Long Morn Poems
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As spring's golden sun rises awakening the fog. Its light reveals fog's gray clinging tenacles all about. A Dove coos softly singing in spaces opened up when the roosters quieten their chorus..The tree's dark silhouettes stand still for no breeze rustles the air this morn. Those Blackbirds are back their voices fill the Oaks with lively music. Then they go down upon the good earth to feed upon the rich food available. I don't even see anything there but they seem to find plenty everyday. It seems they are here to stay this year. They usually come for awhile then leave until about the same time the next year. I wonder if they are going to pair off and stay around. Only God knows if they will stay or leave. He has provided for the troup to have sufficient food everyday. All they have to do is come and feed. We His creation only have to come into His Presence each day for a short time, open our hearts and minds to hear His Voice. He is there waiting won't you come and feed upon His Word(The Bible) and then wait to hear His Voice for it is pleasant to the ears..
Contest-- Snow fantasy or Christmas Nostalgia
By-- Constance (La France)
" The white of snow is far than it appears"
By-- Poet
A ornament the land itself has worn,
First snow descends and settles on the ground;
It marks the present bright as Christmas morn,
A blanket soft where yesterday is drowned,
And stirs old longing waiting to be found.
The whispered prayers and laughter gently rise,
With tales of Santa drifting through the night;
A promise kept in every child’s surprise
The snowman’s scarf tucked warm against the white,
As snowfall brings each wandering heart home bright.
eerie emptiness
we float away
our vision distant
longing extinguished
from the world detached
ties disconnected
yet peace suffused
in this void-centric view
cloaked in aloneness
strangely intimate
then we are reeled in
to bliss drenched form
vibrant and aglow
in the borrowed light
loaned by presence
as gift of grace
which we imbibe
to rekindle dying ember
that refractions of love
radiate across space
as a tribute
to our creator
without further inquiring
about God’s divine plan
since our identity
as something separate
from the all that is
has been erased
in place of which we are
fullness in emptiness
emulsified in this urn
wherefrom emanates
the elixir of bliss
commingled with light
banishing darkness
One early morn on a cold and misty day I saw a man walking across the way
I was at the stop light, and about to make a U I said to myself, "That man's shoeless; what do I do?"
I turned left and met him just around the corner I said, "Sir, what happened to your shoes?"
He said, "Someone stole my shoes." I said to him, 'Here's your shoes."
He was baffled and hesitated, but finally accepted. The man who was shoeless, now had a pair of shoes
I was now headed home and barefooted. But at home, I had at least two pair of shoes.
08042017PSContest, Two Pair Of Shoes, John Lawless
As I watch from above...at the earth far below
I see wonderful things...from the light of my glow
I see flowers and bees...and rivers and seas
Butterfly's and bunnies...and tall green trees
I see children playing...having fun at the shore
I see couples fall in love...to the one's they adore
When I wake up each day...the sun winks "Good Morn"
Awaken by "Boy Blue"...he still blows his horn
The man in the moon...visits, time from time
Don't you know...he's a really good friend of mine
In the chills of some nights...and times when I'm bored
I think to myself...some memories I've stored
The one's I remember...make my arms glow so bright
Look up, you can see me twinkle...in the middle of the night
You Are A Star Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Nina Parmenter
7/4/2020
We danced so close our bodies impressed
Touches of want our whisperings expressed
Undulations, discovering below our dress
Our hands now in wander in loving caress
Slowly we move to our destination
To release our energy and satisfy temptation
Soon we will be in celebration
Unification to joyous elation
Our lips join in gracious meet
As our hips glide over silken sheets
Like the waves we roll in delight repeat
As our hearts unite in loving beat
I look into her eyes of jade
As we absorb our inner flowing cascade
Resonating sighs now serenade
Spooned till the morn, we lovingly stayed
free from thought
at peace just sitting
unfocused our gaze
bliss rapture rises
even as we laze
the Bindu chakra
expands its domain
the energy grid looping form
acts as a seamless whole
conjuring a bliss storm
the head ovoid glistens
an energy band encircles the chest
tingle at palms is mirrored at our feet
what is there to search or seek
when we are bliss replete
space has a rapid blink rate
revealing clearly the light of heaven
we remain in the zone for several hours
perfect stillness time stretched peace
wherein formless presence flowers
our head ovoid
is capped by God’s hand
each node in form shines like a star
Divine Mother plays music within
on spine’s 33 stringed sitar
O why’d they misconstrue your colour against you?
When the song is swift imagination, so sweet and full
Why’d they whisper of weariness, of idiomatic blue?
When pause is ponderous play not a dark silent lull
It is the bluebird’s song that warm thoughts entice
That unexpected exuberant bout of welcomed joie de vivre
That instant intoxication of all virtue and all vice
Oft’ heard from coffee’d morn till the day’s end receive’
When beguiled by melody left to lilt through wistful air
That beacon of curiosity which so quickly is consume’
Cheery embrace – the listener enraptured is divided ne’er
Till the final bar closes only then may the day resume
Though for tunes of waking night the bluebird composes nigh
Alas, her song is for bright day not for moon’s sleepless sigh
The full moon and milky snow illuminate the nighttime landscape I found myself lost on the mountain.
I have to make a choice. Looking for the North Star I placed a stick pointing north to direct me to the closest destination when I rise in the morn dawn. To the North one hundred fifty miles to the nearest cabin hoping that it is supplied with stable foods and a warm place to stay until rescued, or south two hundred miles in the other direction where a trapper lives all year round.
Over my shoulders I carried my rifle and survival equipment and begin the one hundred fifty-mile hike to the cabin. Walking through spruce, hemlock, and lodge-pole pines and eating a variety of berries.
In the morning after the snowstorm, I woke to ski snow-powder steeps. A wolf rested on its haunches, inspecting my unprotected surroundings. I took aim, shot, and missed, and it turned and took off.
For days, I had the feeling that someone or something was watching me. I started seeing signs of bear tracings. I was almost out of ammunition for my rifle and decide to make a spear. I looked around for a suitable sturdy tree limb or sapling a few inches taller them me. Using my knife, I fashioned a shelf for the knife creating securing support for the knife and wrapping it tight with rope.
I had shot a three-point buck early that morning and dressed it out; when I heard woof, woof, woof, sounds. The brown grizzly bear came down on all fours and started pawing at the ground, then came at me like a freight train.
I wedge the wooden in of the spear between the rock and into the ground. The grizzle charged then stood up rising above me, impelling itself through the heart with the spear killing it instantly. His dead weight slumped falling limp forward on top of me trapping me under.
Tired and cold the pain disappeared by the time I amble down the pathway toward the summer cabin in the noon-lit dawn.
1/3/2017
The Ambiance of Amber Light
I watch the morning glow behind you
inviting my eyes to pause in soft amber light
which frames your beauty
warming my heart with a smile
bursting the seeds of passion
allowing them to float endlessly...through my soul
pouring desire into the eyes of love
until they overflow and drip like dew from leaves
glistening in the sun spiraling towards Earth
leaving a wondrous glint in the eyes
could that this moment never end
nor escape into the unknown
Bathed is my essence in sweet dew of dawn
and wondrous is the glint that luster your eyes
as I radiate morning-glory grandeur
within your golden gaze of ardor
whose fervent seeds sow saffron dreams
wishing to possess and be possessed
I reach for you surrendering in softest amber light
luscious in the bloom of morn
captured in the nectar of each breath
taken in the heated heights of desire's depths
this moment an amaranth
thrilling this twinkling of time never to fade like a distant star
My gratitude to Susan and her beautiful mind and heart
for her help and kindness