Best Sunrising Poems
"Major Love"
My dear Major Love,
are You following me yet?
all the sunrising storms read?
soliloquys too many to mention
my very brave Major Love
You’ll find me yet
tomorrow
is never too late
in this dreamscape
it won’t be the Love
that everyone suspects
it commenced inside and yet
You made it out two weeks late
are You following me yet?
Footprints left
oh so very left, yet You
are right, so very very right
it's all very
black and white
messy and neat
romance of a lifetime
my brave Major Love
yet, somehow I know You
this You know alone,
You feel incomplete
dear Major Love
You’ll find me yet
lost in the crowd of
any leftfield audience
their better minds in hand
do not fit this catcher’s mit
that is a fact, You can be certain
of that, my brave Major Love
but You, my dear Major Love
1st base, 2nd, and 3rd
always watched, as if an eyeball
in the sky hovers over You
holds You
fast and intent
watching for all
the home runs you have spent
I am not in the bleechers
I am fixed on You focused eyed
the winning ball pitching Life
It is only for You
in dreams
I will always meet You
are You ready?
it is all for You
stoic Major Love
one two three owl
one two three owl
eyes wide open You now
strike matched and outrun
winning the race, yet
sometimes we lose, Major Love
but We losers
get back up again
there is no giving up
there is never no giving up
all the way home
my brave Major Love
the game already won
the field wide open before You
You'll fall again, this much is true,
but We get back up again
there is never no giving up
my much loved Major Love
the whole field before You
my gloriously embarrassed
heart read Major Love
face flushed, You are
always Loved
my best Major Love
We dance
We love
We fall
We get back up again
always for Love
it is always for Love
courage, my much loved
only Major Love
Candide Diderot. ‘24
lux gvlm lux
"There's no eye in the sky
Just our love
No unobstructed view
No perfect truths
Just our love, just our love
And there's no verse
No monument of words
For our love
For they can't hold
All I know
About my love, about my love..."
As the day of morn breaking through
Sunrising from the east
Coffee brewing just about done
time to go out on the deck
converse as always
with my bodyguard
Twas as same as always
we done each
early morn..
But this time
Twas quite different
For tis be..
he did not come
As I went unto him..
to where his room tis be
I found him...
my eyes.. my heartful of tears
For all the many many years
Tis man went out of his way
Just to make me happy
to make safe...
Each and everyday...
Tribulations and trials
We all must face...
Never ever knowing
The moment...
We meet our Maker
Face to face....
My Beloved Bodyguard
For tis each day.. still the same
I have coffee .. on the deck
Where we always would be...
Conversing.. and just shooting the breeze
As these days... for I know
Someday we shall meet again
Within Heavens gates..
Come to Jesus
For Time is the essences..
Never know.. when time shall be
Or who first.. will step into eternity..
As my Beloved Bodyguard
Ow.. I do miss him.. deeeply...
JOSHUA TREE GIG
My love isn't dead; but it's dying;
I searched for truth and I thought it was you.
When I understood you were lying,
I loved you more, for what good it would do.
My love is the fire of sunrising,
road to L.A. through the Joshua Tree.
My songs are not all that surprising,
each word is you, but they're coming from me.
My love is a hand that is shaking;
locking of eyes so I can't even see.
Your love is my greatest mistaking,
my love is dying, but dead cannot be.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
The little things that I write,
light;
the first of day.
Like the first of life
born this way;
Alive.
It's the little things that I write
that brings to light
the gifts that truly
delight
of soul.
O' the precious
of deep.
Time, tides, and moon beams
still linger on the scene,
even a I prepare
the sunrising.
As the song goes, she sings because she's happy and because she's free.
I'm also happy and free, but I sure do wish that I could also sing.
Anyway, everything and everyone must be true to their purpose.
The birds and the bees have theirs, and I have mine. It's not singing.
And even if I could, it would be during the time I love best, but
that would not sit well with the rest of the family, because
my heart favors early mornings when they are still asleep.
Oh, if I could sing, I would join in with the Nightingale,
and the two of us would sing of Dawn's Glory. Happy
mornings would be soothing and all aglow, because
I would be singing second fiddle with The Nightingale.
Furthermore, we would also give ultimate Glory to God.
Some are fans of their night songs.
Others are impressed with their tunes of later mornings.
I prefer the Dawn sounds when the light begins to break the darkness.
It is 'a breaking' point that reminds me of God saying, "Let there be light".
That's when the dark nights cease their hold in order that the light might
grow at sunrising, signaling nightingale's time to sing the songs of the Dawn.
Oh, the gloriousness of Dawn; the bliss; the blessing.
Oh, the glory that is Dawn's is awakening;
It can be breath-taking.
It is resurrecting;
It is renewing;
It is eye-opening;
and it is restoring.
051721PSCtest, This Or That, Edward Ibeh
calendar pages turn
as sun drops lower in his orbit
tired of living the zenith.
So as be some old souls of earth
tiring of the film of greed
of the me-me-me-and-only-meisms common of the day
ready to step aside into a new tomorrow
graced surely with hope of a not-so-dark walk
a passing through a sunset of today into a sunrising
into the glory bless of a new tomorrow.
~golden evening skies
setting sunrising shores glows
orange yellow red
skies evening golden
are the horizontaly
still yet golden sky...
12/14/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Be my guide
I’m sorry I lied
guilty passion got me
Compassionately free
Guilty pleasure
Is beyond measure
I will endure…I have a cure…
Memories inflamed, no lies
I came undone
You’re my sunset and sunrise
From dusk to dawn
You’re my Sagittarius and Pisces altogether
We are benevolent birds of a faithful feather…
I will get better, I am going to be better
If I get adequately an unregretter
To make these tears dry instead of wetter
California is in flames
And the American flag still remains
I’m not the one to blame
I’m remaining sane — my mind trains…
I’m a survivor
Rescue me,
My endeavor
Free me possibly?
I’m not a deceiver
I’m a believer gaily
I’m a radiant receiver
Not a giver selfishly
My past is but a blur
I live for the present — happier than happy
I’m not unsure and my sins are impure
I’m remorseful for giving in to my lusts actually
Positive prosperity…
Optimistic liberty…
Give me wings to fly
Don’t know why I try…
Wiser and intellectual without you and I lift higher
I’m stronger than I realize,
I’m not alone in His eyes
And I’m not a failure — no lies
You without your foolishness has made you lower
Burning with passion
Cleanse me from my sins
I repent of my decision
Of everything in between — where it all begins…
To end me is the beginning of you?
Screw that! I’m on flamboyant fire and all that
To die for your pleasure of living?
I got your tail, you vicious, graceless cat!
Tomorrow is coming
Yesterday is gone
I have some overcoming
To do before dawn
I’m dusking your dawn — you want to bet?
I’m surprising you by sunrising your sunset
I made happy your upset
I made hopeful my regret
Jubilance my resilience in a sense, sense
Brilliance is radiance — oh, thank you in advance!
All your whispers of doubt is evanescence
To my honest mindset of let-go-and-let-dance!
Water down those flames of rage
We are on another page —
A burning sage is the memories of the Lord
I never get bored with His spirit of an optimistic accord