Time Morning Poems

Friday morning, here I stand on a hill, alone again 
Trying to brave the heat and the pain 
Thinking about tomorrow from the shadows of...

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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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From the morning papers


We read the woman, a former actress
who stole a prince and was hated by the kingdom
is a duchess selling jam and pottery
Her...

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What’s born will die, we know this
but heart says something’s amiss,
in as there is more to us,
than fears of mind that nonplus.

When we dream, senses...

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I need Him every morning, as the day dawns.
He silences the shadows, restores my peace within.
I need Him when I awake, just like the apostle...

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Early Morning
(In A Three Dog Town)
Miracle Man
4/18/2024

Natures silence,
that once owned the night.
Now begs I hear,
the cockcrow calls of birds.

Crows come first,
seeking some morsel of delight.
Gorging...

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A deeper silence diffuses rapidly around Nature waiting
for its awakening, a shine less, discontent and wandering 
star gleams with a scarcely light so murky 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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In the depths of our souls, where shackles crumble to dust,
There lies the essence of freedom, in which we all must trust.
It's not in chains...

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I was a red-violet, sunny morning person, usually up at the crack of dawn,
When orange light poured from the east, upon revival, dewy green lawns.

With...

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I am an early riser, usually between 4 and 5 a.m. 
That's my quiet time for reading, and thinking,
And sometimes writing. 
I especially enjoy it...

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The sun plays peek-a-boo with blinds in my room.
I roll over in bed to the other side.
My alarm clock goes off with a whining boom.
I...

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Deep down in my heart a place is reserved
For you and yours only my sweet
You may visit any time your heart desires
To feel the throb...

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Marcia makes an early start,
to try and find a space to park,
she leaves behind her playlist tunes,
for manic Monday’s duty room,
where ceremony doesn’t stand,
and days...

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The morning waited
for me to take my seat
on the foreshore bench to begin 
its play, perform the piece 
it had scripted just for me. 
Opening
with...

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