Long Daybreak Poems
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I walked towards the window and part the curtain with my hands and gazed at the distance moon with its fleeting light hovering in the sky and the stars around it moves slowly with a majestic pride and daylight merges with the night flickering long rays of light all over the benevolent sky.
I stood there for a while and absorb the scene and the solitude saturate its beams around me and the credence of the soul meet with the conscience of the mind and the meeting was divine.
For the first time I felt your spirit in confrontation with mine doing something appealing, the bliss entered the list and the swallow looking at us and humming a merry little tune. We penetrate each other for a brief moment scanning conscience and soul while we listen to the bird sings.
There are moments that you will never capture again and people that you will never see again, but as the night unfolds my heart began to open to thee. It is that special magic that embraces the meticulous person in you and the trees in all its rapture spread its branches around my song and moment suddenly fade.
I stood at the window for a while and observe the light blazing in the sky hot air meet with cold air making music in the heavens while the earth pressure passes by.
I could hear the fishermen on the boat out in the deep complaining about the lost sheep, their thunderous voice rumbles in ocean as they compete with the big waves flaunting in the sea.
The mountain stood still and held its composure and the night kept holding on to its rapture, the sky meet below the hill and the moving shadows give me the chill.
The earth began to move and the mountain began to shake and next thing I knew it was daybreak, I look out the window once more to make sure that the moon is there and I clench firmly on to my sanity.
Sleepy eyes, unhurried by the light,
Stirring the morning with song,
Dazzling shafts charm away the bleak night.
Whispered prayers are morning’s birthright,
She sighs across souls all her lifelong.
Sleepy eyes, unhurried by the light.
Glistening stars rouse poetry which I write,
Fragile as the moon who boasts of being strong.
Dazzling shafts charm away the bleak night.
Reflections of grace I see in hindsight,
Breaking through the mist, joy to prolong,
Sleepy eyes, unhurried by the light.
Serenity in the heart, there in black and white,
Scented by soft hopes and prayers, never wrong.
Dazzling shafts charm away the bleak night.
Hastening across the lives, beautiful and bright,
Remembering the souls who seem so headstrong…
Sleepy eyes, unhurried by the light,
Dazzling shafts charm away the bleak night.
Olivia spent four hours a day ignoring her huff,
she stitched her dress by hand since there was no sewing machine;
why did she choose a green color to honor a monarchic regime,
or was it undying hope to sustain her lonely life?
Her sweetheart had gone to invade Russia expecting delusion;
was Napoleon Bonaparte to blame for her sorrow and trepidation?
Would Philippe return to France and marry her in Notre Dame's Cathedral at daybreak?
Would she wear her laced green dress even though he would die in a violent snowdrift?
Olivia stitched and stared at The Arch of Triumph from her wide window,
dreaming of seeing her sweetheart walk beneath it with that soldier's pride,
making all Parisians hail him as their hero as every cathedral's bell would chime...
she would be the happiest belle wearing that green dress in the crowds below.
Only one hundred thousands soldiers returned to France, many died on Russian soil:
tattered, deluded and defeated, they crossed the Seine River without a chant...
Napoleon's imperial plan had failed: heart-wrenching was the death toll;
Olivia's face was drenched in desperate tears...imagine her discontent!
I lifted myself as though I were made of light,
Walking proudly upon the skin of the earth,
Blinded by the arrogance of unlearned ways,
Stumbling forward, deaf to the voice of wisdom,
Living as if life itself bowed to my command.
But with each step, unseen vines clung to me,
Clouds gathered, the heavens tore with lightning,
A single bolt split the trembling ground,
The ancestors’ fury set the soil ablaze,
And I watched the lamp of life dim into night.
One heavy evening I closed my weary eyes,
And sleep swept me into visions,
Not dreams, but the deep ancestral kind,
Drawing me into the dark belly of the ocean,
Where unseen beings circled in the silence,
Their breath purifying the air around my soul.
They touched me with truth wrapped in tenderness,
Unfolding the teachings that shape a life,
Washing away the stains of forgotten ages,
Revealing the secret architecture of strength,
Unearthing mysteries long buried in dust.
A fresh page opened gently before me,
A new purpose written in lines of light,
A glimpse of tomorrow shining clear as dawn;
And new eyes were gifted to me,
Eyes that pierce the veiled, hidden places.
I rose adorned in a mantle of glory,
I rose bearing the quiet power to heal,
And at daybreak I awoke unbound, renewed,
A creature born a second time.
My voice transformed,
My tongue sharpened with truth and breath,
And so I walk this world,
Reborn.
Standing where shadows meet daybreak,
I've been seen—and unseen—a thousand times before.
The familiar angles of my life
cast in predictable patterns across the floor.
But what if—just once—the sun shifted?
What if clouds parted differently,
or night fell from another direction?
The parts of me you recognize
might be invisible to someone else,
while the fragments I try to hide
shine brightest to a stranger.
See how the ordinary becomes remarkable
when bathed in a different light?
I've spent years learning the contours of my reflection,
memorizing which angles to present,
which shadows to embrace.
But maybe I've been standing in the same spot too long,
afraid to see what happens
when the light catches me off-guard.
So illuminate me differently.
Let me stand beneath unfamiliar stars,
or the gentle glow of a question
I've never been asked before.
Because in a different light,
I might discover parts of myself
I never knew were there—
Dormant colors waiting to bloom,
stories etched in places
I never thought to look.????????????????
Darkness fell like the heavy cloak of fear,
Bursting all around the cross,
So I could see the grief erasing His life,
His grace, though, still glistened – sweating
Breathless mercy, even in this state
When absolution meant giving up the moment
Breaking through the darkness, vanishing
From the earth, dying – in the ultimate sacrifice
Pouring from hearts, tears clung to lashes
Moaning, mourning, making haste
Through the torn words, “It is finished”
Comes the heart wrenching ending, the final
Expression from One who is more beautiful
Than the moon or stars, more inspiring
Than the stirring of daybreak, when the reflections
From the dew kiss away the night, the darkest dread
Fragrant spices emptied over His wounds, tenderly
Remembering His wisdom, His kindness, His gentleness
Tears fall onto the mangled body, the One who gave
Up every ounce of blood so that those who believe,
Those who follow His lead, could be rescued by the flow,
His gift of grace, flooding the souls who know Him
As light, as love, as the Son from above who brought to
This world, the greatest gift of hope, the gift of redemption
Grieving filled the land where this man had been crucified,
Hearts were breaking, agonizing, reminded of the One
Who had touched lives with His miracles, His promises, His
Forgiveness… His touch remains the greatest gift on earth,
The only gift worth living for and the only One worth dying for
Wonder so generous and compassionate, a touch so blessed
It feels like there is peace in the promise, breakthrough
In the consolation, liberation from darkness, freedom’s touch
Savoring the last moments of His tenderness, followers
Gathered in hopes of somehow saving Him – yet
It would become apparent, after three days in the tomb –
Those who knew Him would be favored by God
When they realized He had risen and His love still flowed,
Still blessed, still flavored hearts and souls with grace
That can’t be described – grace that is alive, like the heart
Who He inspires with this joy that comes from tasting of His wonderful!
Sensual Planeta---
when will the clouds fold back, releasing the daybreak
for the separation of the blues
stratosphere and seas and waters grounded
smells of heaven myrrh
heaven scent frankincense hues
aromatic Planeta
Tierra aromática
Cuando las nubes se doblan hacia atrás, liberando el amanecer
para la separación del blues
estratosfera y mares y aguas a tierra
olores del cielo mirra
aroma del cielo incienso
Tierra aromática
Sensual planeta---
when will the clouds fold back, releasing the daybreak
for the separation of the blues
stratosphere and seas and waters grounded
smells of heaven myrrh
heaven scent frankincense
aromatic Tierra
Sensual Planeta
1/12/19
Standard Contest 160, Any Form, Any Theme, Up to A Max Of 20 Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
As the day closes in, I thank You, Lord
For new tidings which sweetened my heart ,
Like morning’s rich daybreak; a few trials
When noises of doubt changed into quietude
Reminding me all the love, light bestowed;
Upon my family, my kin in this world,
And even through budding of fresh roses.
Somehow, I linger now to feel your presence
Rays caressing all my tiredness,
As holy grace drifts within my being
Like the ways of Your unseen hands,
Flowing around and ever towards me...
That I stand in humility, in renewed faith,
Giving praise unto this moment created
Just for me. For all of these blessings,
I give you all that I am through Your mercy.
And so it is, dearest God. Amen.
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Prayer Contest of Eve Roper
8/18/2016
Whence comes this hoof beat pounding of my heart
such thunderous roar to overwhelm my head
reduce me to a pawn of crimson tart
return again to arms too often fled.
Perchance the scent of pheromonal lust
adrift upon the aura of her flesh
ignites once more the hope so often crushed
rekindling a love no one could bless.
Thus does she satisfy her flaming need
and with the scented hope of parting's kiss
corral once more the hobbled, tortured steed
within a heart that longs for only this.
Beware the promise of cold daybreak lies
a whisper in the heat of sated sighs.
1/30/2020
English Sonnet Poetry Contest
N/A 2/7/2020
Silence trembles - With the light of morning,
Dawn’s caress stirs, then calms
With intimate whispers
Impressions delightful, like a smile
Inviting heartfelt excitement
Silence echoes - Past the hand of darkness
Reflecting the kindness
Binding up wounds of doubt
Amazed and inspiring, creating
Laughter and joy – dazzling
Hues so vibrant, arising
From the flow of a smile abiding
Inside the spirit who knows
His loves sends assurance and hope
Silence embraces - Flames of passion, adoration
Fiery blaze of wishes
Imaginary kisses, blessings
Who promise the wind to erase
Every gray cloud, early fog
Easy shadows who sometimes fade
Into the mystery of daybreak
And the sound of a memory, a tale
Breathed beneath the rainstorm
Who tells of seclusion and secrets
Stitching wounds who tell of pasts
Who live in the heart of grace
Silence rises – in those who know
It is love – who comforts the soul