Long Daybreaks Poems

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Premium Member Myriad Mountain Hues

Dusty rose and orange gold when daybreaks;
And burnished reds and mauve at setting sun.
The mountains in shades of beauty awakes;
And retires to the same when day is done.

The mountains are massed in riotous blooms,
While sometimes obscured by lemony clouds,
As heady scents drift all the afternoons,
And into nights, appearing in dark shrouds.

Now and then crowned by such lovely rainbows,
Before birds sing to the warm lilac nights,
So still in dreams of June's golden yellows,
With its humming life, and butterfly flights!

Daytime and nighttime bring endless beauty,
Through sunlit mountains hued so profusely.
Form: Sonnet


Premium Member Wings of a Dove

 
lovely, is love
wings of a dove

kisses feathery as snowflakes
like heavenly sent sweet magic
lost in an ocean pelagic
ethereal until daybreaks

like heavenly sent sweet magic
but, there are days when the heart aches
and there are days when my world shakes
lost in an ocean pelagic

lovely, is love
like heavenly sent sweet magic
love gives and never ever takes
lost in an ocean pelagic
wings of a dove . . . 

wings of a dove
lovely, is love

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November 19, 2021


Poetry/Ballad/wings of a dove
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1408-382-19
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France


Written for the Premier contest, Meditative Ballad
sponsor, Emile Pinet, Judged 01/22/2022

Second Place
Form: Ballad

Premium Member Yet I Remain

Yet I Remain


There are no tethers, yet I remain,
no locked doors or barred windows,
no walls, no chained gates, no guards,
for I am free, of and from, any bondage
to this world - save love.

These bonds do not constrain my love
they light the way that I may see its beauty,
adjust the lighting lest a shadow pass
across my heart.  Such bonds are not
a limitation, they are the gleam of sunlight
reflecting on the surface of a waiting moon.

This invisible web, more delicate than the
finest spider spun silk, resonates the hum
of distant breezes, holds to daybreaks
dew drop dreams, enfolds in perfect
symmetry one half of whole.

This power to be unattached yet still
connected, a pebble reaching out
in rippling touch, a thought, its only
true vibration, caressing with its freedom
those still longing to be free.


For PD’s -  ‘a poem you have not entered in a past contest #11’
John G. Lawless

Premium Member Desperate Hope

While gelid breezes of winter, quiver emotions of decaying rays,
And arc of horizon cedes to dusk, evoking grimace of malaise,
Casting shadows tenebrous, shrouding glimmer of a slowing day,
Desperate hope lingers still, in resplendence of autumn’s decay;

Gawking in yonder, where gamboge-orange woodlands fade,
Reminiscing in seasons harkening, realms of love now evade,
Mindful of the broken vows, when grievous calls destiny made,
When forever promises receded, and pledges eternal strayed.

Love now mulls~ if kiss of passion was a subtext of final goodbye?
Was it the last tear of hapless eyes; a bawl of love gone awry?
A silent protest, concealing mindfully, anguish of a forlorn sigh?
Was it the clamor of jilted desires, love enamored chose to decry?

Springs of past summon hope, having risen from wintry throe,
Nights of nightmare cede to dreams in halo of daybreaks aglow,
As candle of love revives hearts, fueled by inspirations of soul,
When whispers of sensuous hints, aspirations of romance cajole.

Desperate hope expounds repentance, vying healing through time,
Unsure if, pleadings in atonement, will redeem future sublime;
Whether love saplings will ever sprout, from ashes of passions bygone,
If dreams forsaken will blossom, in womb of tomorrow’s dawn.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member What If There Was No Tomorrow

Meaning of oath no longer has a covenant
Guaranteeing to future commitment of pledge
Rendering futile all promises of yesterdays 
As grief ridden past dominates today's sorrow
For hope's now dead, as there's no tomorrow.

Yet, I reminisce within glory of daybreaks
And opulence of colors in grandeur of sunsets
Spinning on earth's axis as night follows day
Across all continents where vast oceans reign,

And vibrant blue sky makes bold new claims
About perpetual dawns boasting on its domain
Bond of enduring love that never ever ends
Where enchanted dreams ecstatically chase.

Alas, I grasp grudgingly realities I must face--
Eternal that was indelible lasts only till today
And definition of infinity forever has changed--
Precious little time left that was once endless.

So I bid farewell, before world-beloved dissipates,
To memoirs of yore, allures of tomorrow;
Shedding all regrets, purging lovelorn woes,
Cherishing instead most intimate ornate secrets
Arrayed in desires of beautiful flower bouquets
Granting love romantic stage for one final play.

August 21, 2019
Placed 1st: What if there was no tomorrow contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Form: Verse


Premium Member Morning Dew

When morning dew holds moonlight’s shine
    It’s glistened blush as night declines
    Unveiled by daybreaks grand display
  As breeze blows soft, a shimmered sway

   Clear lunar nights are brushed sublime
When morning dew holds moonlight’s shine
        All objects basking in its glow
   Gleam with a textured, raised plateau

  From deep within the moon’s soft beam
      A gentle kiss to daylight’s stream
When morning dew holds moonlight’s shine
    It sings like night and day combined

   That sparkled glint on morning’s brow
   A diamond’s hue the moon’s endowed
  Can reach your heart when eyes inclined 
When morning dew holds moonlight’s shine
© David Mohn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatern

Premium Member Purple Cues In Orchid Motifs

Glorious hues arise from halo of morning sky
As dreamy eyes take me on a wondrous ride
Where cottony clouds scatter layers of purple
Adorning with shades of heliotrope flowers.

On my ride I visualize a celestial place on earth
Hearing fairy tales from fabled views unfolding,
And I ask my yawning bushes to vacate at once
So I can plant my lilac garden in sunrise colors.

Mesmerized by purple cues in orchid motifs
My day traversed gaily in enchanting overtones,
When clouds spewing gray darkened my show
Blocking twilight from glistening reddish glow.

Having lost sunrise, I hang on to sinking sunset
Assured by its scenic prowess I build my place
Near the lone lamp on street that is yet to be lit
Yearning for vistas of my daydream to repeat.

My place now occupies best of both worlds
Rising with mornings and setting with evenings,
Mimicking splendid hues of evocative contexts
Adoring fervent daybreaks and dreamy sunsets.

February 15, 2018
First Place:Sunrise and sunset contest by Silent One
Also placed first in ultimate 2018 contest by Brian Strand

Premium Member I Kiss My Dreams Floating Away

I kiss my dreams floating away
in gentle breaths as light as air
they drift in freedom as they stray
adventurous without a care

As evening shadows slow intrude
I kiss my dreams floating away
caress this darkened interlude
as moonlights aura has its way

fine shadows in a splash of grey
borne weightlessly above dawns mist
I kiss my dreams floating away
Lips moistened in a silent tryst

Awakening to daybreaks hush
I fear my lovers I betray
Arising in full bodied blush
I kiss my dreams floating away

(photo #2)
©9/29/2021

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Form: Quatern

Premium Member A Glimpse of Heaven

The light was fading,
Casting shadows all around
Shadows forming pictures
Upon the walls
And on the ground
Objects seem to appear
From somewhere out of space
When daybreaks
These objects take on a different face
A breeze is gently blowing
Making autumn leaves dance
Floating effortlessly
As their magnificent colours
Putting the onlooker in a trance.
Nature is always giving,
With every season it brings
Sometimes unforgiving
It can have a nasty sting.
From the fluttery of wings
And the brilliance of the sky
Nature makes life worth living.
Who could ask for more
A glimpse of heaven on earth
I know that for sure
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Alarm Clock

We need an alarm clock for daybreaks
For morning calls
For embarking on special expeditions
But down in a poor village
The cock crows
The cold wind blows
The night fades
The mountains covered with mist
The grass wetted
The birds sing
But there is neither bustle of life
Nor ringing of an alarm clock
Inside the cottage
Oh, the parents have long awakened 
Before dawn
Their morning begins at four o'clock
Before the night retreats
They are on their ways
To the rubber estates
Their long-built habits
Are their only imagery alarm clock
Mechanical  alarm clocks are only 
For their schooling children

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