I listened and, though faintly,
heard the breaking of the day.
It sounded as a rooster's crow;
the cricket's song fading away;
The splitting of the morning air
by eagles' wings in flight;
the ringing of the church bells
and the crack of dawn's first light.
I looked and saw the parting clouds
acknowledging the sun,
like the opening of the curtain
when Act 1, Scene 1 has come;
Like the awesome entrance of royalty
into a crowded room;
like the joyous arrival of new life
from a mother's ripened womb.
I felt, in that brief moment,
that this was special, not mundane,
not like evening with its setting sun
or a rainbow after the rain.
This was different, not redundant,
never graced by poet's say;
and it was a new beginning,
first light of a brand-new day.
A day has come thats new to me
My circle is small only 2 or 3
A day has come to change within
Keep God close you definitely gone win
A day has come to change the game
A brand new me but still the same
Im glowing for real im gone shine so bright im on a mission to move it feel so right
A brand new season
A brand new reason
A brand new way i have to say
Its a brand new day
Yet there's tears on my pillow
from the silence of my sorrow
In slumber I feel no fears
On my pillow, yet there's tears
I plan to be happy tomorrow
And awake with an inner glow.
Arise little one a new day has begun. Time to brush teeth and change clothes sit for breakfast and prayers. Slow down and breath deep. For you will miss nothing and discovery awaits. Run put your shoes on the laces I will tie. For it is time for you to build forts avoid the pillows of lava, and learn how to fly. Oh little one you have captured my heart and it aches for one day all this will stop. Yet for now I will enjoy this, for lunch, and dinner time will come. Baths and books lullibys to follow. The moon will come and the sun will rest. Then we will give God thanks and I can't wait to start it all again.
The mystery of tomorrow
Never knowing what it will bestow
The beauty of a brand new day
Pure wonderment and a fresh new glow
Yesterday was yesterday
And that's where it will stay
Tomorrow is tomorrow
That's always miles away
Today is today
One whole day
Fresh and new
With opportunities on display.
How will you greet,
This brand new day?
Will you go back to sleep?
To while the hours away.
Or will you rise
With an optimistic view
And with open eyes
Do the best that you can do.
Draped over the land like a ghostly shroud,
a blanket of morning mist
morphs into rolling banks of fog;
soft as an eider-filled duvet.
Dawn rebukes Night's claim to darkened skies
and armed with chisels of light,
sculpts ebony shadows
into shifting shapes,
sent scurrying into nooks and crevices.
Pink, indigo, and blue hues
expunge an ebony canvas of stars and moon;
as color emerges from first light.
While a bashful breeze blows silhouettes into disarray;
etch-a-sketching, a brand-new day.
And subtle sleeping sounds, slowly awaken;
giving voice to Nature:
while a scarlet sun silently shimmies up a crimson sky.
This morning, I renew my faith in man
Whispering into the morn's early light,
Waking to a new twenty-four hour span
Shining into opened eyes, the sun bright,
I am a man--forcefully proud, upright,
Feel the heady rush of fresh optimism
Escaping yesterday’s foul cynicism;
Looking ahead to novel adventure
No more reason for rampant skepticism,
Will accept no hate-filled, angry censure.
written June 2, 2021
Happy birthday, Brother Ramil,
The night has vanished into gray;
The sun erases the cold chill,
Till the light warms the brand new day.
Topic: Birthday of Ramil A. Basallote (March 24)
Have a blessed birthday, dear twins,
Here comes another brand new day;
As the joyous event begins,
The shadow of night goes away.
Topic: Birthday of Twins Aldonna Mika & Aldonna Nika Mandane (March 16)
The memories that first bring the laughter, then sadness. To remember the joy and the eventual regret. Yet the lives we live here are fleeting. We are to examine our choices, then make adjustments, to find that diamond in the rough, and the sacrifices that will cleave away the excess. The investment in loss, that is the hallmark of our redemption. A chance for that boy made out of wood, to become real. To live lives of awakening, from our long sleep, to the dawn of a brand new day!
"To Him that made great lights, His Mercy, endureth,
forever"
Man is not God but suffers when
man acts as Him.
He grows weary being Him, or
contrarily plays helpless. Never thinking of asking
God for help.
"In the deep forest I will search for you and find you.
Along the running brook, with awesome leaves, the
Lord is all over the earth. The tall pines sing your name."
"I cannot hide from your presence.
In the midst of the desert, I find you or under a stream."
All our problems are solvable! the world sends us tin
answers to soul longing questions.
We forget this final verse and in so doing, cause ourselves
such pain.
"Do not let your heart be troubled.
And...what do you benefit, if you gain the whole word yet lose your
own soul"
Wishing all a great day!
Panagiota
October 4, 2019
~
Another tired morning
as I roll on out of bed
Lingered thoughts of yesterday
still echo in my head
The sun is slowly rising
in the amber eastern skies
Yet I can barely move along
or open up my eyes
I pour a cup of coffee
in my favorite china cup
Hoping it will start my day
and help me to wake up
Then flip on my computer,
damn that light is way too bright
To see if there was something new
that happened over night
There before my weary eyes
a message had come through
I found a sweet good morning wish
was sent to me from you
When then I noticed right outside
as perfect as can be
A brand new day had just begun,
now waiting there for me
~
as morning breaks
the dawn chorus
awakens me
with their sweet song
as twilight falls
black crows circle
over tall trees
and start to roost
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9/1/19
The years are piling up you see
all the days seem the same to me.
Moneys short the bills are high
my health is on a downward slide.
The hairs gone grey and my eyes can see
that my lifetime clocks running out on me.
Take some tablets, gassed in my car
make a noose and just hang around.
I just can't think of a reason to stick around.
And then the phone rings,and rings again
it's the girl I love shes ringing me.
She makes a joke and raises a smile
and sets a date for us to hang out a while.
The email pings my mates asking me to go jet away.
The suns shining bright and a stray ray of light
catches a picture hanging on the wall
of those I hold within my heart.
You know, I think i'll stay one more day
and see what comes my way
well it is a brand new day.
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