectors of this tribal family.
So if ever in the forest and you smell a cedar near, know your in
the presence of those who lived long ago here.
The loss of perfection is hard to comprehend until it no longer
brings to one a fruitful end.
Now do I believe that this story is true? Well they say a piece of cedar
tree holds powerful medicine for protection. I still have a small piece
I have carried since I was 11.
From the sublime blue
He, having done his work
Tired and sweating
Sank into the west sea
To have a lave
At the gong of six.
It began to darken
Without the presence of him.
And people and animals
Hurried to their homes.
With darkness filled
And mist hung
It was stilly
With no motion.
Then after a movement in the clouds
It began to lighten
As there came the keeper;
Keeper of night.
She was round then,
And she shone bright
Which made the owls
Hoot with delight.
And I, from my window-sill
Kept still in wonder.
As the sun sinks behind another day,
the veil of night will have her say.
The moon shines bright on a shimmering lake,
a nocturnal kingdom will soon awake.
The wise old owl speaks his words,
while sounds of darkness are all that's heard.
Truth hides in shadows where starlight shines,
colors are lost to a world that's blind.
Dew blankets the ground as fog fills the air,
the pathway you know is now a snare.
The wind turns cold in hours so deep,
dreams dance in the minds of those who sleep.
When sunlight breaks the night creeps away,
a morning brings hope of a brand new day.
12/11/18
You are day and night to me—
Much more,
My before
And yet to manifest
Within You I circulate
While beyond You
Still more of You
I seek to elevate—
The vine of my spirit
Reaching up, and then
Further,
Each leaf of me suspended
The craving
Is light—
I am in balance…
Elevating for illumination
All of me
Grasping and lifting,
Following transparency
Of new veins
And meridians,
Seeking mastery
While saturated
With love....
Sunrise
glorious, radiant
renewing, awaking, warming
coffee, work; champagne, leisure,
relaxing, ending, calming
serene, tranquil
Sunset
Like an impetuous dash of time
Everyone are frenziedly falling in line
As we all eagerly await at the carpeted floor
The arrival of our charming celebrity in allure.
Gents got pretty roses… white, yellow, blue and red
Eager to see the majestic beauty -- so great!
We, ladies make a toast with the best champagne
Cheering and wishing while her confetti rain
Today, we’ll spend the whole day and night
Dancing and singing with great delight
With towering cakes, colorful sweets and big balloons
Best orchestra on stage now play in boon
I sing first in solo for my dearest friend,
Wishing her all the happiness which never end
May all the desires of her heart be fulfilled
And her birthday wishes and dreams be achieved
Today, we’ll spend the whole day and night
Dancing and singing with great delight
With towering cakes, colorful sweets and big balloons
Best orchestra on stage now play in boon
I play the sweetest melody on my piano
And everyone jigs and sings for her, too
I recited sweetly my dedication poem
As we give our loving hugs, kisses and roses in bloom.
©2015Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
October 6, 2015 8.25pm
Why do we delve in school all day and night?
Sunrise and set, both see egos engrossed
In education used by us to boast
And overtake, regardless of how slight.
Our Grade Point Average must define our worth!
Exams, essays, homework; praise them wholly!
Our university’s prestige decrees
Whether or not we each deserve our birth.
A battle fought with cap guns, noisy toys;
The animals, stuffed full with bulging fluff
Dress up, our feet are touched by dad’s shirt cuffs;
These games are played by infant girls and boys.
How easily high intellect astounds
The geniuses with brains of Play Dough mounds!
sunrises sunsets
are glorious out at sea
and nights full of stars
He blends into a background of soft blue
as all the world their pastimes they pursue
and daytime lingers in its hazy hue.
By day he seems quite shy - an ordinary guy,
a bit like you and I - just trying to get by.
But as the daylight fades to darkest night
his face lights up with aura shining bright
that dims the twinkling stars within his sight.
For as the stars arrive - a swagger comes alive;
his presence seems to thrive - in wondrous overdrive.
By day the moon is such a modest view,
against soft blue unnoticed to the eye,
but in the dark the moon will find his might
for in the ebon sky his strengths derive.
June 12, 2023
I dream in cover of night
Yet, often times I dream by the light of day
You come in darkness and light
Guiding the steps of the way
To a place where we two are free and will stay
I live the day to dream the night
As I dream the night to live the day
I work the day to rest the night
As I rest the night to work the day
I pay the day to gain the night
As I gain the night to pay the day
I give the day to earn the night
As I earn the night to give the day
Life is all about time
As time is all about day and night...
(c) 2011
Day and night the smell of hope
Day the free walking spirit yet night the sad incentive secret of sleeping
Night the wondering of evil yet smile because the moon is bright
The reflector of day yet night in it
Night the thought of sleepless thoughts
And day the massive courage of light, love and encouragement; spirit
Day the spring of smelling freshness and life
Than night the resting peace but though the mind is troubled by darkness
The ending of everything
Day and night the mother of light and darkness; with pushing and believing in tomorrow
The start of life and smiling for a better outcome
Day and night; day and night
The challenging mind, walking and moving journey
The sad embarrassing and stumbling operation of true feeling of life
And yet night the lifting of thoughts
Day and night
Day and night; day and night
The light and darkness free spirit yet so sleepless; encouragement
Of hope, faith, laughter and survival in it; day and night
Day and night
Between the blue sprawl of day
And the expired light of night,
A seductive winding-down
by a sky no longer drawn tight.
Clouds wisp across a molten orb
Like fingers over an amber eye,
Steal sapphire from the sea,
Leave a long spill of golden dye.
The beach sips lapping water
Lacquered in gray and white,
Shows a slick of sand glowing,
paved with dusk’s lamplight.
Sun-shrilled colors muted
by the moon’s proximity,
Voices join a murmuring tide,
Floating snippets of clarity.
At water’s edge, two people
Gazing out, front-lit, backs black,
Moving to a spacious rhythm
hidden in the waning sun’s slack.
Scattered notes drift unhurried
from a guitar strummed unseen.
Or is it music only I hear?
Ah, yes, so it would seem.
Light from a hot sun
Beams down upon our blue world
Another day has come
The moon shining down
Whirling around our planet
Night shows it beauty