Long Sunrise Poems
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The stars and sky seen from ones eye
May Vary from both you and I
The rain that beats down on ones face
Has reason, for it has come from space
But when they become tears from Gods infinite mold
Judgment now turns to supernatural gold
When sense is senseless
And intelligence fails
And spirits dwell or simply sail
The order of how it all goes down
Swirls in one’s mindset, round and round
When the sunrise wakes the earth each day
And sunsets slowly fade away
The only thing that holds to be true
Is a heart that’s pure and supersedes all views
Just like a child who has much belief
And can find beauty in a simple leaf
Is the way we should see this fleeting life
For the earth is our groomsman’s glorious wife
Assurance comes when we take a true stand
Grab on to who is really holding our hand
And not become complacent hopeless or deceived
Don’t Listen to everything you hear and start to believe
For lies are poison and pain births fear
Closing up our spiritual eyes and ears
Confusion comes from open doors
We were all made to live for so much more
Never say never for many are wrong
Just in ourselves we cannot be this strong
Give credit to the creator for all he can do
Nothing is lost when it’s his love you pursue
Time shows the meaning and patience is the key
Obedience and love is what makes all men free
If there were ever a better time to open your heart
It would be right now, for this world has grown dark.
By: Sabina Nicole
written: 4-2-12
When I opened the gate of forgiveness with the calm longing of serene nights,
I truly believed that the bolt of pain was forever sealed.
But this is a hidden song that ceaselessly pours pearl upon the wound,
A muted music, an echo of the old beats, that cannot be forgotten.
My fingers have entwined in sacred, fervent hymns, in the temples of hope for you,
They have risen to the sky, as an offering spilled from the tear of undying tales.
The downpour of tears that falls makes it unspoken, it carries epilogues of a desire that crumbles seasons into your splendid days,
Paintings that flow from my eyes, meant to leave your heart untouched, despite my own soft heart pulsating with regrets and melancholies.
And I hold my fear, like a dancer who hides his shadow under swift steps,
In a hall where mirrors reflect only the play of light, not the darkness hidden within.
The thought that my silent tears could topple your smile wraps my soul in a sibylline carousel,
So I push your image all the more into the brightness of memories, fearing the power of void to shake your happiness.
Thus I let the tear fall, as a star falls, leaving behind only pure light,
And, as in an act of magic that sets celestial bows in motion, I wish for you, with the stubbornness of the first sunrise,
A life where each twilight reflects only joy, in a celebration that never fails,
Like in the beginning, when all my world was a summer meadow of wild flowers, sprinkled with promises of gold.
I can see random,
Or detect His choice.
I can see boredom,
Or detect His voice.
No snowflake repeats,
No sunrise the same,
No fingerprint cheats,
When it's time to blame.
Are my choices right,
When covered in love?
Or, did I lose sight
Of choices above?
What a shock to me-
The end of my days,
To finally see
The strength of His ways.
My choices don't lead,
But His to obey.
My love's not to plead,
"Grant my choice, ok?"
Like honey and gold,
God's choices endure,
And the truth be told,
My choices aren't pure.
Follow His choices,
And preserve your life.
Ignore the voices
That stir up your strife.
I can see His choice,
And reject random.
I can see His voice,
And reject boredom.
Did you remake yourself
out of rust and algae again?
Yesterday was a gray beached hull
now it’s summer in the cornfields,
the tangy air has a towheaded phiz.
The mosquitoes have submarines
they crash dive each new morn.
The flowers are all gulping,
and the rain is just enough.
Light flirts around mossy steel silos
and the brick and mortar works
of long belted vicinities.
Sorry I missed you,
I hear your dawn was spectacular,
that the mist was a copper penny
on some other tongues.
At that moment
I was watching a nickel dipped sunrise
paddle over another Ohioan horizon.
I photographed it,
but missed your otherness elsewhere,
and of course you had changed again
before I could get to you.
How precious life is…
When the old rocker rocks in his wheelchair…
ACDC heavy precious metal ‘like a wheel spinning’
‘Highway to hell…on my way to the promised land’
‘Where have all the flowers gone’ merges mellow into
Guns and Roses, let us hope the latter on the ladder
of Zeppelins and friendly tunes of ‘Stairway to Heaven’
Thomas has no doubt because Saturday is visit time…
No Black Sabbath and not Bad Company today
not stoned any longer where Black had been Black
but Deep Purple floating the beat in fading memories
a Sweet Child in Time ‘line between good and bad’
Uriah Heep’s Sunrise and ‘new day is breaking through’
The ageing blues takes its due…
For ‘Whom the Bell Tolls’ on lemmings’ way Ding Dong
ABC frosted roads searching for Camus’ stranger come
use your remembrance because it won’t last forever when
the sea parts and Odysseus stays in the grave underworld
where Dante’s Inferno meets Mephisto but Satan can wait
A traveller close to the gate of redemption…
he counts his blessings slowly on an ancient dusty abacus
123 he takes lock stock and barrel laughs at the numbers
In his prime he had refused to accept he could not divide
takes out the ruler to conquer his world computes divisions
adds them all up tallies on the wilting spread sheet of time
Inheritance subjected to paper he determines…
not gold no diamonds just a coin here and there
weaves nostalgia to ribbons from a few shoe strings
attached and detached bound closely together as he
holds photographs to his priceless brain caresses
them dearly touches his soul and soothes his mind
When the stroke assaults and takes him home…
he crosses the flow of the Styx and finally recalls how
precious life has been and dies a happy man on his way…
when terror strikes so does love
disrupting lives, not all of us
heartlessness makes hearts go out
from evil air our love will sprout
try to break us then we’ll unite
try to take us then we will fight
divide our souls and eyes will cry
new bonds will form in those alive
the wars and battles we survive
for freedom is both you and I
give us mountains watch us climb
breaking hearts but never minds
the desert dirt to the valley floor
scar our flesh but not our core
whatever we face we endure
the desperate hurt time will cure
bring the rain and make it pour
we’ll reassert and reassure
life will reign as plants will soar
one fight two fight three fight four
we will fight and fight some more
believe in life the love is pure
a supremacy of which we’re sure
me in your heart you in mine
and nobody gets left behind
heed this message through all of time
love and peace for all mankind
weaken us you feed our will
we will love, they will kill
tomorrows sunrise happens still
when hate has died the love is real
we share the pain but we get up
we will remain and so will love
Ah, God, with your
, mighty, majestic
wings flying around the
refulgent, lovely creek ,
protect us from everything , I beseech
You to prevail everywhere peace and
calmness. A green bird is adorned with
ecstatic , blue aroma.
Oh, blue dove, break the unbounded,
unbreakable chains, to abide in
an unwavering rejoicing and, in your dreamy
unchained Land.
Ah, rambling roses stemms the
stormy, tempestuous fetters
of the dark, from dominating
the celestial, overcast sky.
The invincible, dauntless lily gazing at
the enchanting dawn
shielding against the ashen , inky demise.
Oh, green dream always succumb
to the unfearing, splendid Hill.
Ah! feathery , mellifluous brook suffuses
the radiant, unflagging sunrise
You shout from the roof top
Nobody listens, you don’t stop.
You say you’ll make a name
With loud voice you proclaim
You’ve colors in your eye
We all know it’s white lie.
You say you’re a born artist
Such a creature don’t exist.
Look at me, see my track
In time don’t go much back
I’ve worked hard
Flowered many buds, many buds
What the artist in me
Wanted long to see.
At sunrise and sunset
To the horizon I went
I’ve brought colors from sky
In my mind, not on the eye.
My paintings are of unique kind
For these are slices of my mind.
Slices of my mind
You’ll surely find
Looking at my painting
As an art, not a thing.
You shout from the roof top
Nobody listens, you don’t stop.
You say your brush has Monet touch
The trees are cluster of broken branch
Water of the planar pond is opaque
You can’t even make a good fake.
You say you’ve Picasso vision
Surrealism drips in your creation
I see the shapeless faces of cubes
As deformed figures of color tubes.
Look at me, see on my canvas
The touch of my brush, my brush
I’ve captured nature in pristine form
It’s passion where it comes from.
I’ve crafted the contours of emotion
On the fluid faces of this generation.
My portraits are epitome of art
For these are slices of my heart.
Slices of my heart
You’ll see if you start
Looking at my painting
As an art, not a thing.
Slices of my mind are for you
Slices of my heart are for you
For you, yeah, for you
If only you knew
Yeah, if only you knew….
June 7, 2018.
"The flaming bowerbird (Sericulus ardens) is one of the most brilliantly colored bowerbirds. The male is a medium-sized bird, up to 25 cm long, with flame orange and golden yellow plumage, elongated neck plumes and a black tail with a yellow tip. He builds an "avenue-type" arbor with two side walls made of sticks. The female is an olive-brown bird with yellow or gold around the stomach.
The flame bowerbird is distributed and endemic to the rain forests of New Guinea . The male flame bird also has a courtship display along with its arbor, twisting its tails and wings to the side and then rapidly bobbing its head.
The flame bowerbird is rated as Least Concern on the IUCN Red List of Threatened Species."
The above text credit to:Sarah F. L.
New Guinea beauty
a fantastic sunrise bird
rare red-yellow gem
My admirable Anuoluwapo
I shut my eyes to feel the dawn,
Where dark forest ends and night is done,
And along those lines, a consistent perspective:
Waking up to see the sunrise, Anu at your side.
No longer longing from afar,
But with my shining, morning star.
I see our home, a quiet space
Touched by a soft and soothing grace
Only your sweet smile can bring
It makes my winter feel like spring.
As the coffee drips soft and slow,
Watching your quiet beauty grow.
I dream of the trips we shall make,
Of promises we’ll finally make,
To be on the same journey, step by step,
There’s nothing now to hide for me.
To have you laugh, to share your hand,
To build our life on the sand.
Anu my love, fate that is written,
I’ll live in hope, and wait not long,
In every day until then,
You're my wife in every sense of the word.
Till stars loose heaven, and god again unmake:
You hold the key to my heart.
Copywright@Bamgboye Stephen 2026