Best Daylong Poems

Where conifers gaily waltz tempos evergreen
Unspoiled by human deeds, pure, and pristine,
Eagles soar there, spanning freedom wings 
And trees gently whisper to rhythmic bird trills
Echoing grey owls, blue jays, robins, crossbills,
Hopping, jumping, circling, frolicking in breeze
Reveling with hatchlings, feeding on berries
As sun rays filtering-in on...

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*Image of Indiana History by Giphy.
Autumn Awakes

Rustling ochre, crimson leaves all daylong,
A coolness settles, shorter days advanced,
Easterlies, westerlies, tradewinds strong,

Southward birds fly, so parts summer birdsong,
Mid leaves lay spiked beech, acorn--care enhanced,
Rustling ochre, crimson leaves all daylong,

Sweetness in brambles flourished berries throng,
Black, elder, wild rasp--touched...

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Like a bird
I want to croon daylong
wing off the cage to where I belong.

Like a reed 
I want to sigh my wind
pipe my heart artfully to no end.

Like a song
I want to voice my inner harmony
as mind and soul merge in beauty.

Like ripples
I want to...

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Being bathed by sunshine showers
Is a vast array of wildflowers.
Swaying in time to a summer song
This field of color is a dancing throng.

They shimmy in the daytime heat
And move as one to a breezy beat.
Their petals are poised for celebration
And send out a perfumed invitation.

Bees...

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Amidst plenty we grope like scavengers
Like orphans with no descent
Like clothe sellers wearing rags
Or meat vendors feasting only on bones

Had I no inheritance or birthright?
Had I only crumbs off the master’s table
Or no returns for my daylong drudgery?

But mother said we were rich
Her breasts alone...

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Sebun Nihonjin Okoku no Senso (War of the Seven Japanese Kingdoms):

Sebun utukushi okoku wa, senso o sengen shimasu (Seven Beautiful Kingdoms Declare War), Heishi no su sen-ri ga senjo ni ran’nyu shimasu (Thousands of soldiers storm onto the battlefield), 7 Shido-sha-tachi wa, kareka no buki...

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I never want to stay away from looking at your eyes
A strong feeling that I left a piece of my sky, there.
It has a vast moment of floating clouds passing by 
Golden rays of the glowing sun gently touch prayer.

I never want to miss from...

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in this red evening 
needle entered to the vein
someone missed daylong...

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Harvesting Festival 
And thank giving celebration
Predominantly for farmers but all
People of Tamilnadu despite their religions, celebrate the
Year harvest festival when the sun starts its journey towards north horizon

The first day is celebrated as bogi in
Honor of Lord Indra and people burn old and unwanted things
And...

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Our love is like a rambling vine,
It grows, it climbs, it intertwines 

Long and strong, a melodious song
Gingerly playing all daylong

Our love is like a rambling vine,
It grows, it climbs, it intertwines

Joined by God and not by man
On good soil, not sinking sand

Our love is...

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The druids, its believed, held hands in prayer, facing the East
beat drums, blew horns to welcome the Summer Solstice daylong feast

Their sonorous chants, the horns and drums grew louder
as sun appeared at the horizon and steadily climbed higher.

The witches and warlocks, it’s said, danced around...

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Here we are
come ~ bring it
in the morning
at noon
and in the evening
and if time permits you
and your legs could walk you
in the small hours of the night
like one, or two, or three

Here is our dwell
the comforts of all daylong
the market that markets us to feed
Here...

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LIVE LIFE KINGSIZE

Life isn’t long
So sing sweet song
For bliss lifelong…
Limit your wrong
Strike the right gong
Have faith all along
Don’t be headstrong
Let peace and love prolong
When plenty problems throng
Stay brave and strong
With everyone, try to get along
Smile share and care all daylong…
Life then gifts to you a...

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Upon leaves of gold, orange and brunette,
I lay with backpack as my pillow asset.
As air touches me, smooth as any duvet,
cascading songs sing from a drowsy sunset:

Mountain sleep-persuasion strong
sways treetops in cradlesong.
Lay down contents of your daylong -
wake the morn to sweet birdsong.

Rest in mountain’s...

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Oh "the silent song of the sighing breeze"_
and melody of the birds chirping song,
the gentle swaying of the forest's trees;
sounds that mingle and twine  . . .  the whole daylong !

I come upon some wildflowers growing,
fragile blooms in yellow, purple and blue;
all...

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