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I was a red-violet, sunny morning person, usually up at the crack of dawn,
When orange light poured from the east, upon revival, dewy green lawns.
With a cup of aromal coffee, I'd watch yellow sunrise creep in the window,
Enjoying the zestful song of red robin, while night and day were in limbo.
I would take walks at the golden hour, flooded in light, just after a sunrise,
In the serenity of wanton, floral summer, slowly unveiling a destiny prized.
Visits of friends were features of morning, for sunup fondness is infective,
As flowers soak up colors of white sunlight, telling of the new perspective.
Family and I fascinated flaming sunsets, fancy dancing like we had forever,
At evening fetes, long fated; like feathery, dark green ferns-wind treasure.
I lived in the house of taupe sunrise, always trending towards golden noon,
As fitful stars, flickering like fireflies, stay on course, in presence of moon.
Sunhats, sandals and pretty sunflowers, were summer sights on my street,
In tranquil days of wild seas, giving the selfsame roar, as it cooled hot feet.
Nearby stars gleamed like natural pearls, on nebulous nights of neighbors;
And the natural conversation flowed nonstop, like the whistling wind labors.
Bat orchids awaited watchful moon, yearning for caves among field flowers;
When ballerina orchids danced, entranced, by plum shadows' magic powers!
Crimson corpse flower was blooming, in a torrid wake, held in lazy summer,
And snapdragon seed pods imitated skulls, where future flowers slumbered.
One day dawned exceptionally beautiful, a sight bringing rapture to my eyes;
As plum and orange, merged with pink, gold and red-fleeing night disguised!
I went about my productive work, but I noticed the day did not seem to age,
Like a glorious history book caught open, when distraction didn't turn a page.
Although I was very puzzled, I relished a pause for precious, pretty mystery;
Like the lovely, floral pause of gemmed hummingbirds, in times of blissfully.
After several long and rapturous hours, testy time gradually began to move,
For a beginning ever looks towards the end, as if it had everything to prove!
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When I awoke Ricky was fast asleep, being a pop bottle I have no way of keeping my eyes closed. Mind you I'm not complaining, I got to see the most amazing sunrise. I so wanted Ricky to enjoy it as well so I refracted the light and shone it on his eyes. I could tell he was a bit irritated but it had the desired effect, he got out of bed so he could move me. As he walked over to the window I could feel the irritation turn to wonder as he saw the beauty of the sunrise. From that day forward he became a morning person.
Ricky stood there for a while with me held dangling by his side. I no longer needed my glass, I could see clearly through his blue eyes. It was a very nice street and Ricky particularly liked the house across the street. The house had bright white siding and a manicured lawn. There were also planters with all kinds of pretty flowers. The house was owned by an older couple and they didn't have any children. It seemed a rather big house for only two people.
Soon Roy and Teresa were also awake and they all fought to use the one and only bathroom. Mom and Dadio had already left for work, Dadio to cut hair and Mom as a waitress at the Coffee Cup. Their baby sitter's name was Mrs. Burns an older lady that seemed very fond of floral print dresses. She had made her way up the stairs because the kids didn't seem to hear her call them for breakfast. They all ran past her to the dining room table and waited for her to slowly make her way back down the stairs. She may not have been fleet of foot but boy what a great breakfast. Bacon eggs and saugage as well as orange juice. Ricky tried to pour the orange juice into me but got almost as much on the table. Still it was quite a treat for me to enjoy, after all breakfast is the most important meal of the day.
Coffee goes on before one word is said
Hopefully way after dawn.
I am not a morning person so don't go where
Kings won't tread
Or you'll learn what it means when the Queen of
Hearts says off with your head.
This is my quiet time. Be gone!
Coffee goes on before one word is said.
Spread
The news Jemi John
I am not a morning person so don't go where
Kings won't tread.
There really is nothing to dread
Just hang on.
Coffee goes on before one word is said.
My mind is dead.
It needs coffee so I can understand all this
Jargon.
I am not a morning person so don't go where
Kings won't tread
Instead
Let me wake up with out being put upon.
Coffee goes on before one word is said.
I am not a morning person so don't go where
Kings won't tread.
What Love commands the train fulfills,
The six thirty bounds to Coney Island
Where the green Ubers awaits the passengers
Morning greetings, (Urdu) of few words, were the
Pakistan, rules Mermaid Street with the neon green
Were too mama? where too, two dollars:
A repeat routine for most of us,
Whether you’re a morning person or a night owl, we all start our day at some point. And we all seem to start it differently. (Kevan Lee)
Five forty showers, get dress out the door before six a.m.
Grab the garbage, and walk three minutes to the subway,
where love commands the train fulfills, which lessened
My morning depression until midday, (who control whom)
Why was I born, why am even here, what is my personal worth?
Timeless question, who would remember me, when I am gone?
The train, the cabbies, would the streets miss my dragging feet?
Self-observation, is it worth a Newyork minute of whom will miss us. (really)
Void, void, void, void, void, void, void, and more void,
Just allowed the few that might to do some adjustments
For the sake of remembering me, for the sake of losing my car fare,
For the sake of not receiving, my monthly fees, and T-Mobile
you definitely would, release me from my grandfather plans:
Today, I sit in silence, away from all sounds, only the sounds
Of a keyboard, and my heartbeat, as the mouse goes click, click
For the sake of remembering is that a poet is only good at recollecting, reflecting, and making his audience believes in his words:
This Photo by Unknown Author
Standing at the kitchen sink
My wife quips “you are one happy person”
It is right there and then I realized
I have been found out
Time to confess
I am one of “those” “happy people”
And a morning person to boot
I admit I am an ice –cream-aholic
Hooked on chocolate Rocky road, 2 scoops
Left to my own devices I play hooky
My favorite vice mid day movies
Yes chick flicks
And I buy the ludicrously priced pop corn
Next up on the list a get away at the spa
Even if I fall asleep during the deep massage
Cruise ships are my Achilles heel
Where else do they make your bed
Feed you 24 hours a day
And you can hide from the world
My flexible job schedule allows for daytime bike rides
Who doesn’t want to be a kid again wind blowing through your hair
The bane of my existence, poetry writing
Anytime, anywhere at the drop of a hat or spur of the moment
To espouse words of wisdom or not
And connect with family, friends and complete strangers
Yes, there are up and down days but as the saying goes
“Be Happy”
Andreas Simic©
If you’re a morning person,
Then you wake before the dawn
And thus, it’s dark outside
When blinds are raised or drapes undrawn.
The city’s very magical
When most of it’s asleep.
It’s relatively quiet
And the stillness settles deep.
The subway’s fairly empty
And most stores are shuttered tight,
Just waiting for their owners
To unlock and flip the light.
Museums are less crowded,
As are parks and paths to stroll,
The noises of the afternoon
Still held in some control.
Late risers miss the magic
That the mornings always bring,
But to them, it is the night time
When their joy is taking wing.
Welcome to our barnyard, you can call me Fred.
My job is to get everyone out of bed.
Cheerful by nature, I’m proud to “cock-a-doodle-do.”
A beautiful crow to hear - they act like I shout, “Boo!”
A morning person would think this is the best job ever.
At dawn, I’m sad to say, few appreciate me being clever.
Yes, I know the names they call me... I try to shrug it off.
Cock-of-the-walk really gripes me, who are they to scoff?
Some are jealous of my red cone, it is so beautiful.
Lifting my neck to properly crow is being dutiful.
Believe me, I’ve tried and tried not to strut my stuff.
To be a rooster and not be cocky is really quite tough.
Throughout the day I continue to “cock-a-doodle-do.”
Yes, it does sound like revenge, but wouldn’t you?
Of course if danger arises everyone needs to hear me.
I like them calling me brave and crowding to be near me.
Without me this barnyard would never be on time.
Deep down they all know it, I just wish they would be kind.
Written 2-19-2016
Form: Rhyme Personification
Sadness
I don't need you
Bring me happiness instead
Because it is happiness that I need
Badly in my life
Yes I am sorry for feeling grumpy today
That is because I didn't get enough sleep
Yes I went very late to bed
I broke some rules
That my Father made for me
He made a sleep schedule
It is for me to go early to bed
If I do that i will get plenty of sleep
I can't survive with little sleep
That is the whole truth
AIso I am not a morning person
That is the truth
Father bring peace to my life
Because I have no peace in my life
I am always worrying sick to death
About my life
Yes I know the morning will end soon
My Father
I am looking forward to the afternoon
I want so bad to have a little nap
Father you don't have to worry
About that
I made the choice to have a afternoon nap
(Leo - our cat's name)
Dear Leo, this verse is about you!
It's being shared not out of the blue
He is the morning person of all
But he doesn't require a rooster's call
He likes going for a morning walk
Of course; only up to kitchen block
He gets delighted to stirring sound
And responds if he's in and around
He takes a stance by arching its back
And displays his prudence to attack
Wise enough to show his intention
Follows on to catch our attention
He does give no scope to any mess
He never takes food less or excess
Our casual talks filled with his bites
We feel proud to share all those highlights
Decodes signs like a flawless scanner
Wins hearts with an elegant manner
He always appears to be composed
With great love, the best of him disclosed
Oh bed you served me well last night
as I slumber and dreamed,
dreaming of many things I must do
and places I must go today.
Waking up early is not for me
the floor and slippers my feet must find,
then it is time to stumble to the kitchen
for the hot go go juice disguised as coffee.
As I sip my hot coffee,
I am trying to wake up to the bright new day,
with birds chirping and singing their little hearts out
the bright sun all aglow coming in my window.
Sipping my hot coffee I must decide
what this day will bring for me,
I am not a morning person
so guess it is back to my soft bed and pillow
I am ready to pull the covers over my head
mornings are something I just cannot do.
8-19-2019