Best Timesun Poems
The morn sun sings
a joyful song
for the children of Earth to enjoy.
The sleek fingers
of enlightment
paint a thousand smiles on a road
that was embedded in our palms.
My thoughts still hold
to those nights, when I chain-smoked the stars
that promised me to find my old sway
against a virulent wind of solitude.
Ah, the morn sun
sing a joyful song and when it does not
gray is the color of night.
The sun always rises
a new day has begun
Dream or nightmare coming
there are things to be done
Eat up and prepare
don't sit and stare
Just do your best
and everything will come to rest
Work or school
do not drool
All things end
So do not offend
Home is where the heart is
sit back and enjoy what you have
Don't take anything for granted
these times will be the best you will have
So love life
Smile like you never will again
Because as the sun sets
Tomorrow is something you can only pretend.
Oh what a beautiful day we have had.
The sun is tired and must go to bed.
The darkness falls much too fast for this warm summer’s eve.
The creatures that have slept all through the day.
Wait for the moon to come out and play.
As soon as it gets high in the sky.
The owl hoots, crickets chirp and bats fly by.
This mysterious time between sunset and dawn.
Makes one sleepy and I start to yawn.
I see falling stars as I close my eyes.
Occult feelings deepen the dark as it dyes.
And with a brush like a thief in the dark.
Paints it all black.
Till the sun takes it back.
The sun touches the mountain peaks.
O, what a time of morning !
Beauty is here for one who seeks,
here within God's adorning.
All awakes from the cold dark night
as the fog lifts from the scene.
The sun is raising mornings' light
as all here looks so serene.
Once again, I write at the wall,
this place where wonders abound.
Here, it is the things of God call,
now, with no one else around.
Within natures' sanctuary,
it gets no better than this.
Of distractions, I am wary.
so much I don't want to miss.
How constant and steady, our God
as sun's light bids all to rise.
Time not spent with Him would be odd;
our Creator, True and Wise.
Oh, Most Beautiful Ra
Who oversees the creation of the world,
Thy Everlasting Sun of gold and glitter,
To shine upon the Earth,
To see nature in full bloom,
Spreads its bounties
Throughout Thy Kingdom.
To warn Thy Spirit against evil
But to protect for eternal life
Becomes the identity of the beholder.
Thy Sun above shines brightly down on me
And permeates throughout my entire being.
The warmth and glow of its rays
Affects every element in my life
Of who I am today.
It is truly a blessing
For I have been chosen for a special purpose
But for the reason why I do not know
Unitl then I will know why
When cometh that day.