morning’s first light
smell of fresh brewed coffee
wakes up memories
of you
Isn’t it strange to admit
That body and soul live separately
I feel the ground at my feet
Being far from here consciously
It’s three thousand miles away
Maybe more, but no less than that
There I have some good mornings to say
For the feathers flown off from your hat
Every time I can open the door
To the pictures you took for me
Isn’t it strange that we hoped for more
Knowing it wasn’t to be..
At least not in this life, as they claim
Will we end up following this
Unconscious life of the blamed
Only for one more kiss..
Holy, holy, holy
Is our Lord so mighty
He's there in mornings
And in the noonday, too
He is our stronghold
Our strength to behold
Holy, holy, holy
Is our mighty Lord
He is the battle's winner
He handles all our foes
Holy, Holy, Holy
His love and grace shows
My quiet morning time empowers me for the day
I listen for God's quiet voice and hear his direction
He fills my cup until it overflows and soothes my grief
with only his presence and his love
People admire the spotlight,
but they rarely see the mornings that created it.
While the world is still asleep,
every sunrise becomes a silent investment in the future.
Those quiet hours, where no applause exists and no one is watching,
are where discipline is forged and character is built.
Success is not born in moments of glory.
It is born in ordinary mornings,
when you choose purpose over comfort,
vision over excuses.
The alarm at 5 A.M. isn't just asking whether you can wake up.
It is asking who you are becoming.
Every time you rise while others remain comfortable,
you strengthen a version of yourself
that motivation alone could never create.
One day, people will call you lucky, gifted, or extraordinary,
but they will never see the countless mornings that shaped you.
Legends are not made in front of crowds.
They are built in the silence of mornings
that most people never have the courage to face.
I love to wake up
when the new morning is cool...
and the tea is hot
"May is the month of expectation, the month of wishes, the month of hope." - Emily Brontë
For the love of May, the month of expectation,
I walk through mornings bright with new creation;
a hush of promise drifts along my way.
For the love of May, the month of wishes rising,
each blossom opens like a dream surprising;
a hush of promise drifts along my way.
For the love of May, the month of hope made tender,
I feel the world lean softly toward it’s splendor;
a hush of promise drifts along my way.
Sunny morning gives a promise
To become a pleasant day
I expect some light upon us
And the coolness of a shade
Misty morning gives no warning
How it’s going to develop
It could be a rain performing
Its drum solo on umbrella
Could be no precipitation
Just a usual grey day
Giving you no explanation
If you ask how long it’ll stay
I’ll walk out to Spar regardless
It’s the ritual I do
Living like a little mouse
In the house held by you
Mornings come to get away
As the clock speeds up the time
Comes the evening, just to say
“How are you?”, to hear “I’m fine".
“I need more time!” You yelled from upstairs
“I need more time.” You demanded under the door frame
“I need more time,” you whispered breathlessly as you were running, but the bus left anyway
Coffee. Tea.
Or whatever it may be.
Stay awake, wait for it.
Go to sleep when the sunshine's lit.
Your mind's suffocated,
let it breathe.
Night time mornings,
the losts' time for mourning.
Close your eyes
Clear your mind
Another night is yet to come.
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August 2020
One barista cracks daily jokes.
What did one bean say to another?
Come on be brew-tally honest.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
“Wake up! wake up! - you gonna be late”
“In 30 minutes, we need to be out that gate”
Crawling deeper under the sheet
“Mama but I need more sleep”
“Get done - you will be late for school”
“But help me look - I cannot find my other shoe”
Getting ready, almost done
“Mama I found my shoe - but now I lost the other one”
Forgot to put my makeup on, but at least we’re off to school
“Wait mama! - I forgot my jacket, and need to find my glasses too”
School drop, morning hugs and kisses done
“Wait mama! Another huggie - kissy - one more - wait - another one”
Off I go with a huge exhale - thinking - at least we found the other shoe
Made it on time for school, and got all my kissies and huggies too
Remembering - No matter how crazy my mornings may start
The love in those little eyes, will forever remain my favourite part
Excellent time to meditate, pray, and read
Activities are on standby and standing down
Rise and shine like freshly baked bread
Let the silence love on you
Yes to the stillness wrapped in anticipation
May God's favor rest on us
Opportunities of substance abound
Renewal speaks with a smile
Notes of newness are posted all around
I am often kissed by beautiful sunrises
Narratives are conceived within my soul
God often meets us in the quiet places,
Satuating our souls with His Presence
Farmer's Market mornings a parade of colourful awnings
Day dawning.. folks with a basket just awoke still yawning
Blokes fawning over what bespoke stalls are spawning
Queues peruse.. muse.. stroke & choose without warning
Arable fables & orchard parables the tables are adorning
Five AM, the world is still asleep
Not us
Your arm finds me in the dark and i melt into the warmth of it
Wrapping myself in the hush of Sunday mornings
Outside the sky brightens
But here, time doesn't move
There's only the quiet, the sounds of us
Soft laughter and small kisses that feel like sunrise
You whisper something silly
And I laugh half asleep
Even the quiet can't keep you from making me smile
For a moment,
I forget the week ahead
There's just you and the stillness
And the way Sunday mornings feel like home
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