Best Daylights Poems
October sky, the 1st we celebrate, a seasons heart yearned treasured moment,
Sun rises, new beginnings, Enlightens nature, we seek atonement.
Dawn lights an autumn’s crisp chill, christening fallen leaves of tomorrow,
Decorated front porch memories, earthly heritage, smothered sorrow.
Passes monsoons, thirst quenched foliage, brought on dust storms, summer’s breeze.
Colors dancing, enchanting harvest, Orange golden glows, on resting trees,
Cinnamon sneaks by steaming cider, mulls a spiced aroma essence,
Caramel apple, child’s smile, escapes harvest reminisce.
A wonder inspired walk, a gentle kick to wisp away,
Tree’s blessings, fallen life, decorated memories of yesterday.
Crisp leaves falling, sprinkled mist, dripping dew drops land by chance,
Hearts pitter pattered warmth speaks, provoking sudden dance.
Fawns brook side, a mother’s love, protectant father thru seasons dressing,
Such beauty grace lingers freely, coins free, bestows natures blessing.
Falls door opens, touched hearts so deeply, awakened sober love outpours,
God’s mystique he created goodness, for all of us he adores.
Daylights autumn beauty, followed by nightfall’s tucked in kiss,
A glowing lullaby, we’re put to bed; our harvests moon we’ve greatly missed.
"Butterfly Lust"
Oh sweet and tender butterfly,
how colorful your dance
centered in Earth's naked sky.
Beneath daylights over-cast,
I'm your audience laying about
the green purified grass.
Come sweet and tender butterfly,
land low to the reach of thy lips
with your wings spread wide.
Three yards and a cloud of dust,
I dissect all your desires
borne from the outset of lust.
Oh sweet and tender butterfly,
how colorful our dance
now centered in Earth's naked sky.
Pace, G
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11-1-19
Golden enchanting warm beautiful magic
falling behind mountains spell binding
A setting sun bows down relinquishing her throne
paints glowing amber clouds faraway in a distant horizon dreams
She smiled while whispering the few very freeing words
while she ran deeper into her bright future
Darkening skies breathing daylights lastly sighs
her last breath glistening gold dancing with the shadows
rippling waves call out inside one thousand echoes
Darkness slowly swallowing light silk satin ebony
The little lights knew it couldn't last
because evil drifts in
as the shadows of the past
Making way for the stars winking silver
Rocked gently side to side on a smiling moon
an eclipsing marriage
when the sun kisses the moon
golden silvery beautiful
This is how we are going to be;
so holy, magic and so great
we carry experience
with the soul and heart to create
A co write written by Liam Mcdaid and
Anne-Lise Andresen :) - 02.01.2015 -
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
I love how your long chestnut hair flows over your gentle shoulders,
And when the sun searches you out for a moment, your hair sparkles…
Because I lit a match and threw it into that rat infested hair ball that you
Waste all your time on. Next up is your head which I’m going to rip…
Don’t listen to him. I’m mesmerized by your deep blue eyes, when they lovingly
Gaze In my direction. I will never make you shed a tear, my dear…
But I’m going to kick you about this filthy house. It looks like all you’ve
Done all day is piss in the wind. And stop your crying; your baggy eyes are…
Ignore him, my love. Your soft, gentle touch upon my face arouses my senses to new Heights. All my cares wash away as your aquiline hand slowly glides along my arm…
What the hell does he know? If you don’t get your boney hand off me, I’m going to break it In half. And the next time I catch you trying to be nice I’m going to throw you out with…
Stop that, Hyde. Sorry, my love, but as I was saying, your body is a masterpiece sculpted out of the finest treasures. I’m in awe of its supple curves, how it flinches to the touch…
Oh, shut up Doc, you’re killing me. And speaking of killing, I feel like pummeling
The living daylights out of your emaciated, piece of good for nothing…
Please be mine baby, before I’m lost forever to…
I’m in charge, so get over here and take it like…
I’m fading, my love. Hurry, say you’ll be mine. Save us.
I’m going to tear you apart. You’re no baby, you’re a…
Save me, before the monster wins…
Too late, Dr., she will be all mine soon…
Just a kiss, my dear. Just a…
‘Slap’, take that b****...
One kiss. Now! -The Dr. and his lover kiss- Thank you, my love. Let that vile
Monster rest in peace, so that we will be left in peace from it for evermore.
I watched it as it was born in the drenching rains of spring,
Cool condensation drops left over from winter's cold,
As it grew and grew and finally pedaled
Into a white, but, quite young rose.
As a child of youth, it swayed in spring and summer
Breezes, winds and gales, heat and cold,
Its petals enlarged and its fragrance became
A daily delight to inhale whenever bumble bees had gone.
Maturing, it grew beautifully, along with its siblings,
Arrayed upon so many branches of its home, the rose bush tree,
And provided me a diversion by its beauty from my daily
Worries and concerns - and life's hustles and bustles.
But alas, summer could not sustain itself beyond its appointed time
And began fading into fall, that time of red, yellow, brown and golden leaves,
Browning and dying tall grasses, shortening daylights and cooling evenings,
Deep into this Indian summer, onward towards winter’s cold and snows.
It gradually lost a pedal here, a pedal there, a pedal every other day
And finally had but one white pedal left which I watched fall floatingly
Down upon browned and yellowed grasses dying, leaving but its sprig
Upon its home rose tree branch in September breezes.
It had lived. It was bloomed and went through its cycle of days and months,
Sunrises, sunsets, moon sets and moon rises of silver shines,
Folks admiring its beauty and inhaling its stirring fragrances, as I had done,
And in its time succumbed to natures laws of life and death.
If it did nothing else, such as make a great discovery, climb Mt. Everest,
Win Olympic gold medals, become pope in the Vatican, it did a greater thing
In reminding me life is short; we must enjoy it now – it will be gone tomorrow
- This last white rose of summer.
W.C.Hull © 2020-23-9-772 (D)
Golden enchanting warm beautiful magic
falling behind mountains spell binding
A setting sun bows down relinquishing her throne
paints glowing amber clouds faraway in a distant horizon dreams
She smiled while whispering the few very freeing words
while she ran deeper into her bright future
Darkening skies breathing daylights lastly sighs
her last breath glistening gold dancing with the shadows
rippling waves call out inside one thousand echoes
Darkness slowly swallowing light silk satin ebony
The little lights knew it couldn't last
because evil drifts in
as the shadows of the past
Making way for the stars winking silver
Rocked gently side to side on a smiling moon
an eclipsing marriage when the sun kisses the moon
golden silvery beautiful
This is how we are going to be
so holy, magic and so great
we carry experience
with the soul and heart to create
A co write written by Liam Mcdaid and Anne-Lise Andresen
As if to bless with daylights warm embrace
You come to me, my love, in hallowed grace
This softness held as purest pleasures speak
Tis of such treasured grail my heart doth seek
Brushed by strokes of love, one's eyes dare behold
Of palette's mingled dreams pray hopes lay told
To rise in hues that must truly speak of thee
From such artist's gifts, desire wouldst surely see
This thirst will not be quenched absent your taste
Nor for less this moment misspend or waste
With willing arms hold close so true this heart
Yet less one soul should bade us ere to part
Take this my love in tribute due
No more than that I ask of you
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Airborne amongst the clouds.
Looking down on lands expanse.
Dreamlike swirls in foggy haze.
Mountain peaks rise fearlessly from surface...
Not intimidated by their height...
frigid spikes in awe of your weightless station...
...you are flying.
Movements absent of effort... sliding through airy elements with...
... just a thought.
Just a nod and then you're there, when you were just here.
Landscapes calling below... you laugh joyful...
Condemning grounds faulty gravity for crippling holds...
...in your waking hours.
Shallow elevation, mans craft at sights focus...
As you drift graciously through their skies.
Wondering of sleeping spirits cuddled below...
Do they know?
Can they feel the breezy wafts of air you leave behind?
Sun rising, painting rosy colors mixed with reds and blues...
Stark relationships with mountains darkened shadows...
Glory of Gods showmanship at your visions quest.
Moving swiftly, feeling wake upon you,
So much to know, to see, to feel. You hurry further...
...ignoring consciousness' tugging call.
Frozen breezes numb your cheeks, arms extended for winds embrace...
Pulling back to earthly vessel,
Your soul comforts into place...
...yet mind not wishing to leave its lofty travels...
reluctant, slow to waken body's senses.
You think upon the wondrous time,
You lifted soul into heavens graces,
And left your chains behind, inside that shell...
'Til daylights demand recalled,
Your spirit to its place.
And you wait anxiously for evenings call,
So another journey might begin...
But time dims hopeful dreams of flight...
And you soon forget the windy whispers,
That held you in their grasp.
But for a night and early morn...
You flew.
And Spirit held you in its soft, gentle...
Loving embrace.
I am attempting to be sure to exercise patience...
In my former hell I was writing, reading, smoking, pleading, meditating, and waiting
I manifested the move- I worked for it.
Then boom! I get here, I'm working immediately, I am thinking things will just come to me but I begin getting exhausted.
Then Boom! I realize the real work has just begun.
I am not motivated- you can't bet on motivation- it comes and goes.
I am exhausted though. I was given sleeping pills/Anti-depressants. Now I am exhausted lol. The most tired Ive been in a long time.
I don't even feel like getting up to fix me some food so you know I am exhausted.
BUT GOD!
One day this will all make sense. God said this is the year of Recompense!
We all will make it. Some way, Some how. We all will make it-if we so choose to strive for Righteousness...
When you're in hell you're so confused and working so hard to get out. Little do you realize once you're out is when the real work has begun. Remember Job in the Bible...Joseph...? They never mention how exhausted they were when God put them back in position... Well, let me head to this kitchen.
Daylights savings. God is greater than this world. Some souls cannot be saved.
Grateful mine can.
Talk to you soon xx Gu
Once upon a time, Prunella
dwelt amid a magic wood
a dainty pixie most rare
whose temperament wasn't good
Last one of her purple line
in that dreary, dreaded glen
where beasts ever feared to tread
and mankind had never been
For purple pixies were known
to be devilishly mean
they'd terrified the kingdom
wherever they had been seen
So Prunella lived alone
and pouted, skulked and scowled
and dark nights when coyotes called
she piteously howled
Until one day she found them
some children lost in the wood
and scared the daylights from them
just because she knew she could
The children fawned and pleaded
to appease her rotten mood
this only made her madder
so she copped more attitude
But she'd miscalculated
when she made the last one mad
and felt the ammunition
from that slingshot-wielding cad
Wee bits of sweets kept flying
so like pebbles at her wings
until he ran out of those
then he chucked most anything
Around the wood she darted
avoiding him at some length
until at last she gave out
having used up all her strength
He plucked her from where she fell
and plopped her into a jar
then she began to bargain
as the village wasn't far
But Fred, both shrewd and clever
vowed to keep her locked up tight
'til they all were safely home
and ev'rything was made right...
So she charmed the fireflies out
to show them all safely home
bossily shouting orders
from within the jars glass dome
But once they were safely back
the boy quickly changed his mind
decided to keep Ol' Prune'
(as pixies were hard to find)
And 'though she was mad as hell
and her wings pulsed fiery red
she couldn't help but admire
this precocious, wily Fred
'Though he never let her loose
they became the best of friends
laughing with glee as they kept
his parents at their wits-ends
“What's with these wild ideas?”
They would grouse, and groan, and moan
unknowing those mischief-plans
were a pixie's- not his own!
For darkness does not flee before the light
It soothes the ruffled edges of dusks need
Opens slowly the buds of sleeping stars
Oh, darkness you have shielded me in dreams
Allowed a hardened soul a softened sight
A glimpse within the shadows of day’s light
I’ve rested in the stillness of your soul
Saw more clearly then the essence of the whole
The Zen of hunting fox, of fearful vole
For dusk is but your lover’s call to me
To slip from daylights chaos and be still
For dawn will soon dispel our reverie
I am
I am the mad dog your in my wicked fangs,
things are getting dark,and I'm feeling kinda strange
strange enough for me ,am I strange enough for you?
your stuck in my fangs and my fangs they are few .
I am the wickedness ,I am in full bloom.
I have started howling , but you've been barking at the moon .
Things are so freaky, I start to scare myself ,
when I look in the mirror I think I'm somthing else.
I don't know if I'm crazy or if I'm tottaly wack,
I don't know if the daylights dark or if the night is black,
So I'll just be a freakin'.untill this life is done,
I am not the chosen, I am not the one .
So when your mind gets rearranged and your feeling
kinda strange,Don't blame yourself
you can just blame me ,I am your sickness
And your destany............
James......................................
The Death ………” Azrael”
I am afraid of Death until he is here.
Then I will go with him without any fear.
He will be my friend; he will take me home.
The home that might be far but also is near.
He will show me divine secrets of all joy.
The joy that is sweet and always sincere.
He will see me without all my bitter pain,
The pains of this living, with death, disappear.
Trust, I do have on my beloved friend.
He will love me for good and hold me so dear.
His eyes are like the doorway to the most high,
He whispers God’s message and plays in my ear.
Listen, “Haloo” your daylights are fading fast.
The night will be the long one and is unclear.
3/28/2017 Haloo
* I named the painting " Death." It is acrylic on canvas.
Goodbye, Nancy...
The Rainbow.
It must have spanned a quarter of a mile from
ground level end to end, a quarter mile
high in the sky.
I saw some children coming from their cars and
I said look there’s a rainbow. They did not seem
to dare nor to care nor understand
The shopping mall is new, the children are too
I wondered about both to big to
numb to rainbow.
I sat in my car, rain began to fall, the rainbow
in the sky began to fuse at one end to become
one with the sky.
The other end seemed brighter for a time
I figured it was time to leave. I drove
closer to home.
The people in their cars staring only at the line
of standing car in front of them. I wanted to shout
there’s a Rainbow!
But questioned why bother, it’s dying but not
As dead before it’s time as those who did not
wish to Rainbow.
Thoughts came of yesterdays and what of the
Tomorrows the children will they see as I
it’s rainbows of life.
Tears did come, so pretty was the rainbow.
Other thoughts came. It’s better to
think not of tomorrows.
Nor the many yesterdays, think only of today
and what a beautiful life to behold
any of it’s rainbows.
I know well of the pot gold at the end of
life’s rainbow. It shines brighter to a heavenly
light on into daylights bright.
.
We lived in a home near
the edge of the woods.
Old wooden floors would
creak with every step.
One night when I was
home alone with only our
German Sheppard dog,
Shep, to keep me company,
The boogeyman came calling.
He was dressed all in black
with a hood covering his head.
I had already retired to bed.
I lay there awake in the dark
Thinking of a myriad of things
I needed to attend to next day,
As I flipped over from left to right
I saw that boogeyman leaning
In close, right over my face.
I am ashamed to admit that I
Screamed like a little child, then
Quickly drew covers over my head.
Now Shep didn't bark, which I
Found really quite strange, and
I lay there very still barely breathing.
I listened to hear steps on the floor,
But the house was quite still.
After about fifteen minutes I got
Brave enough to slowly uncover.
The boogeyman had vanished
Without a sound or evidence left.
He scared the daylights out of me!
I called Shep over and made him
Sleep with me, holding onto his
Paw when he tried to creep away.
The boogeyman never returned,
But I never forgot his chilling visit.
May 27, 2016
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