So many lives lived
are unsubstantial
too many conversations
inconsequential
lifetimes of potential
unfulfilled
hopes dreams ambitions
killed
days wasted
nighttimes too
some held down by others
not necessarily their betters
accepting unquestioning
living a life in mental fetters
prisoners or prey
of the powers in play
To you I give rhymes,
From different reasoning lifetimes...
That cost mind nighttimes
To offer the best;
Free of lyrical contest,
Beyond mere interest.
Now, it is time's way...
To lead on a brighter day,
That finds nice display-
Step by step, with all
It takes not to ever fall...
Even at nightfall
Before been too late,
To improve steps world's trials fate,
Leaping far its gait...
A day of goodwill,
That set standards on God's will:
Righteousness fulfill
For friends even foes,
Like what friendly strangers pose...
That's way world enclose
But gives kind gesture...
To tell you- good adjuster,
In life's adventure.
The sun looked tired this morning
Yawning stretched shadows over silent birds
Teasing nighttimes sleeping flowers
As its lazy snooze alarm hummed idly
©9/11/2023
The ghosts of fear are nesting
glaring clouds that are driven
A procession of baying donkeys
The ponds reflection loudly decries
as gulls shriek for attention
Nighttimes plumage banishes bluish
A torrent of rain flatters
the receiving river
painted by the sunshine
in the days of gold
Daylight with,
its gifts so bright,
brings clarity
to my mind.
Nights darkened caress,
with moonlit breast,
is a
catalyst
igniting dream-fires.
Daylight sings
of lovely things;
sights and senses,
are entrancing delights.
Nighttimes chorals,
singing florals
to sleep by,
firefly
nightlights.
Daydreams bring
invented schemes,
to my wandering
mind.
Night dreams
stream,
dancing swing,
to music of the night.
All-in-all,
the day and night,
duality’s balance brings.
The yin/yang
of life’s tang’s
a joyous reality.
chill breath
of dawn lights
upon my window-pane-
nighttimes promises
freeze into crystal
NOTE:Essentially a tanka in English is a 3 line hiku(SHOW)& a 2 line couplet (TELL) comment
Graceful flamingo flocks prance into spring,
And trees budding green host hordes on a wing.
In pine trees, squirrels scamper to sunshine,
And dragonflies and blooms grace the tree line.
Crickets chirp whole summer nighttimes away,
Then vast herds of elk run all through midday.
Butterfly bliss means pink mass migrations,
While enthralling people teem proud nations.
Through mountain meadow, vale, forest and sea,
Spring's bursting all over, warm and carefree!
Written on 3/21/2021
For: Rhyming Couplets Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Janice Canerdy
Once more the dark succumbs to light
as dawn reveals its power,
again returning Mankind’s sight
as all arise from darkness hour.
This daily conquest of Earth’s veil
revives the land at nighttimes’ cost
as dark submits, once more to fail,
and sinks below horizons lost.
But every dog must have its day
and nighttimes’ dog is darkest night
for when the light has failed its stay
nighttime again will win this fight.
So thus the sands of time persist
as sure as daytime follows night,
and all we touch by fate is kissed
no matter how we choose to fight.
When darkness steals the light of day,
when lost and blinded lacking sight,
its then we seek horizons new
where we may find a glimpse of light.
As dawn awakes with the rising sun,
its healing powers transform each day,
then even fate can be undone
if in its light you choose to stay.
Ivor G Davies
Advents diffusion crossing the nighttimes
Eclectically assembled sky....
Paragons cardinal moment amid this
The Masterstrokes ~
Brushing such as these, millennial stars!?
Daeothisis, turning gently pensives kaleidoscope in
Jurisdictions palette of hand....
Sine qua nons, plus quam perfectums
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Didactic, school of art ~
chill breath
of dawn lights
upon my window-pane
nighttimes promises
freeze into crystal
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