Long Dawn Poems
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This morn I woke to a gloomy dawn; a cold rainy day
Off to the kitchen to find comfort in a cuppy Earl Grey
An anytime drink that warmly soothes the inside of me.
To calm anxiety, I often enjoy relaxing chamomile tea.
I smile at the aroma of Orange-Pekoe's rising steam,
with a hint of citrus zest, and a dollop of sweet cream.
Sometimes, I use raw honey instead of both of those,
if I brew tea made from fresh or dried hips of a rose.
Appealing is the amber liquid of Jasmine tea to taste.
Not a single drop of treasured tea ever goes to waste.
If the rain stops, I'll have another cup this afternoon,
in the shade of my garden since it's the month of June.
I don't dunk anything with crumbs into my teacup.
I prefer sipping Hibiscus tea in complete tranquility.
Perhaps, a biscuit or a scone if it's served on the side,
for having things float in my Chai... I cannot abide.
In the mirror's gentle gaze
a reflection of love's pure ways
emerges, a heart that's made new
free from the shackles of what we once knew
The weight of yesterday's chains
broken, as mercy's warm rains
wash away the stains of our past
and in its place, a future is cast
In the stillness of a silent night
we let go of the hate that took flight
and as the darkness slowly fades
a new dawn breaks, with love that's made
With every breath, we choose to live
free from the grip of a loveless give
and as we rise, our hearts now light
we shine with a love that's pure and bright
In the quiet hours, we find our voice
a whisper of hope, a heartfelt choice
to let go of the fear that bound
and step into a love that's unbound
As morning's light creeps over the sea
our sorrow's lifted, wild and free
and in its place, a peace that's deep
a sense of calm, a heart that keeps
With every step, we walk away
from the shadows that once held sway
and into the light, we slowly stray
toward a love that's guiding us on our way
In the beauty of a new-born day
we find the strength to drive the fear away
and as we rise, our hearts now bold
we shine with a love that's young and old
With every beat, our hearts now sing
a song of hope, a love that clings
to the beauty of a brand new start
a fresh beginning, a loving heart
In the whispers of a gentle breeze
we hear the voice of love's sweet ease
a reminder that we're not alone
a love that's with us, a heart that's home
There are things I won’t forget about my past.
Lessons, many strewn throughout my heart and soul.
Endless tears sometimes bleed, feel they’ll ever last.
Those tears pass by, and I know they’ve made me whole.
I’ve been blessed to know God wouldn’t leave me downcast.
His love and grace, bound to comfort and console.
Where He leads, I’ll follow, seeking His relief.
He restores my hope and peace, soothing my grief.
There are restless lures that try to dim my light,
Despite my worst fear, I have One who is brave.
For my soul, He isn’t scared to stand up and fight.
He’s the King who died for sinners He forgave.
Since I know Him as my Lord, my heart is right,
Oh, my, my, how I love that King who can save!
Reflected in each dawn are hints of His love.
He always stirs my heart with joy from above.
There is music He plays, love so like a song,
His gentle love feels like the sweetest embrace.
Where I’m downright weak, He makes me fully strong.
When I’m most humble, He tells me of His grace.
Knowing love like this will never lead you wrong.
I’m so eager to meet Jesus face-to-face.
When I leave this world, I know He will meet me.
I’m grateful for my Jesus of Galilee.
Initialising silhouettes submit to midwinter dawn
Beginning willingly to swallow colour of choices
Fledgelings' flamboyant campaigns display oblivion
Audacious adolescents distribute chafing thoughts
Attach entire esteem to securing peer approval
Frivolous get transfixed in youth's lurid allure
Bustling balloons launch from high vaulting hearts
Adventurers revel in joy during jaunty occasions
Concerned observers avoid havoc's banquet
Money cascades proportionate to patrons' appraise
Circumspect travel with kaleidoscope analysis
Attentively pensive address torrid scheduling
Pallid consideration accompanies shaded misers
Assorted sections bolstered by merciful sharers
Principled accord favoured by fate's ultimation
Aura of agitation promotes copious desires
Hushed heeders find freedom in relinquishing
Dilating ease determines to exit temptation
Plethora of pleasures pledged by reoccurring sunrise
Replenished spirit operates as a doting shepherd
Validates delight in desiphered silence
Supreme reckoning denounces pretentious credentials
Clarity invades tainted captivity's insatiable tirade
Mortal manuscript mirrors sequel's assembling
20th April 2020
Submitted to Chantelle Anne Cooke's
Best NA Poem 2020 Re run
Here in the Kali Yuga (Dark Age)
We are no longer sustained by the high
And mighty order of Tradition
Instead waves of chaos
Swell on the tide of freedom
What was high is brought low
And what was low is held high
If only for an instant
As eventually all men
Rise and fall to their natural level.
Here in the Kali Yuga
As we wander blindly in the dark, dissolution reigns
And so as we wouldn’t expect a child
To understand why
We shouldn’t expect the newborn woke mass
To understand who they are or what they do
These are the times of dissolution after all
When the ignorant embrace their ignorance as wisdom.
To everything its season
- this being the season of destruction and want -
To everyone their time
- this being the time to retreat and preserve -
Till when the tide turns and flood abates
And the scorched and scoured earth regrows.
Then even the children of the flood
May see the need to know
And perhaps their children will inherit
A capacity and ability evolution
Chose a generation to skip.
Until then we wait in silence
In caves and archipelagos
And gather the inner forces
We’ll need to face the dawn.
(12/1/23)
NIGHT FAIRY
The street lights broken, it’s dark and scary
Shrill cry of nocturnal owl pierced ears.
Yet to walk alone : Me the night fairy.
Happily I can proceed without fear.
Crickets rub wings creating scratchy noise.
Serene sublime silence of night broken.
Warm glow of glow worms at night turquoise.
I listen to my soul till unspoken.
No Moon, cloudy night, charcoal, pitch black.
Not a wonder, me to wander whole night.
Nothing visible, left- right, front - back.
To reach at the end of street when Sun is bright.
Charismatic charm of darkness as gone:
I am quite ready to fly at early dawn.
I haven't seen a spring time,
In a long, long while,
That didn't lift the heart a bit,
And bring a little smile.
I feel the sun so warm and sweet,
The Spring time air so light,
And filled with music everywhere,
As song birds end their flight.
Warm Spring rains will melt the snow,
Remains from Winter past,
Encouraging new growth,
From sleeping things to wake at last.
Now the garden and the woodlands,
Burst forth in garments new.
The fresh new scent of Spring time,
Bright colors of all hue.
The birds, the bees, the butterflies,
There's nothing quite like Spring.
Everything so fresh and new,
The grass so soft and green.
I have to stop and thank The Lord,
From whom all good things come,
For the wonder that surrounds me,
From dawn to setting sun.
Every ray of sun,
is the trembling string of dawn’s guitar,
searching for a hymn
to strum through your bright petals.
At the break of day,
you are there,
when the first blush of sunlight
streams through a nearby wood
flows through a clearing
parts the mist
then threads itself through the doorway
into your open waiting heart.
Like a compass attracts
the Earth's magnetic field,
you quiver open to bloom,
humming soft chromatic chords
of shimmered radiance and color
resonating in your blooms.
Praise drifts towards you,
soft as caresses sighing on warm cheeks—
with hushed, whispered murmurs of wonder
from bees, birds, and passers by
who marvel at your
iridescent aura.
For every blossom
summons its own dawn choir
of light and joyous sound in chorus
birds, breezes, bees, morning mists—
all find voice to
rejoice in a hymn of praise
to you the flower at dawn.
They built their homes of crystal praise,
Then sold us bricks of shame.
Each window gleamed with spotless haze,
While every neighbor took the blame.
The mayor preached of modest needs
From a throne of imported gold.
He watered plastic virtue seeds
And called the harvest brave and bold.
The gossip queen wore angel wings,
White feathers pinned with spite.
She blessed the town with wholesome things,
Then sharpened rumors every night.
The preacher cursed the gamblers' vice,
His sermon fierce and loud.
Yet counted silver twice and thrice
Behind a curtain, safe from crowd.
We watched them hurl their polished stones,
A sport the righteous love.
The glass sang back in cracking tones
Like judgment from above.
By dawn, their mansions sparkled less,
The fractures plain to see.
For every saint who plays at perfection
Leaves fingerprints on hypocrisy.
Ailing and feeble,
She knew,
She hadn’t much time to stay,
She knew,
Her end of days drew closer,
Closer than she ever thought,
She would love to see him for the last time,
She would want to tell him what
she had kept in her closet these years,
Tears streamed down her eyes
as she wrote him a letter,
She wished a flying carpet would
take her across the ocean to meet him,
She wished none but him holding her hand
when the night chariot came for her,
She slid the letter in a bottle
and threw it in the ocean,
It moved in rhythmic flow as it sailed away,
A letter from yesterday evening,
She sent to its recipient at dawn,
The ways of the water none can predict,
The ways of the water none can foretell,
Only the Lord of time and seasons
has its chapters and verses before him,
It eventually arrived at its destination,
Only it was a few years too late,
For she had long gone,
Only her grave stood as a memorial.
March 10, 2022.