????GOLDEN STILLNESS????
TGIF as I exude a piece of "GOOD MORNING",
Without wrinkles, issues, mizzles or yawning.
My morning hums in hues of gold,
Soft light spills where dreams unfold.
Woke up with a quiet breath, a gentle start,
The sun leans in to warm my heart.
Curtains whisper tales of dawn & morning sun
And of the won battles while I slept until dawn.
My hand rests calmly upon my chest,
Seems like a silent vow to rise & rest.
The mirror behind me holds a crimson frame,
Reflecting not just face, but my life's aim
Fire within me speaks serene while I drip,
It wakes the world from their silent sleep.
My grey bedsheets cradle thoughts unspoken,
Of hopes rebuilt & chains now broken.
My day delightfully begins not loud but true,
With morning’s grace embracing me although.
So lie down awhile, listen & let stillness sing,
Before the rush, the text, chats, the calls, the ring.
For in this pause, one's soul is fruitfully fed
Just like a king at peace upon his bed.
????VICK MANUEL POETRY????
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Copyright©?31st Oct. 2025
Snowflakes taking rebirths; transforming into flimsy shapes,
Melting then, commemorating momentary landscapes...
Flying high; skating, skiing, tough throw of stony snowballs;
One never gets hurt, yet, as though bathing in feather-falls...
Inner warmth and outer chill; frozen nights and melting days,
Costume changing nature's tentative transfiguring ways...
Surprise-filled advent of friends, like whimsical rain-drizzles,
Snow bunting, geese, waxwing, grosbeak and owls play in mizzles...
Midst shorter days and longer nights, indoor games go endless,
Though trees and plants stop growing, vegetables fill countless...
Flocks of migratory birds flying like floral designs,
Snow foxes and hares fashion-parading in rare sun-shines...
Each scene of winter is, indeed, like heavenly wonder,
Missing these might be the most monstrous of human blunder...!
12 January 2022
Winter Wonders Within Nature Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: M. L. Kiser
The sound of morning
mizzles,
brings laziness in my
half closed eyes,
the car engine whirs in
the garage that
awakens my senses,
while drones of the bees
and birds push me to stand up.
The hoots of the monkeys
in the woods,
with flying brilliant colors
of butterflies,
those mild touch of the
waft waves on the beach,
bring spectacular radiance
in the middle of my
emptiness.
A little paradise
that dumps the agitation;
and gives my body
a composure from lassitude.
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