1401 Poetry Contest //Sponsored by: Brian Strand
( Honorable Mention )
Written: August 04, 2025
Sunlight warms cheeks--
quiet dawn, dream's sweet adieu,
hope stirs the daylight.
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In a blazing glory..
The sun rose again.
The Light intertwines through the branches of oak trees… as they were reunited lovers' hands.
The meadow’s dew shimmer… once again, it’s a forest of diamonds.
Crisp air fills the lungs ….
I feel at peace in mine.
In the early morning fuzz, a smoky inhale of life
the lamppost is lit and the trees are just waking up
Five Forty Two Am: the eyes of the sky are grayly
I hold my stave high as I begin my very first poem
Bushes and creeks containing tiny quakes of light
piercing through a silent heaven, I feel alright
Sleeping in the room next door he is unaware
of the awakened altered state that claims me
Down the path of memories I go alone and safe
standing behind a closed window, vouchsafe !
Smoke blankets the city on this Friday morning
I can't touch the fire, I am only its town crier
as I write about the residue of the wildfires,
I can see the peeling back of its slight
and know instinctively,
It is daylight....
Said he, “Life is but a short journey, a dead end at best and over all too fast,
but along the way admire the view, enjoy the ride while it may last.
No ifs ands or buts, there are no shortcuts, we all fall by the same sword
and the race well run, from the starting gun, is its own reward.
The turning of the wheels wounds all heels, and in time, all wounds it heals,
so fill your heart for until you do, you're merely filling time
meanwhile the dial is really killing you.
As all you have is the now and here,
learn to burn the midnight oil, while down the drain the days disappear.
Can't stop the sands, hold the hands of time, or turn back the clock,
you won't see the same mistakes or heartaches
if you look at love as the key, and life as the lock.
For there is no daylight savings, as time awaits no man,
if time is money, no matter how much you save, you'll spend all you can,
doing this and doing that, to pass the time of day,
and there right before your eyes, the time of your life will pass away.”
After the elect
Sailed through the milky river
Christ, the golden lamb
Shined through them in daylight blue
Like Omicron Velorum
Inspired by the Manichaean hymn "Hymn of the Bodies in Paradise"
This utter silence is stone cold
There's no gaze upon the sinner
This hell has got a wicked hold
And it feels just like a winter
When I fought the darkest demons
I just fought them empty-handed
I pushed through all doubt and reason
And I nearly couldn't bear it
Why would you still demand of me
To bend my shattered knee again
Without attending to my needs
Or is it fine to just pretend
I suppose you'll answer one day
While I'm digging for some daylight
I'll be gripping all these questions
While I'm begging you for insight
Are you even up there waiting
Could you even hate me asking
Or for choosing to just let go
Of a life that's everlasting
By accepting to wield my sword
I choose to carry my own weight
I'll start to reshape my own world
While carving out a better fate
"Album Daylight by Jonathan Patterson" - Quote by Poet
In the precinct of sprawling emptiness,
curved out by the contours of desolation,
the spreading daylight of prime promise
bursts with the brilliance of magnificence,
creating the serrated shadows of silence,
where I'm consumed by illumined calmness.
Within the light and shadow lattice,
the fused sunray strands weave
the tapestry of argentine ecstasy
on the silvery barrenness of seclusion
for me to walk in search of the lost dreams.
Trudging with the forlorn life
across the shades of grey in the wilderness,
I take a lonesome journey with my pallid heart
across the silhouetted grandeur
of the daylight dwindling.
Walking the last mile of the journey
in the remaining hours of the day,
I long for respite for the last time,
step into the waiting memory corridor,
see my dreams return enwrapped
within the lengthening shadow of me.
Tonight, the dark sky again
only slept a short while;
no longer eager to cheat
its sun’s awakening joy
over the horizon’s realm;
Bulky white yawning clouds
hovered over the night-shaded
ground below as small nocturnal
creatures seemingly scurried into
and out of the dawning day;
A dawning day during which
we shall seek to see justice
and peace become realities
in a world wrought with chilled
fear and misery:
May new spreading sunshine
sweeps away waning darkness of winter as
flowering hope again welcomes a new spring
toward resurrected liberation and equity:-
Moans, sleep deprivation,
Groans across our great nation.
Blame all dumb inventors,
Droughts, floods, some mentors!
We'll vanish on timely wings,
Faults saving daylight brings!
“The strange is the inscription on the wall seen by the gifted. It’s the enigma they run from.”
- Quote by Poet
Losing sight of the light,
Encumbered by the night,
The daylight is not freedom’s way,
There’s a strange for each day.
March 10, 2025.
Sometimes a curtain, might block out the sun
daylight I’m certain, meant for everyone
to shine on big things, that we need to do
to shine on small things, when they matter too
Sometimes the whole world, is just ten-foot square
four walls without words, to say if they care
for all those big things, that we try and do
or all those small things, when they matter too
Sometimes a shoulder, a fresh pair of hands
can lift that boulder and shift tidal sands
off all these big things, that we say and do
off all these small things, when they matter too
Sometimes persistence, can lead to a door
making a difference, or two, maybe more
clear skies will show us, how much this is true
clear skies will tell me, what matters to you.
pain that still exists in my lips and veins
blood was thick but lighter than my weight
your mornings, my nights
my mornings, your nights
heaven arrived at my door
when you moved by the lake
now under the same daylight
now under the same moonlight
sunflowers I planted point to your place
heaven told me,
“it was fated in the first place”
i wandered through the woods in my head
i drifted on an ocean made of my tears
always in search to find way out of gray haze
and so he painted my sky pink
when he stood by my grave
Daylight breaks in front of me spilling its energy all over me, a radiant light covers the place and my heart starts racing out of control and all of a sudden something elevates on top of the hill. I wasn’t sure how I got there, but something inside had conquered all the fear, it is that magic moment that you feel when wisdom has iron out the deal and the mongoose hiding in the bush gives an extra push and when the old curse of Canterbury lay down its gun; the village people came out of nowhere and walk with me up to the stair and I could not hold back the tears.
Daylight Harmony
Miracle Man
9/4/2024
A morning zephyr whispers softly to our chimes,
the arrangement they reprise, I’ve heard before.
But that was former days, and unforgotten times,
The softness of our chimes voice’s I can’t ignore.
The queen of the daylight lurks likes memories.
Then is gone her silky array of words in Bangla
Disappearing fast as the blue king of the night in Hindi,
She regains her place, moves back and forward,
sits in the throne of the dappled memories in English
wheels to stalls: maladies and wellness of the world.
Words are loaded with possibilities random,
many windows holding images and conceits
touching the rainbow in the limitless blue.
The queen has many rooms to her .
Lived with shades she keeps words as her guardian sylph
protecting from the valour of Words.
Pictures of delayed morning, each day that passes
in the thesaurus of words, memories of the night unfold.
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