Long Break of day Poems
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From ground to high sky
birds fill break of day with song
feathered hymns rejoice—
dawn chorus of wing and will
call all to join nature's voice
Magpie's carolling
ignites dawn with fluted bells
welcoming chorale
in day-break's cathedral dome
joyous songs of devotion
Willie Wagtail struts
tail flicks like a metronome
swagger in each step—
black-and-white little soldier
stakes claim to place of its own
Grey Fantail arc skits
with tail flits like restless fan
chaos ensemble—
air itself shakes in the dance
with its frantic flight patterns
Superb Fairy-wren
courageous, blatantly bold
blazes bright in blue—
outlandish flare on green leaves
with its beauty turned to dare
Eastern Whip-bird cracks
the lash to rouse sleepy heads
who missed the alarm
stumbled wobbly out of bed—
hoping no one would notice
The Welcome Swallow
adept aerial maestro—
dazzles watching throngs
with its acrobatic stunts
snatching at insects mid-flight
In the abyss where shadows reign,
A beacon burns, it will not wane,
A guiding star in velvet skies,
A shining light that never dies.
A whispered hope in silent ears,
A gentle hand to calm our fears,
A love that heals the deepest scars,
A promised land beyond the stars.
Through trials deep, where shadows play,
A steadfast presence holds sway,
A voice that soothes the raging storm,
A heart that keeps the spirit warm.
In depths of grief, through bitter woes,
A knowing heart the balm bestows,
With empathy's touch, it understands,
The pain that life so oft demands.
With outstretched arms, in tender grace,
A refuge found, a hallowed place,
A love that vanquishes despair,
A whispered truth, a promise rare.
A savior stands, both strong and true,
A light that guides, a love renewed,
A hope that blooms 'midst darkest night,
A guiding star, oh beacon bright.
Through life's tempest, through its strife,
You are the wellspring of our life,
A constant in the ebb and flow,
A radiant dawn after the night's long throw.
In you, we find our strength anew,
Our guiding star, our northern clue,
For in your light, we glimpse the way,
To navigate the break of day.
So let us cherish this dear sight,
This beacon in our darkest night,
For in your glow, we find our might,
To journey onward, into light.
It had been a day full of miraculous detail.
Freezing rain played the ground like a kettle drum.
Trees snapped and flowers curtsied
before engaging in a pas de deux
with blades of grass on the stage
of this summer eve.
Our erupting blazing star...
Sported a set of yellow barn doors sorely in need of a paint job;
Closed shut with a heavy metal rusty lock seeping a golden shade;
Upstaging the blue sky and creating its own distinct wash
to signal the break of day.
A curvy curved river flowed naturally through
the mountains into a water colored sunset.
The moon waited patiently offstage with bedroom eyes
anxious to make her entrance.
And I,
Well - I just stood motionless,
Hoping to absorb it all;
Hoping to never take this planet for granted;
A non opiate
I like to call
Organic Ecstasy.
And not a sign of men’s hands anywhere in sight.
14~12~2014
Maurice Yvonne
She ventured limitless miles, creating for herself, beaucoup lifestyles.
She cannot be locked in a sumptuous home, nor in your selfish heart.
It's simply not her way!
But you can find her dancing with daisies with no shoes or socks.
Totally free, she will never follow you down to the sea, any dock.
Happily, paintinng her life’s joyous foray!
Beware, as she will intoxicate you with her mahogany eyes.
With invitations to come and play, always with a sensuous surprise.
Her songs lift the sun at break of day.
Forever blowing sensous, kaleidoscopic bubbles in your direction.
Life is her delight and indeed, total and sweetest confection.
At night she dances in ectasy, as stars come out to play!
1/14/2024
Photo~ Marpessa Dawn,in the movie, “Black Orpheus, “ 1959, directed by French film maket, Marcel Camus. Based on the Greek mythology of Orpheus and Eurydice. Takes oplace in Rio during Carnival! Awesome movie!
In the serene solitude of dusk,
The hands of dream weave
an elusive web of deception
and set a snare to entrap
my beloved Sleep
as she comes carrying
the nectar in a sacred chalice.
With ethereal grace
she gathers me in her warm bosom
and smothers me every night
with fervent kisses.
But each night
some foolhardy dreams yank me
out of the calming lap of sleep
and set me off on vain pursuits
through a maze of wild fantasies
leaving me haggard and beat
at the break of day.
01/19/22
~Contest: The Chalice of Night
~Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke.
Like a lighthouse defying the darkness with an unwavering light,
I've grown accustomed to sleeping with my eyes open, watching the edge of dreams,
afraid of being surprised by the veil of silence that falls unexpectedly,
seeking to hold the reins of this ephemeral world between my fingers,
until the final blink whispers a call toward unknown realms.
Like a lighthouse that refuses to fade at the break of day,
I keep the horizon of the sea captured in the enchantment of a desperate gaze,
I ask you to gently close my eyelids with the softness of a calm sunset,
for what was to be seen is already written on the canvas of time,
carefully draw these fine shutters over my eyes weary from watchfulness.
I hope the end comes late, in a night with a sky full of stars,
when the acacias shake their blossoms in a dance of scent and memories,
and silence settles gently, like a wave kissing the shore,
wrapping the story of life in a dream that will never be lost,
a dream in which the lighthouse's light will guide the soul toward eternity.
I read your words like a midnight hymn,
Soft and slow, but cuttin' in.
Said you broke us to protect my soul,
But baby, heartbreak don’t make me whole.
I saw the cracks—we both did too,
But I was holdin’ on for me and you.
You left to spare me from the fall,
But silence hurts worse than nothin’ at all.
You say love was a fire you had to tame,
But I would’ve stayed through all the flame.
Now I’m here, with no one to blame—
Just whisperin' your name...
But I do... even now, even still,
I love you with a heart you couldn’t kill.
If forever had a face, it’d look like you,
If pain had a song, this would be it too.
You let go ‘cause you thought you should—
But I would’ve held you, bad or good.
You walked away to set me free…
But I do, baby—I still believe.
Even now,
Even still...
I do.
The rooms still echo with our ghost,
I lost the one I loved the most.
This ache don’t fade, it learns to stay—
Like a shadow waitin' at the break of day.
And if you wonder, if you feel it too,
Just close your eyes—I’m still with you.
In every line we left unsaid...
In every tear we both have bled...
I do... even now, even still,
I love you with a heart you couldn’t kill.
If forever had a face, it’d look like you,
If pain had a song, this would be it too.
You let go ‘cause you thought you should—
But I would’ve held you, bad or good.
You walked away to set me free…
But I do, baby—I still believe.
Even now,
Even still...
I do.
If love was meant to tear us through…
Then break me once more—
But let it be you.
I do.
Even now.
Even still.
In dawn's aura, mountains glistened with snow.
Rooster's crowing proclaimed the break of day.
December's frosty winds began to blow
as clouds shadowed a sullen shade of gray,
and serpentine ripples flowed on the bay.
Dimmed were rays of light from the sallow sun
when for a while its beams had gone astray.
Gusts of wind on this Christmas Eve were spun,
blustering and blowing grim clouds away.
'Twas time to celebrate Jesus' birthday.
Christmas morning folks gathered to rejoice.
for the Saviour born to erase sin's stain.
Choirs sang like angels in one ardent voice,
hymns honoring the infant in refrain.
Over God's Kingdom, His Son shall ere reign.
On that Holy Night, when stars were shining,
swaddled in His mother's arms was a child.
The world no more lay in error pining*
for God and sinners would be reconciled
through the Christ child's life so tender and mild.**
December 13, 2022
A Christmas Special Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
*Lyrics from 'O Holy Night'
**Lyrics from 'Silent Night'
Whenever I think of depression, I think of it as a cold deep bottomless black hole. I think of it as being surrounded by an endless night, without the break of day. The only solution dealing with depression is to pray. That God will have mercy and will turn your lights back on. "The light of the world is Jesus."
There are proper medication helping people to deal with depression. I really ought to know. From personal experience, because I take one psych medication for depression. There are side effects for most medications, Including some medication dealing with side effects. It is important for me or anyone else to take all of our physician prescribed medication as directed.
Whenever I think of depression, I think of the utmost empty feelings harboring deep within my heart, mind and soul. But I also believe, "God you are more valuable than diamonds. God you are more valuable than gold." God your faith can lift me high above the mountain tops of my life.
Whenever I think of depression, I feel lost and all alone. It is as if all my friends have deserted me. And i have been left far behind with no body to console me.
But than I think, "Oh how he loves you and me. Oh how he loves you and me. He gave his life what more could he give? Oh how he loves you. Oh how he loves me. Oh how he loves you and me."
Whenever I think about depression, I can think about the times. I wanted to blow my bright and shining candlestick completely out. And putting an abrupt ending to my comfortless and senseless life.
But than I think, "Jesus loves me this I know, for the Bible tells me so. Little ones to him belong. They are week but he is strong." "And it shall come to pass that in the last days, that all who call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved."
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea Dubarry
Roxy 1954/ October Country
August 18, 2020
Haunted feelings carried by
Wings of night as shadows fly
Drip drop words from pages then
Feed the fire like oxygen
Muffled voices through the door
Phrases heard once long before
Rhythm opened eyes now see
Lost forgotten parts of me
Black on white then white again
Ghostly paths to where I’ve been
Keys then press themselves to say
Things I want to hide away
Lowered hands at last let go
Worried worlds lie far below
Rising vantage ever on
Poem by poem and song by song
Dusted dancing leads to lead
Fast descent to slumber’s bed
Dawn of light and break of day
Melts the night mist fast away
But drifting silent to the floor
Are pages…as they were before
…Jeff Bresee