Long Dawn to dusk Poems
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I’d rather be a biker than a snowflake.
A biker on the roads can race,
Ride freely to any old place,
No one dares get in their face,
I’d rather be a biker than a snowflake.
The snowflakes march, but never fly
In sheer numbers their courage relies,
They march for peace, but violence cry,
I’d rather be a biker than a snowflake.
I’d rather be a lumberjack, than a hipster.
Wearing plaid, but not posturing,
A chainsaw or an axe I’d swing,
And send mighty trees a-toppling.
I’d rather be a lumberjack, than a hipster.
The hipster would sooner hug a tree,
And when they drink a beer that’s cheap,
They claim they do it ‘ironically…?’
I’d rather be a lumberjack, than a hipster.
I’d rather be a cowboy than a hippie.
I’d ride the range from dawn to dusk,
Wild horses I would try to bust,
On wild bulls I’d try my luck,
I’d rather be a cowboy than a hippie.
A hippie might think riding mean,
Eschew the beef, and other meets,
Prattle on about being ‘green,’
I’d rather be a cowboy than a hippie.
Words Not For The Faint Of Heart
Commemoration for those gone before
Affectation of all you continue to adore
Altercation at the start of a burgeoning world war
Annihilation of the injured, innocent and poor
Commensurate collusion of the parliamentary debate
Irreverent confusion at the celebration of the state
Degenerate delusion as they refuse to integrate
Protectorate protrusion while the masses consecrate
Augmentation of the algorithm just to watch you bleeding concentration
Abdication of the firm decision to be needing an invitation
Applications that are stern in their derision of the cheapest imitation
Admiration of the vision that requires an invocation
Cosmological wonder at the formation of a star
Chronological plans asunder as the organisation takes things too far
Pedagogical pathways go under like the motorisation of the car
Methodological melodies make thunder as the applause acknowledges every bar
Broken by the aftermath of all this rhythmical thinking
Woken by a polymath of history missed while I was blinking
Spoken words meets sociopaths inside a ship that’s sinking
Token forms of telepathic silence that sees me winking
Altercations of a race in danger from dawn to dusk to midnight fire
Annexation of a border to cross when life inside becomes too dire
Amputation of a limb that has begun to gangrene and expire
Affectation that is over the top as my neurons need to rewired
By Elizabeth Moroz copyright
Sports, Sports, Sports
Weather, Weather, Weather
News, News, News
TV's come untethered
Business, Business, Business
Politics left and right
From dawn to dusk, and onto evening
And far into the night
Pundits, Experts, Talking Heads
Some quite lively, some quite dead
Studio audiences and callers-in
Vying to be heard above the din
Hundreds of channels, options galore
Comedies, movies, talk shows and more
For the serious viewer, watch a docu-drama
Decked out in bathrobe, slippers, and pajamas
Is all this really better than the 'good old days'
When there were only four channels, only four ways
To while away the time, potato chips and couch
~ The fare then far superior, I'll bet you'd avouch
Lost Love
In that long dark sadness of your leaving
Neither star nor moon will give light to me
And no sunlit dawn will ease my grieving,
Neither time nor distance enlighten me.
But return with love as your alibi
And your excuses for departing done.
Then does the bright dawn light the darkened sky
And hope reborn with the arisen sun.
Should your stay be shorter than a Winter’s day
When the scarcely lit hours cold comfort give,
Then leave and let me with sharp sorrow stay
And in darkening dusk’s dying hours live.
Your name is joy and joyful your return,
But not to return; dawn to dusk will turn.
07/21/18
Once,
I saw rainbows,
across the tear washed sky.
Their iridescent gleam
illumining the astral realm
and spilling down into the waters below.
Buds burgeoning on every branch,
Flowers opening their delicate folds,
and summer bees spiraling around,
gathering nectar for frosty days.
Saw radiant smiles gleaming past,
angelic babes’ innocent face,
Men toiling from dawn to dusk
going about their lives’ odyssey,
Speeding vehicles moving down
as ants, in an unbroken chain,
Nature, posing from time to time
in silken green, amber gold
and in dazzling white
Everything fleeted past,
as through the window
of a speeding train.
Neither did they linger long
nor were they daubed bright
in paints variegated,
on my mind's impressionable canvas
to call them back to mind at will.
I lived my life in acute haste.
Colors, shades and myriad scenes
passed me by as common sight
But now with a heavy mist blocking out my sight
and an inexorable darkness
covering me like a shroud,
plunging me, all of a sudden, into a perpetual night
where sun beams never again shall fall,
I realize with a jolt, how much I have missed
and how much more I will miss!
Sleeping with their night lights on
From dawn to dusk, from dusk to dawn
Children learn to fear the dark
Adults learn to numb their hearts
But when you’re grown and all alone
Still the shadows haunt your home
But truth be told; when nights are cold
It’s not the dark that chills our bones
Something darker scares our souls
We’re not afraid of darkness
We’re afraid of what’s within it
So flip the switch, turn on the light
To ward off creatures of the night
Assure yourself once or twice
That they can’t come into the light
But still they come, day and night
The light doesn’t kill them
It helps them hide
Dawn to dusk
Redeems our chant
And Monks gather to thee
In Chorus we sing
Hallelujah power and glory be
Trumpets the Angels
Oh so heavenly
We drink of love the life of his blood
We thirst for peace on Earth
Amongst the tabernacle
Echoes the masonary
Our prayer of past in my heart
born are scriptures
Our history
The goat kneels upon the havoc
Witness the angels who see
To the left is his pew
Upon the velvet sewn
By fair hand
Mary Our mother
Praise she's coming home
The bread of life the blood in you
We feed to thee
In Chorus we sing
The lambs are we
Hallelujah power and glory be
Trumpets the Angels
Oh so heavenly
The lamb kneels upon the havoc
Witness the angels who see
To the right we sit
Upon the velvet sewn
By fair hand
Mary Our mother
She has returned
We are coming home
Buckfast Abbey
Written: March 31st, 2024 for Matt Caliri Coagulation Contest
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Finally, my blood began to coagulate;
I am initially concerned over poor fate,
Right away, I would lose a lot of blood.
Rich red hues wisely swing to warm tunes,
Every one of my atoms is as yours in pure gold,
When I xerox a warm lawn, I lie down and loiter.
Oh, what a tangled-up issue I had,
When I failed to tie a necessary knot,
But I need avail knotting a loop,
No one knew how to tie the exact knot I sought!
I hope my last breath is a grateful sigh
There's tightness in the core of my spine,
A knot bound with vibrant fuchsia rope,
That I've never managed to sort out.
A few nodded and hid my anxious gaze,
Some have enjoyed tightening it,
Skilled seafarers with stunning ties,
It allows a Full ship of pain and anguish.
Unrestful, between,
Dawn-to-dusk scars
Torn glimpses ooze riddles,
Flashes of a vacuum,
Thorny puzzle to soak,
To a soiled hook as hefty as my body,
Surrounded by bitter words and nails,
Untying harsh knots was never desired.
No one pulled an anger rope to set it free,
My sigh was not pulled out carelessly,
Longtime guarding in my throat,
Nobody has freed me.
Paraphrasing Non-Literal try
(148: Tagore/Geetanjali/verses)
With one humble nudge, o dear reverie
One humble nudge
Every grain of soul, submissive in all,
may bless you in thee, tranquil serenity.
Dense downpouring clouds, thick with a may, rainy day
Humbled with a gentle gesture that long induced, understood
With one humble nudge, o dear reverie
One humble nudge
Mind in entirety may place thy soul
to hold thy name, embraced.
Diversified yearning underneath, floating a melody, brimming
Quench the soul in sublimation, to humble beyond a delight
With One humble nudge, o dear reverie
One humble nudge
The flight of a song may reach the destined
A silent nuance of cozy warmth blessed is she!
A mindful caravan of pilgrims, a swan as she
then the days run through the dawn to dusk, entirety
With one humble nudge, o dear reverie
One humble nudge
My life may serve in flight, delight
Surpassing the grandiose death, beyond, instead.
Acknowledgement
Home
Verses
Geetanjali
148
8-28-2024
'Her'
1. Like tracks on snow, she left a dent in my heart.
Bold, dark, and beautiful she was.
Praised by her underdogs, she sought.
Blessed by the heavens with humor; charming and smart.
2. She burst through the doors, wearing a smile I found plain at first sight.
If only I had known, it would grow to become my greatest plight.
Mom taught me to believe in goodness and sincerity in all.
She recalled her dark views of the fairy-lit city, said it was 'maul'.
3. Was she heaven-sent? Angel-speak or Hell-created?
Under the passion of her touch, the bed creaks
Like diamonds crafted from an unassuming rock, she seized my attention.
Hand in hand, we were synchronized. Her frankness, I desperately hated.
4. Stumbled down the rabbit hole of her enchantment.
Dancing and singing all night in her golden slippers.
Cinderella.
Hoping the night will run forever.
Pitter-patter raindrops washing away the deception in our agreement.
5. From dawn to dusk, we take the same steps daily.
Hair skipping in the wind, she is my friend, my love letters mailing.
In my deepest daydreams, I pretend she is a moth and I am the flame.
Someday, it will make it all easier to earn the blame.
6. Loved her like winter, cold, distant, and destructive.
Who knew infatuation and trust were pals on opposite coins?