Long Mornings Poems
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On Monday morning magpie sang.
I thought it was for me.
He warbled high, he warbled low,
With joy for me to see.
His head leaned back, beak to the sky
The tumbling notes rang out.
He would have sung them anyway
If no one was about.
As sun shone through the misty morn
His song continued clear.
The silences between the tunes
Delightful to my ear.
On Tuesday morning, once again
The scruffy magpie sang.
His liquid notes, from one to next,
All through the air it rang.
‘Twas for himself, the joy of life!
On sunny mornings, sing!
To other creatures, me and them,
True pleasure did it bring.
On Wednesday morning, cleaned the house,
No outside time for me.
On Thursday an appointment made
And that would have to be.
When Friday came I’d quite forgot
To miss my magpie friend.
Then at stormy evening time, I mourned.
I found him dead,
I cried because I realised
That he was old and weak.
But even so he’d sung out clear
And given joy to me.
His song goes on forever
Lilting, weaving through the sky.
A sound like that reverberates
And never will run dry.
More fragile than a fine necklace.
Cool dewdrops crystalline.
Like diamonds set in silver lace,
Perfection, beauty, style and grace.
Where spiders webs, of silk so fine.
Hold natures tears divine.
Stroll barefoot through the morning dew,
Beside a waterfall.
Exhilarating, as the view,
When early mist gives way to blue.
Our tears of joy, as we recall,
Like dewdrops, gently fall.
Natures refreshing, dew drenched scene,
With autumn's change of dress.
Red, yellow, silver, gold and green,
Grace mellow mornings, so serene.
Adorned with dewdrops to impress,
A season of finesse.
Cool dewdrops use the atmosphere,
Where pearls, from grains of sand
Seems magic like, when they appear,
As happiness, a maiden's tear.
With promise of a golden band,
To wear on her left hand.
6 / 23 / 2022.
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The day you died you took me with you,
The way you lied shook me black and blue.
The sorrow you felt, I sure felt it too,
Are tomorrow dreams won’t come true.
All the good hello's turned into dying goodbye's,
All the sorrows burned holes into my dying eyes.
You thought you were so sly, but I always knew,
You fought so hard to die and knew I needed you.
Depressing mornings and nights of pure hell,
Horrible memories and unforgettable images,
Of the night which you fell.
Deprivation of your soul saving wonder,
Trepidation of your whole wavering thunder.
Heavy-hearted moments will forever be burned with in my darkened weeping soul.
Broken-hearted and left in this cruel world all alone.
Unheard thoughts engraved in my ugly soul,
I feel as if I'm loosing all control.
Forgiveness with a burden,
Forever i will hold.
Bleeding and burning and
living and dying....
Needing and turning and
giving and crying....
I try to smile but I'm afraid I've forgotten how,
Even in my dreams the angels they do weep...
BY: SHANTAE PAPPACOSTAS
ORTEGA-ZELE (1-29-20)
On early mornings, from where I sit in my living room, I cannot see the rising sun in the east.
But on late aftternoons or early evenings,
From that same room, I can gaze upon a
Beautiful sunset in the west.
From where I now reside, it rains a lot,
And I see the color green like I had not
For more than 40 years. There is silence
In the dark nights, and there is the soothing
Sounds of the whispering winds.
Where I once lived, on any given day, whether in late November or the month of May, there was the sound of a siiren, a plane flying over, or a beeping horn.
On a comfortable back yard bench, I grew
Accustom to observing my two tall palms,
My lemon and plum trees, my peach and neçtarine trees, and my newly planted Rose of Sharon.
If we would but dare to notice, your life and mine are filled with measurable time and space. Like white water rapids,
There's a constant flow of God's grace.
At any given time, in any given space, God
Has programed beauty for the human race.
A run-down barn nestled among low and gentle hills,
it adds natural charm to a breathtaking landscape.
On sunny mornings, it adorns itself with sunrays,
making the screeching ravens flee to a shady spot.
Its paint is peeling off due to an abandoned state,
it once echoed with the constant moos of cattle.
It can almost hear the tractors heading for the harvest,
emitting fumes to disperse the wildflowers' strong aroma.
Mockingbirds are too annoyed to welcome another crisp morning
with their thrilling notes that can make the radiant air so festive.
Cowboys riding on fast horses gave life to these fileds, once tallgrass prairies...
even they have left these lands where buffalos, elks and coyotes freely roamed.
Driving back home, dusk changes the color of fields, clouds, hills and sky...
shadows invade the lonely barn on Greenpoint Road followed by many stars.
Many things in life we do like
but only a few we say I love
one of mine is undoubtedly nature
nature and me just fits like a glove
It's such an epic sight to view
having a walk among nature's green
taking in the colours among the trees
so picturesque filling one's theme
When you walk along the water's edge
looking across right to the other side
the sun shines down making a water mirror
so still and bright forever to glide
Walking through woodland in the spring
even in autumn, it's lovely and fair
a little frost crunches under your feet
these mornings thrill you lair by lair
Would love to live in nature all year long
have birds, squirrels and ducks at my side
watching the greenery from where I am
we can but dream wish there to abide
~
I sit here watching the rain fall
from dark grey clouds
wondering if the sky might
be crying for us…
As I think back to what we were,
our times kissing in a rain just like this
an unopened umbrella
and both becoming drenched
in our feelings for one another
The plans we made
for quiet Sunday mornings
lying in bed gazing into each other’s eyes,
arms wrapped tightly as a new sun rose
while we were lost in deep affection
I picture the desires we shared, our dreams
of those late nights, an empty office
a sleepy city skyline, silhouettes on the evening
as we learned what true love meant
in breathless encounters
Our song, we could sing it by heart
Each word in perfect harmony
with you and me
How we believed it was written for us
and it probably was
The love, I still feel that love and always will,
a love beyond anything else
A love we both agreed was more
than we had ever felt before,
twin flames, soul mates, a perfect love…now ended
And I sit here watching the rain fall
from dark grey clouds
wondering if the sky might
be crying for us…
I guess it could be
I should’ve had a hedonistic summer, a roundup of long, sun-kissed days and even longer, undulant, kissing nights.
There are no riviera pics this year - set against the blow-out backdrop of Saint Tropez or Heraclee - with their sunlit-deliriums, cracked plaster beach bars, aromatic trailing Jasmine, lavender, umbrella pines and baking Socca.
No nights of dense, optimistic nihilism on neon-painted open-air dancefloors, or gritty, underground raves, in dark, brick-clad, light-strobed basements.
And no timeless, sun-drenched, beachside early mornings, with their moments of stillness, beauty and reprieve.
Summer feels can’t be vicarious - you have to get out there and get dirty, hmm, sandy anyway. Are there ethical implications to basking under a climate-crisis sun? Maybe, but if so, do we care?
Let’s wax poetic..
Summertime often sees us jetting off to different places.
If I could travel anywhere
let it be outer-space
not floating in darkness,
for years and years
let’s find a better way.
I’ve traveled to the moon
- on a little friction -
that isn’t even science fiction.
I’ve traveled simply by turning pages.
It didn’t take fuel and it didn’t take ages.
That was travel at the speed of thought,
but better yet, let’s travel at the speed of sight
- that’s faster than light.
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Songs for this:
Relationships by HAIM
Summer Sun by Koop
Summer Girl (Bonus Track) by HAIM
Can you remember that day
You felt the future in the wind
Thinking “Once upon a time”
It was only a dream back then
Girl, before I knew your name
And you hadn’t seen my face
I longed to be in your mornings
Touching you..amazing grace
Whispers from your heart
Gently echo in my ear
Caressing your whole world
Love drives away all fear
Secrets that are yet untold
Passions from deep inside
Fingerprints from up above
Poetic wonder.. make me high
They say patience is a virtue
Etiquette to get from there to this
Keep waiting, yes I’m chasing
That perfect ever after kiss
The night you’ll linger at my lips
Tease me with your kind smile
Golden locks and curves of bliss
Let’s take it slow, l’ll stay awhile
Whispers from your heart
Gently echo in my ear
Caressing your whole world
Love drives away all fear
Secrets that are yet untold
Passions from deep inside
Fingerprints from up above
Poetic wonder.. make me high
Cause It’s not too far to see
Curl around me, I’ll do it right
Feel that soft and tender touch
Yeah, from evening until the light
Oh, the silhouette of your beauty
Thoughts are dancing in my mind
Raindrop’s beat it’s so captivating
Romantic treasures to seek & find
Those whispers from your heart
Gently echo in my ear
Caressing your whole world
Love drives away all fear
Secrets.. that are yet untold
Passions.. from deep inside
Fingerprints.. from up above
Poetic wonder.. make me high
I’ve never been this high
Just being you.. you make me high!
I’ve never been this high
~Lyric Man
Note: Inspired scribbles echo poetic wonder
Dewdrops sliding down
A soft, bright petal
Nurturing and gentle
Like a loving teardrop
Embracing my thoughts
The whispering breeze
Calling a heart as it passes
Murmurs a psalm on the
Sunlit morning of a summer
Day filled with joyful promise
Starlight falling lightly
On a silent, moonlit night
As a ghostly song lingers
On the edge of darkness
Calling to the fireflies in June
Tangerine sunshine warming
Naked thoughts and reassuring
My hope of laughing colors
In hues of amber, gold and crimson
Embracing my heart with a poem
Radiant blushing roses gracing
A garden of my soul’s dreams
Inspiring me to touch the foliage
With faithful, warm tenderness
Reflecting all my best emotions
Serenity that welcomes me into
A sweet sincere prayer to the creator
Of all this mystery we share as
Blessings from a loving and giving
God who listens to our true plea
Rain showers that bring flavors of
Breathless inspiration and insight
To season my heart with enlightenment
Easy smiles and kindness that brings
A healing and hope on the inside
Music that rests on the soul, speaking
To the silence with wise, warm words
Filled with thanksgiving and purpose
Peace that leaves the spirit alive
With compassionate joy overflowing
A twinkle in the soft eyes of one
Who is willing to live, love and give
From the depths of the heart
Kindness and grace, faith that weaves
Threads of light into spiritual awakening
A little hand, so small and trusting
Placed into my own with a knowing
That I will lead them across a road
Or in the direction of safety and hope
That is as secure and sure as the dawn
Sighs soothing as the milky clouds
Drifting on cerulean with miracles
Meeting of breath and moist air
Praising the way that awakens
The soul to this dance of the spirit
Mornings with a hungry thought
Feelings that reveal a heart
Simple ways to embrace a soul
With thanksgiving, blessings
Alive on the life filled with love