Life Morning Poems

Friday morning, I'm here again 
Even if the sun's rays bring the pain 
Writing poems of my own 
Even when heat digs to the bone...

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Light finds its way to come through,
after a nightmare at night
heart beats fast.
My dog is lying next to me,
I open the blinds
another morning to see.

Sadness...

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In the clear morning, with rays that dance over a realm of magic,
Easter arrives, with its gentle light, to drive away unnatural shadows.
May it penetrate...

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The communists are coming
The democrats are crying
And the republicans are lying
This is May Day
Please don’t run away
The birds are coming
The deer are running
And the squirrels...

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Hop onboard overthinkers

A warm Welcome aboard the overthinker to all our guests, 
Especially Mr insomnia, and Mrs overthinker, both frequent flyers and our VIP guests
I'll...

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When I woke up this morning,
With the Sun's glowing rays
I leaned forward to feel 
The warmth of it on my face.

I, sitting on the porch,
Watching...

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Somnolent truth waking with life, 
Lo, dawn breaks into light from dark, 
Birds welcome it from nearby park, 
The greyish sky gets red-blue rife, 
And...

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In morning’s dim light
Water says ‘please, let me too,
have my rainy day’

Watch... as sprinkling ends
Sun turning drops into mist
Then, see light sparkling.

___*___

Sun returns, ruling
Nature rising,...

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While perched atop on the hill, I look around and observe the bright blue sky

it’s early in the morning and only birds break the sound...

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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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It was not just another morning,
much the same as every morning
that had come before.

It was the morning to celebrate
joy in front of an empty tomb,
although...

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What blessed dawn, this
Easter morn; we celebrate -
that Christ has risen!...

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I've had enough of songbirds
they don't speak for me
and the specialist keeps me waiting
in a monotone room for waiting
and the windows are too fish tank...

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  a quickening of the pulse
    sensing what’s coming
  a lifting of the heart
    the atmosphere humming...

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Awoken before dawn by rooster call
To greet the day from my rocking chair
‘Twas the purest morning of them all
Something special filled the air

Noble gases became...

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