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Springtime dawns


Springtime dawns Springtime dawns just beyond the screen door, across the porch Dew swept lawn, emerald weave shimmering moisture collecting foot prints strolling towards an arched entryway gingerbread trimmed, covered in jasmine alive with rainbow flutters, prismatic butterfly wings partaking of nature’s pure nectar Beneath it a flagstone walkway abstract stones assorted shapes and patterns meandering through lavender and hollyhock, daisies and tulips and upon it you and me hand in hand watching the sunrise wash the sky in floral hued quivers as we welcome another beautiful day of love Good morning Soupers


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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Open your eyes


Open your eyes

If I were there I would caress your heart
with the thread of a silken cocoon
Stitched now as one on the eve of the weary,
bound by the light of the moon
Careful to touch oh so soft as a feather,
gentle as butterfly tears
Keeping you close on the edge of the tomorrow,
shielding your soul from the fears

Dew drop beliefs on the lawn they are waiting,
prisms of lighthearted scenes
Dandelion clouds offer sweet pea protection,
dragonflies float in between
Watching as breezes of painted day whispers
on kite strings of warm summer fire 
Sing with the echoes, repeating their sonnet,
offering all you desire

Though all I have is a poet’s conviction,
spilled now in ink penned to share
Hoping on dreams you will rest in the sunrise,
find a few moments to spare
Taking the hand of this forgotten hero,
trusting in him ever true
Open your eyes for a new day is dawning,
written with love just for you

Good morning Soupers


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017




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Silent wind chimes


Silent wind chimes Rain still falls upon my shoulders, green leaves slow dance with crystal droplets to the enchanting melody of saturated skies singing, spider webs wear liquid diamonds, shimmering chandeliers swaying like silent wind chimes on the breeze and puddles act as mirrors where I see my smile as I head down a muddy path, leaving lonely footprints behind, walking towards the sunny day that is you Good morning Soupers


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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Marmalade skies


~Marmalade skies~ one spoon at a time they feed the morning horizon Soft offerings of color picked ripe from the vine ~Cantaloupe dreams~ a small slice of moon the dawn’s crescent smiles on me with a Cheshire grin cocked slightly to the side ~Plum pudding blankets~ suspended above life, moving slowly but coming of the day as alarms break the solitude nestled in down feather pillows ~Raspberry whispers~ singing the scent of the fresh sunrise dew on wishes coated in sparkling splendor and footprints beyond the gate ~Nectarine blessings~ sweet on my lips beneath an orchard arbor I hold you close to my morning and taste the bounty of your love Good morning Soupers


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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Magenta was the sky this morn


Magenta was the sky this morn Magenta was the sky this morn as I approached the day Ominous of clouded rose in petal’d full array Quietly it called to me in whispers on the wind A fragrance pure, so sweet its touch now falls upon my skin Engulfed in life’s serenity, so overwhelmed with fear A brush of fate in simple terms as if the end were near I stood to bare my feelings now a swirl in my mind In hopes of some off distant dream so soon would come to find Counting off the many tasks which brought me to this place The reasons that did hold the time my sequence now did waste Lost of any angered tears when captured on my brow To cry, if it has come to be, then let it find me now On my knees, the summer ground is warming to my touch With gathered hands to here my chest, this future I do clutch Loneliness companions me though still of wandered hope I pray that what will come before my soul shall bear to cope When suddenly a light appears, a magic in its sheen A softer glow, this lightened mist of heaven’s tangerine To touch upon the darkness in a spirit calling true In witness to the morning sun that feeds the skies of blue My heart beats now elated in a dance of utter bliss As memories of long ago, I find they do exist The rising sun to spill its charm in beacons shone above This warmth I feel, rekindled flame, aglow within your love The doubt did come of weakened state, a mind that was unclear A hollow moment filtered in through thoughts of you not near Alas the dreams of only one now obvious of two For on this day, the rising sun, brings me the love of you Good morning Soupers


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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Often I wonder, is it worth it


Often I wonder, is it worth it 

Opening my eyes to blurred red numbers each morning,
broken lines of early hour countings,
as gloomed darkness peers through streaked windows
and dusty mini blinds create silent wooden horizons

Groaning, upright now on the edge of the mattress…stretching,
rubbing my face to remove the remnants of last night,
shoving aside the warmth of my faded flannel blanket,
then finding a cold floor giggling at the touch of my naked feet 

I recall the dream, my last moments of sleep…weird…real feeling
Aerosmith, a souvenir stand in Wildwood and an iPad
Sketchy but still there (and I wish I were too)
Don’t ask….

I can hear my dogs grunting at the foot of bed
(Probably chasing raccoons in their heads)
What a life, eating, sleeping, no need for love (in that sense),
just a nice pat on the head every once in a while satisfies

Sometimes I guess that is all it takes, all we can hope for…
Still sitting here, yawning…thinking…
Why do I do this each day, every day, the same routine,
the deepest rut, like tire tracks in fresh mud, straight, never ending…

Then, as the tiniest glint of sunlight sifts the tenebrous room
I think of you…my happiness, my everyday purpose and it all becomes clear
Smiling now, I stand and greet this brand new beautiful day…wide awake
Often I wonder, is it worth it...and then I wonder why I wonder 

Good morning Soupers






 






Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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Never-ending


Never-ending I was having a dream… you were lying next to me soundly asleep in our soft bed, satin sheets and goose down pillows as the sun began to rise painting our room in shades of apricot and lilac I was holding you gently in my arms, feeling your heart beat, mesmerized by rhythmic breaths, gazing upon your enchanting face as dawn’s blushing glow illumined your beauty, and I fell in love all over again When you slowly woke, opening those dark November eyes, finding me watching you and smiled the most enchanting smile I had ever seen as I whispered “Good morning beautiful” And I didn’t want it to end but it did as I awoke, sensing the morning sunshine through closed eyelids and upon opening them found you staring at me with that springtime smile and when you whispered “Good morning handsome” I knew right then and there my dream would be never-ending Good morning Soupers


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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The Cowboy's Life

As the pastel moon rises across the midnight blue a lone wolf’s dark silhouette appears into view his boast is known from Cowboy to prairie dog fore this is the night chill that turns to morning fog the early dawn is thawed by a piping hot cup o’ Joe No time to waste, just a few days brings first snow Such is the Cowboy’s life on the cattle drive


Copyright © Warner Baxter | Year Posted 2014

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THE SWAINS

THE SWAINS Under cumulus clouds, grew cauliflowers. He planted them with love because I adorn them when they were harvested to the table of healthy man, my husband; sons; and brothers. All were vegetable farmers of California. We woman loved cooking for them. They say there never was a better meal than this one every time we cooked. That was each day of the yield. Spirits were high as hell. The profits were insurmountable. They increased each year. The sunshine brightly and this eased our fears. We became wealthy and retired well. Our children went off into the world. Both sons became Attorneys of Law. _____________________________| Penned on October 30, 2014!


Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

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Kiss Me Good Morning

Her faint voice quietly sings a cheerful love song mixed in with the tapping sounds of the falling water from inside the clear glass shower The morning light illuminates the room and I can see her reflection in the half-steamed bathroom mirror A gorgeous sight happiness radiating off her cheeks and a smile you could die for Quietly I sneak downstairs and start breakfast nice plump honey browned sausage links a couple of poached eggs finely cut hash brown potatoes garnished with some fresh succulent strawberries and a hot cup of lemon tea Merrily she enters the room with an I love you grin wraps her arms around me and kisses me good morning.


Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2015

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Walk In The Woods

As I enter the woods for a walk on a path walked by many
I see that the trees create an overhead canopy
With small streak of light filtering through the canopy
Squirrels scampering up and down the trees
Birds chirping and singing in perfect harmony
Toads blending into their surrounding
Frogs croaking on lily pads in the nearby pond
Balsam trees giving off their fresh scent of pine
My eyes can't believe the beautiful sights and sounds heard as I leave
Thinking what a wonderful walk in the woods I had 





Copyright © Pat Quinn | Year Posted 2015

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Millpond daybreak

The dawn sky throws a spear of vivid red
lancing the fir treetops, but not yet me
with my bag of bread.
The wheel is still asleep, the water still,
seems today we all have time to kill.
Scan the surface with imagination's eye
waiting for Excalibur to rise,
but no- just an indifferent pair of Swans
gliding softly through the mist to Avalon.
Reverie broken,
canned laughter from the ducks
their squabbles shatter the mirror
Dragonfly tries to referee.
I look down and, for a split second,
see another me.
I wonder if he's happy

March 15th 2015


Copyright © Viv Wigley | Year Posted 2015

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Welcome

Vaporous hazy fog,
listless light,
permeated by the sound
of early birds.

Gulls cawing,
delivery trucks thumping,
competing as they 
emit their harsh cries.

Singing the tune 
of way wards movement.

Devoid of green,
this place of concrete and plastic
hums in endless reverberation.

As the feral scrounge
and the contented pray,
life echoes on.

An orchestra
emanating from the edge
of the world.

Dispelling the night,
unfurling with the mist,
awakening this city.


Copyright © Teagan Taylor | Year Posted 2015

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THE GLASS EYE

The Glass Eye

My window is an eye on the morning stretch. 
Raspy green grasses tangle up in the vetch.
A mama quail runs down the soft red clay path.
Her fat round babies edged to the drain for a bath. 

I see the hill slope up in poppy and craggy oak.
One lone gray cloud trails on cobalt blue, like smoke.
The sounds of a barn owl are near but it hides,
And only my window can find where it presides.

Then finally, the children dance by on to school.
The window knows innocence here in the rural.  
A giggle, a shout, dropping books as they race,
The bus winks lights, on the knoll, in its place. 

My window blinks back with it's stare of the hill;
Its shimmer reflects our morning time drill.
The eyelash curtains brush back with the breeze,
I turn to my paper, and coffee, and do as I please.

By Edlynn Nau
©  April 20, 2016


Copyright © Edlynn Nau | Year Posted 2016

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- Painting The Sun Yellow -


In case I've forgotten it
I wish you a lovely morning
Fill your coffee cup with sunshine
With glory and grace
A soft whispering sunshine
is surrounded with love
A fountain refreshing in your face

Of this beauty
I photograph this picture in my soul
and hiding it for dark winter days
The silence, the sun, the smell of honeysuckle
and flames of the northern lights
Yellow sunshine and blue sky, I want to paint
Nature's wonders, is forever dear












18.08.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2017

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It Was One Of Those Mornings

~It Was One Of Those Mornings Contest~ Sponsor: Sara Kendrick Stanza I Nauseous and dizzy first thing in the morning, this baby was conceived without any warning! I smell coffee and poor me can't have a cup, walking towards the bathroom I tripped on the pup! Pressed start on the blender to make a smoothie, oh no! I can't believe once again I feel woozy! Stanza II Ahhhh...feel so rested from my good night of sleep, I just love the feeling of baby boy kicking with his feet! Sweet lil' Ella just came in for a good morning visit, hugs and kisses, oh how much I love my life, I'll admit! Mmmmm...I smell bacon! My house is so heartwarming, for once I had a wonderful and memorable morning! ~Date Written: March 1, 2016~


Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

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Good Morning

                                                    What is time?
                                           another spin around the dial
                                             Tick tock goes the clock
                                     Second to minute:A voice screaming
                                                        ''Hey Doc''

                                                   Time to wake
                                              Time to make a new
                                   Feat to floor,seldom make it,except a few
                               These random mornings my watch I do not wear
                                 I wake,smile and laugh''without the utmost care''
                               
                                      Slip up my double knot and dare the world...

                                 On cloud twelve,now feat can't touch the ground 
                                                        Nor would I let
                                           Smiling a smirk sweetly smiling
                                                        Not one regret...
                                                                          
                     To harness this morning would be Heaven in a bottle that I must leave behind
                      If it is''as of now''  it has to be  aged -potential to be a unique and  special wine...
                                                                      
                                                                                   I raise my glass to the next tasting.....
 
                                    



Copyright © Jai Bankson | Year Posted 2016

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My flower, my precious one



My flower, my precious one My flower, my precious one of drifting sunrise and honeysuckle bloom, to know your love is to dream euphoric splendor amidst dawning shimmers in morning glory whispers wafting upon apricot heavens, to breathe effervescent breezes flowing across windswept fields of sunflower petals beneath enchanting blue skies wishes, to float endlessly beyond northern borders and wavering horizons of a desperate distant longing . . . My flower, my precious one, to know your love is to know that each new day exists for only you and me Good morning Soupers


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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Watercolor morning - once more


Watercolor morning - once more Pastel clouds linger among springtime dreams, sweet clover thistles blush violet whispers midst dew drops reflecting peach blossom hues in effervescent rainbows against a canvas of periwinkle skies, while a pink chiffon glow in bougainvillea brushstrokes paints a brand new watercolor morning that we happily share together… once more Good morning Soupers


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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Melodic voice


Melodic voice


I heard her
melodic voice
   this morning
as the sun rose
   and my heart
    felt the
dawning of
    perfect harmony

Good Morning Soupers


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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Let it rain


Let it rain Within the raindrops falling, on this morning oh so new Now drenching from the skies above, my every thought is you To carry me along my way, wherever I may go Clouds may gather overhead, and still I love you so The sun has gone to hiding, as I stand here unafraid For love shall paint this dreary view and bring it back today No matter what the weather I will dance among the rain As hours turn to minutes, and I hold you close again Splashing through the puddles which have formed along the street I swim in the affection of this love you send to me Now shouting to the heavens between every drop above Bring upon me what you will for I have found her love Not lightning bolts nor thunder shall my dawning heart deter When living in each moment I now spend in love with her So bring your scattered showers on your wind so laced with chill For her love lives within my heart and it forever will Good morning Soupers


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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A Rainy Morning


A Rainy Morning A rainy morning greets me as lurking dark clouds weep over an already saturated dawn Puddles form in abstract patterns as thirsty sunflowers bend and awakened shadows run for cover Dreary droplets drench, gathering cold upon my shoulders, still unable to dampen my spirits For sunny skies glow within my heart and nothing shall keep me from another new day with you Good morning Soupers


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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Whisper hello to the morning


Whisper hello to the morning April echoes call your name through valleys painted tangerine Before a slowly rising sun of dawning promises serene Feel the breezes softly flowing, quivering upon your skin Whisper hello to the morning, as this new day does begin Sit with me in dew drop meadows, while the skies grin azure blue Kiss me soft of endless wonder know forever, I love you Good morning Soupers


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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Another day is dawning


Another day is dawning The morning sun does slowly rise A lighthouse stands at ease Its silhouette of nights untold A’ watch on velvet seas A silent beach in glistened glow Bids farewell to the tide I walk this lonely stretch of sand My thoughts collect inside Counting steps, the marks they leave Of places I have been Past weathered dunes along the way Till I’m with you again As crimson paints horizon’s fire In shades of tinted hue Another day is dawning as I only think of you Good morning Soupers


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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Bring the rain


Bring the rain This morning drifts ‘pon scattered leaves as tiny raindrops fall the eaves from clouded form in shades of gray when sunlight hides its shine away The flowers droop of garden share neath evergreen and dampened air with spider webs in woven strand mosaics draped across the land And sparrows lie in huddled rest on folded wing within their nest A dreary day of tempered mist when colors found are darkly kissed Yet as I gaze into your eyes my thoughts begin with azure skies, sweet buttercups of golden glow in meadows green their petals flow Of butterflies and bumblebees like rainbows float through emerald trees For every beauty there might be I find them when you smile at me So bring the rain and gloomy faire For in my heart I shall not care As all my days begin with you and there is not a better view Good morning Soupers


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017