Best Diurnal Poems
The warm spring rain still falls on the cherry trees,
pelting on the sodden and drooping *lavender lilies...
forming a small lake, where playful robins
bathe and fend off the thrusting, thirsty shrikes.
Soon children will come out and act dippy...
chased by wild puppies and mousy kitties
fighting over their stuffed, torn bears;
oh, there goes my peace and *tranquility!
The *fragrant lilacs are in dire need of growth and color,
lately they haven't soaked up enough sun and raindrops:
tingeing them, allowing them to revel in their *splendor;
never denying lovers the *dulcet tones of their voices.
The tranquil skies conjure up a past *bliss,
can a poet's unrhymed words, emitted in a *whisper, go on *lilting?
He will delightfully inhale the strong perfume of the breeze *wafting!
And will he create verses with *eloquence?
Entered in Andrea Dietrich's contest,
Word Warrior Challenge: Beautiful Words
The
value
of beauty,
enhancing my
life-
in
picture
and poems,
and love from my
wife-
in
comments
and postings
from friends on this
site-
each
daily
dalliance-
enhancing my
life
These images afore my slumbering eyes,
the whimsical, nonsense scenes
quickly morph into the
two headed demon
that hastens the pulse
and terrorizes the soul.
Even when awake,
I cannot shake
the panic instilled.
So I lay awake
counting the stars
in my head.
This is a poem of a little bit of insight.
You can call it a step or a guide to follow your own light.
Nocturnal vs Diurnal are opposites in facts.
But do you know which one you need to enact?
Humans can represent both that much is true.
But do you know how to follow the universe for the right clues?
The sun warms our seas & provides life-giving light.
Help providing food and trees, that illuminate and make the days so bright.
The moon is seen at its brightest at night.
And has created pathways for humans for thousands of years with certain starlight.
Though both are opposites, they are one in the same.
For one without the other and our world would never be the same.
Moral of the story is humans come from the same life of stream.
But as we age and grow older, we are meant to be guided by our own light & dream.
Though our dreams are not identical.
And our paths may be a little skeptical.
If followed all the way, it will leave our hearts feeling plentiful.
And our minds being fulfilled & poetical.
So if someone is trying to deteroriate you on your path.
Just remember this poem and remember to do the math.
For we share different dreams but our hearts beat as one.
Like the moon and the sun, when life on this planet was created & just begun.
A-nother new day
H-as broken after the night,
L-etting the sun rise.
Form: Acrostic Haiku
A stretched out string of human rights espoused
By the nations league some eight decades back,
A wide river of censure has aroused
From rational minds, who brains do not lack.
The words “all men are born free” across lands
And are “equal in dignity and rights”,
Inscribed in shining scripts in books so grand,
Have across time suffered a frightful plight.
Diverse flags flutter at shrines of men’s rights
But more to please and to wheedle the eyes:
Freedoms won long ago through sweat and fight
Seem to have shrivelled in the silent sky.
When wardens of peace are fenced in a ring,
When deprived children with hollow eyes cry,
When pangs of hunger sting and sirens sing,
Pursuit of peace turns to hard whispered lies.
The media recounts diurnal bleeds,
Cruel bombs that wreck and victims that fall,
Borders that are crossed and desperate needs
That on households in sheltered tents befall.
In forums peace is preached with perfumed plea,
Treaties signed amidst blare and blooming grace,
Then weapons of death are traded with spree
As seeds of hatred sprout in time and space.
Perhaps goals of peace and rights were too high,
Perhaps human heart is not ever pure,
As a crystal clear lake eyeing the sky,
To conquer hate, affection to ensure.
Loads of failures that loom, shadows that creep,
Sow the seeds for sane, sensible worry,
Yet despite stark setbacks, time isn`t to sleep,
But pursue peace and build a world that`s free.
Time is to speak the truth, to lend a hand,
To see the worth shining in every soul,
To build a benign bridge across the land
And strive to pursue peace to make us whole.