Long Good morning Poems
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I saw a Bird
This morning I saw a bird up in a tree
A most beautiful bird I ever did see
A pure white dove as white as snow
It came for a visit to let me know
Good morning my friend
What a lovely day,
Iv come for a chat ,
Please come my way
He flew to the bench
And sat on the arm
I sat down beside him
He had such charm
He said it's like this
Iv been sent from above
There's no need to worry
Gods message has come
He stands there beside you
There at your side
He knows you are hurting deep inside
He knows your in pain,
And life's hard as you know
He sending an angel
I thought I'd let you know
He knows you are grieving
For the life you had
And he said for me to tell you
Just give it time
For each flower that opens
Into a beautiful bloom
Time will be passing
It will heal your wounds
God is beside you
The Angels are here
Just hold out your hand
And they will be there
The beautiful white dove
Had to say good bye
As he flew off
Angels fill the sky .
I sat on the bench All alone
I knew God was beside me
I really wasn't alone ,
Susan Gage
The Bushmen of the Kalahari Desert grow up listening to the stars…
and feeling the joy their music brings….
but for most of us the stars are silent…we have never heard them sing.
Nor can we talk to the flowers, the forest…the oceans
and all the animals who within them dwell…
We’ll never know the adventures they’ve had…
never hear the stories they can to tell.
The Bushmen have an explanation for this…a simple reason why:
So many of us have lost our connection to the the land…the seas…the sky.
So I’ve been doing a little experiment with the rabbits I see on my walk…
when I see them I stop…close my eyes…and in my head we have a little talk.
I say, Good Morning Rabbits…do not be afraid…do not be alarmed….
I just want to say hello…I won’t cause you any harm.
I tell them not to worry…that I will soon be on my way…
I hope that they are happy and to have a wonderful day.
Of course at first they ran away…back into the bushes, the grasses…the woods.
I wasn’t sure if they heard me…or if the did…they understood.
But lately they’ve stopped running…they don’t find me so offending…
I think, perhaps, my words and thoughts they might be comprehending…
Or perhaps it’s nothing more than simply rabbit curiosity
I can’t be sure because, no matter how much I talk to them…
they have yet to talk to me.
But now that I have their attention…
I let them know they are welcome to talk to me too…
that they can take their time…that I’ll be listening when they do.
These rabbits are the first connection I’m trying to make…
on them many of my hopes and dreams are clinging….
because if this experiment works…who knows…
perhaps…
one day…
I’ll hear the songs the stars are singing.
good morning
the entry below is a "goshi" format
before anyone makes a comment on the format
for all of us who have posted on various sites
know each site has their own definition guideline and rule
it should be universal but we all know it isn't
it escapes me from which site I found the format
more than one stanza would make it a goshi suite
just as a tanka suite or haiku and senyru suite
I would further like to say
I'm certain we have all joined in on the format challenges
writing an entry from a to z with every format
the two hardest for me will always be the chant royal and sonnet
for those of you who continuously write in the formats
blessings to you and you have my truest respect and admiration
thank you
with all this being said
here is my "goshi" format
one stanza with rhyming optional
and with no rule of meter or unmeter
I listed my entry under light verse poetry
"beyond compare"
have I told you the worth of your open arms
have I showed you my love and the all of it
not because of your smile or sparkling eyes
and not because we express dress to undress
with illumination you move me beyond compare
SkyWatcher
03-07-23
I have often seen perfidious faces
wandering through dark hallways
without showing any human resemblance:
ah, is it envy, ah is it jealousy;
or an unquenchable absurdity
that doesn't admit their open obstinance?
Unrestrained hate can turn us into unrecognizable monsters,
and these demons must carry out the plotted massacres
to be satisfied with the vengeful evil inflicted upon the strollers,
no pity is shown while the flesh gurgles with blood and shivers!
What should be the right penalty? Face death, or remain chained?
Before pulling the trigger: are we aware of the consequences?
Each person is responsible for their behavior: it's an ample hatred
never quenched by vengeance to feed its atrocious thoughts!
Unrestrained hatred can turn us into unrecognizable monsters,
who loves others never commits horrible acts of madness;
hey, do you love your neighbors? Hey, do you say, " Good Morning "
to them and wish them joy through the day with a happy feeling?
Good day, Sun;
so nice to see you.
At my age, despite
what odds I give I
can't get anyone to bet,
all wagering off, as to
whether, the following
morning, I will be earth-side
or aloft?
Good morning, Sun,
you're so bright and
cheerful, let us start the
day with an earful: God
put us both where we
are, for Light Reason~
Yours to charm the sky,
the tales of a season,
mine to focus and sigh
as I write of your dim
and bright – it is a turning
world I live in, some turns
seeming without caring
reason –
It is here where we depart –
yours a physics, while mine
of feeling heart; yours predictable,
to within seconds – cycles long
into years – mine, a wash, of
surprising joys then senseless
tears – yours, a place so long
in the sky, while my span, a
brief hello, and goodbye –
Some say, you have a soul,
not merely a dawn and a
hush – good morning, my friend,
your moon does seem to blush –
Good morning, folks, welcome to my show.
Come rain or shine, I’ll tell you what you need to know.
Up north it’s raining cats and dogs; even farther up
toward the border there’s brewing a storm in a teacup.
But it will be lightening fast, yes, just a tease.
And after it has passed, everything will be a breeze.
In the central area, they’ll be chasing rainbows.
Not to steal the anchorman's thunder, that’s just how it goes.
Down south, they’ll take a rain check on the rain.
Incidentally, our governor is a weather vane!
My head may be in the clouds, but I predict tomorrow will be fine.
In fact, divine; in every region we’ll be on cloud nine.
March came in like a lamb, so I predict it goes out like a lion.
Tie your things down well; in the wind they may be flyin'.
March 19, 2022
For Matt Caliri's You're A Weather Forecaster Poetry Contest
Every knee will bow and every tongue confess Jesus is Lord I believe is Prophecy
It is coming true
I know Love wins
My faith is in Jesus over all things I trust in You Yeshua
Trust in you always best friend from forever
knowing you are with me
I know you are here now
Yeshua I love you
I love you so much Yeshua
I Trust you always forever
Faith in you grows every second
I remember this year belongs to you
I have made so many friends in Life I know You have us all covered
They have no clue how much you have saved us
No one has any idea it makes me giggle
I saw eternity it was beyond speaking Words do not convey how amazing it will be
Thank you Jesus for this gift
This poem is for you
You told me that
each day you read
the poetry
I pen
It seems to be
the only way
to bring your smile
again
That life is tough
and troubles deep
the weight just brings
you down
And teardrops fall
upon your face
now painted with
a frown
But when you see
the words I write
your sadness
disappears
You read each verse
of endless love
forgetting all
your fears
For even in
your darkest hour
with worries you
conceal
My poetry
brings out the light
of happiness
you feel
Well, here we are
again today
as morning comes
in view
So now sit back
and read my words,
this poem is
for you
Good morning Soupers
Fountain there were you on the pose of modeling
I was silent bystander and with love smiling
Selfie after selfie were with the sun setting
Speck of the dusk dust on my shoes greeted leaving
Boring mind shed the evening rain to slack the heart
The moon and night went far away showing red card
The pen did not see the rising sun on east sky
Year Two Thousand Nineteen I bought with inside eye
Good morning to good night I was in me birds free
Helped me to live well the song of Lalon Shaiji
Passed Eleven stations of year hailed love lonely
In the twelfth station you can catch if you want me
Where I desire you without material gain
Surely there I'll make heaven of life with no pain
-December 01,2019 Chattogram
For the sake of heart’s desire, at times,
he trusted everything. For the uncertainty of life
he underwent many sleepless nights’ torment.
In the light skiff, however, he floats on the river
no one knows where it came from or where it pours into.
Although he did not persist that everything should be good,
nor he turned his back to the world because everything is wicked.
He wept the many nights away; he did pass the many days with anger. Nevertheless, in the skiff, he drifts along the flow of water.
Because good brings the hope to everyone who believes in it,
because evil leaves wounds not only to those involved but
even to one who does not deserve it,
he tried hard to be a good-hearted person
though he was denied, rejected, beaten, torn, and stoned by others.
Nevertheless, in the skiff, he floats on the river,
the river, some call good while others call it evil.
The torrential rain hits the surface of water
that carries the skiff loaded with no story to tell.
The violent wind passes through the river that carries the skiff
that unable to load all the stories
for he has too many stories to tell.
For it doesn’t matter anymore
whether to be called good or evil,
the river carrying the light skiff whirls in the abyss of oblivion.