Best Mornings Poems
Each day dawns laden with secrets.
The morning dews are crystal balls,
each holding a secret trailer of
a fragment of day.
The birds, chirping incessantly,
gossip among themselves about the
delightful things you’ll find at
the weekend market.
In the crevice between the sun's
virginal light and last night's shadows,
an old friend waits for a
scheduled chance encounter,
bearing a gift of forgotten memories.
Fresh brew drips into the carafe of your
old coffee machine, tapping out
a Morse code of the new
thoughts and feelings that will percolate
into your brain in the hours to come.
And the curtains billow with echoes
of the laughs to be laughed.
The day is waiting to confess
its plans for you.
Some mornings I lie in silence
just staring at the walls
not a sound at all around
except the ticking down the hall
it can feel so refreshing
without a trouble or a care
but then I start thinking
how I wish you were here
Some mornings I bask in sunshine
warming up my bed
I lie in all its comfort
as my day's about to start
I close my eyes and wonder
about your pure and giving heart
how I wish you were near me
it was your warmth that I did feel
how I'd hold you close and not let go
make all these feelings real
Some mornings I wake to darkness
there's thunder in the air
rain's upon my window
and in my heart grows fear
I cuddle with my pillow
pull my sheets up over my head
it's then I miss your body,
your warmth and comfort in my bed
Some mornings I'm rushed and hurried
no time to lie in bed
no time to think, plan or ponder
no time to dream, hope or wonder
It's then when I miss your presence
When I need help getting out the door
those little daily reminders
getting my feet upon the floor
Some mornings I wake and smile
as I feel kisses upon my cheek
feel wind blowing through my hair
and soft touches all over me
it's then I know I'm in heaven
with you right by my side
We lie in endless mornings
Just me and my soulmate bride
Concaving thought’s that try to escape
They have no substance in the life awake
Like an amoeba a thoughtless form
Trying to manifest in the early morn...
Morning has broken near the wishing well
As the fairies cast their magic spell
Love and sunshine be their quest
And thus invite you as their guest...
Feb.29.2016
It Was One of Those Mornings
The Worst
We have no eggs left, the milk has gone sour.
Sudden storm and now we lost all power.
My front tire looks flat
And where is the cat?
Set the clocks back so I redo this hour.
The Best
There is commotion and laughter outside.
Dreams unfinished-this now must subside.
I yank on the door,
The ones I adore.
Just for you, Daddy! I have tears to hide.
(a disastrous morning Sonnet)
I am the very model of a girl who’s late for morning meal,
my charger failed, the printer jammed, the morning’s start has been surreal
I lost a scrunchy and a shoe, I had to use some dry shampoo
my Keurig had no k-cups too, so I’m feeling like a total shrew!
Our pre-dawn jog went really well, but now the morning's gone to hell
I couldn’t find clean underwear, I’m desperate to charge my cell,
I got some soap in my left eye, I stubbed my toe and nearly cried
While brushing teeth and hair in haste, I wonder why I even try.
Anna’s got an attitude; she’s not someone who’s normally rude
her hookup so ‘experimental’ has an irregular sleep-in schedule
how’s she going to get to class if she’s babysitting sleeping-lass
I guess I’m not the only one, who’s schedules simply come undone.
I woke her with a gentle voice and soothed her out—we had no choice
My morning happened to sideways go—but it fueled this grandiloquent tale of woe!
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A song for this:
Something Stupid by Michael Bublé and Reese Witherspoon
It was three o'clock in the morning and my body craved more sleep
I'd been out all night with friends and just fallen into slumber deep
when the defective smoke detector started going off - BEEP! BEEP!
I couldn't get the batteries out, and fell off the ladder into a heap
Called the maintenance man, didn't answer his phone...the creep!
A tranquil Saturday morning to spend with my husband and pup
Smelled the delicious aroma of coffee, my love brought me a cup
"There's waffles and bacon with hot maple syrup coming right up.
He came back moments later, on the tray was a single buttercup.
"Happy Anniversary, Honey. Tonight I'm taking you out for sup."
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3-1-16 Mornings Contest for Sara
Woke up this morning - had a dreadful shock
I had not set the alarm on my clock
Swore until the air turned blue -
I’d missed my job interview!
My family think I’m a laughing stock
Got phoned this morning everything’s fine -
Was offered a job by a friend of mine
Any hours I choose
I simply can’t lose
I’m a ‘secret shopper’ my job’s divine!
Contest- it was one of those mornings. Sponsor Sara Kendrick
03~05~16
"The Daily Mornings of Strange Automatons"
lucid dreams
those clouds convey
the hidden mysteries
of waking chariots
sucked up in the vortex
heliographs flashing
the silver
yo-yo strings
we are like puppets
played for codes
with buried meanings
transcribed animations
staggered routine automatons
covered in words of babel
strange hieroglyphs felt
like braille the feelings
understood misunderstood
spoken mirror images
held to the open caves
of mouths breathing
breath like fog
polishing time
inhale exhale
away
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Woke up from a poor night‘s sleep an utter wreck.
I had to be to work by eight, but what the heck?
The clock said 12; the real time was eleven.
That alarm clock wasn’t even plugged in!
On vacation and no worries in my head.
I woke up in an unfamiliar bed.
In my hometown, at my mom’s, sleep was the best
With eight uninterrupted hours of sweet rest!
March 7, 2016
It Was One Of Those Mornings
thought it was a good
morning that always went well
I got up to a
very cranky hubby that
decided not talk or eat
fabulous morning
everything I did was right
last cancer treatment
a very happy hubby
excited to talk and eat
2/29/2016
My hubby just finished his last of his 45 radiation treatments last Monday and doing well.
Poetry Contest: It Was One Of Those Mornings -
Sponsored by: Sara Kendrick
MORNINGS.
The sun has almost breached, across the Eastern sky,
The little birds feel it first and begin their morning cry.
Their orchestral chorus is transcending as they all join in with song.
From tree to tree and mountain ridge in unison sing along.
Lazily it flows, the tranquil mountain stream.
Is suddenly brought to life when touched by sunshine's beam.
Platypus and dragonfly dance across its surface.
Reveling in the morning light, precious life, filled with purpose.
Rivergums make a dramatic change from grey to brilliant hues.
A touch of green, a splash of red some pink and even blues.
Sunlight has blazed their canopies as light is filtered through.
Branches, boughs, supported by a trunk that stands ever true.
From sandy bays to mountain ranges the morning sun breaks forth.
To wide coastal beaches all bathe in natures warmth.
Ever the morning is transforming, not only for nature's leisure.
For all to forget the pitch of night, and look forward the day with pleasure.
A Morning to Forget
Came wide awake, feeling rested, so refreshed
took shower, drank coffee, even got dressed
noticed it was still dark, only two hours slept
with six hours left, back to bed I crept
An Unforgettable Morning
Sipping strong hot coffee, cool breeze on our skin
Sun broaches the horizon, a new day to begin
Kentucky bluegrass glistens, silver morning dew
front porch moments cherished, alone with you
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Written 3-5-2016
'It Was One of Those Mornings' Contest sponsored by Sara Kendrick
Third Place
The
snow is
falling fast,
raging pure white,
the car is buried.
Winter weather warning,
shut down of public transport,
the power is out and stores closed.
It was one of those winter mornings,
only the neighbours dog was enjoying.
It was a delightful . . . beautiful day,
the sun was shining, flowers blooming,
birds singing sweetly, bees buzzing,
blue butterflies were drifting,
and squirrels were searching.
I felt like dancing,
must rise and shine.
Oh sweet cat,
in the,
sun.
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March 4, 2016
Poetry/Etheree/It Was On Of Those Mornings
Copyright Protected, ID 16-764-000-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, It Was One Of Those Mornings,
sponsor, Sara Kenrick
Fifth Place
Mornings to me
are not an exiting crescent moon
glowing gold in the west,
preparing to retire
below a distant tree line silhouette
Scattered footprints
in the glistening dew
on a lush lawn
still dreaming of the day before
Cantaloupe skies tickling
a sleepy horizon,
restless in vivid ribbons
on a wide eyed sapphire canvas
Yawning morning glories
climbing a silent fencepost,
standing guard in the shadows
of a stately oak
Butterflies floating
on dawn’s cool breeze
quietly touching each blossom
in mosaic laced flight patterns
The enchanting coo
of a stirring mourning dove
spreading its wings amidst
woven branched tapestries
Mornings to me
are always you,
surrendered in first blush beauty,
a breath of every sunrise’s promise,
awakening all that my heart desires
Good morning Soupers
I posted this earlier in the week but took it down. Here goes round 2. : )
Outside my window, all is dull and white
As morning spreads on cracks across the bay,
Her prickly fissures stark, like threads contrite,
Against the pewter of a frigid day
Where sullen the view from iced winds’ replay.
I see a varnished gleam in my heart’s eye
While peonies are climbing at the gate ,
That birds of red and yellow twit nearby,
Enchanting leafy maples, so ornate
Till sundew bursts on fresh morn, to elate!
Contest:It Was One Of Those Mornings
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
9/19/2016