Introspection Morning Poems

I need not travel far
to sense God’s nearness --  
the trill of His many
lyrical voices – Surely
the oriole knows same
intimacy; as does every
petal on...

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I take in the morning's last breath,
it's fleeting hour, surrounded, 
by little whispers of thought,
I swear, will lead me to where,
the rivers run too deep,
but,...

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Must morning return so soon?
her hand-me-down haste,
& moth-eaten bloom,
grieves for the rain,
of last night's pour,
but, I still taste,
the petrichor,
dancing,
on my tongue.
...

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Blatant chaos. Colorful lights mark our path.
Distant waves confuse my sight.
Heads driven into madness, minds broken.
Avoiding the edge. Lost in silence we found our souls.
Vibes...

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you kick up your heels
then you flap your wings
honk your horn and
sing a giddy song
lord i ain't gonna let
nobody steal my joy
when joy comes in...

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She comes to me before dawn,
in that time between sleep and wake.
She has no name or face,
but the body of a goddess.
Breasts of perfect size...

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Frost's
scruples
left behind
for the after
veil— where the sun unsheathes a morning sword

as the natural winter on grass gleams—
its evidence
of the gift
to still
melt....

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The acceptable mask, through an endless night's past,
Dawn's meeting of eyes— more than simple strain, she cries....

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Sometimes, I've tried lectio divino for the hour before bed
but at this time, or my 1st hour, I may be groggy of head!

So I try...

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It's been an odd dream, hasn't it?

I can taste my breath behind this mask
The sweet bitterness of cold brew and hazelnuts
As I run out to...

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A
pale stream
that feeds on
twisted pallor—
sworn, it never sinks;
as tears fall for colored
morn—thus done by the Maker
Artist— to mar lack. I dreamt in
scars; before fiery dawn...

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Hark! Tomorrow died yesterday, 
Leaving us lost in sorrow and dismay.
The dreams we held, now shattered and torn,
The hopes we had, forever forlorn.

The future we...

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Still waters lie peacefully beneath the restless morning mist  
Both united in composition yet glowing example of separate desire  

The first calm and...

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early shadows
gray skies through window
silence eases my mind
filled with
visions and dreams

revelations of

bare limbs painted
in dark colors
with
fine strokes
and broad strokes

a sparrow calls

from where
I don’t know

I breathe

old...

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drop enough words 
on the universe
you might crack 
something open
you might 
find your way–
–I don't know
when
a boulder
hits the atmosphere 
it becomes a fizzle
a morning glory...

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