watching and waiting
for the time to jump
then it hits me now now now
how how how could i miss it
it was my chance to be something great
the it hits me dont just sit see
don't wait for fate
you can't be someone great without doing something great
so you must do
but who cares about me nothing interesting to see
then make yourself interesting
show up and show them all
than you stand tall
as you rise to the call
but what if i fall
then rise agan
rise rise rise
rise and shine
Written: January 09, 2024
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A glimpse of a lavish dawn graced with hail,
Thorn sparkles and dewdrops on the rose wane.
Honey bees and robin-raptured boughs wail,
Calling me young and pale with a spring strain.
But I grasp the pride in the required time,
With glee, his father leaped for the flower.
As my zeal fades, I come back and sublime,
Will loom to be weathered and will glower.
Let me startle with pride in your garden,
Since I just have a short time left to live.
Let hope fool me if I'm weak from pardon,
It could lead you to smile at a blithe thrive.
Fresh shoots bloom after stretched frost,
Mirth sprigs sprout, and the glaze lost.
Nature's schemes leave me awestruck,
Art turns our dreams green, jaws stuck.
Withered from the perished air,
Tall wood trees stand brittle bare.
Their dead leafy branches brown,
where once the coolest boast drown.
Winter's sting grants Spring's consent,
Bluebirds' back squirrel content.
Beach morphs into a fish farm,
We received our fine luck charm.
Brooding clouds start to show light,
Warm the ground and shine the sight.
The porch draws me to the sun,
I sang when the day was done.
Gleam the future and spark hope.
Whose tunes stir up the whole scope?
From his snooze, the sun peeks out.
To grasp what hubbub is 'bout
Written: May 2nd, 2023
The sun's rays blare impatiently
a trumpet at my window
Their jars and jolts of dissonance
a workingman's overture's crescendo
Hot hot from the pot
The Earl of Grey
To start my day.
We sit and chatter
About this and that
Socrates and Plato
And things like that.
From a distant past
We flow through time,
Unfolding a future
Of precious dreams of mine.
Burrowed beneath billowing bedding
Eyes strain to lift leaden lids
Sleepy slumber
Summarily shaken off
Dreams disengaged
Reality recognised
A glance at the clock
To check it is really morning
And the day can begin
A stretch and a yawn
The body unfurled
Ready to rinse and repeat
The cycle of daily rituals
And chores
With vim and vigour
Oh, how we strive
To embrace and conquer
Each today with fresh eyes
With keen hope
And good intent
Till spent,
Time and energy melts away
And sleep again
Heralds another tomorrow
And a farewell to this day
Burrowed beneath billowing bedding
Eyes strain to lift leaden lids
Sleepy slumber
Summarily shaken off
Dreams disengaged
Reality recognised
A glance at the clock
To check it is really morning
And the day can begin
A stretch and a yawn
The body unfurled
Ready to rinse and repeat
The cycle of daily rituals
And chores
With vim and vigour
Oh, how we strive
To embrace and conquer
Each today with fresh eyes
With keen hope
And good intent
Till spent,
Time and energy melts away
And sleep again
Heralds another tomorrow
And a farewell to this day
seasons hypnotized
mother nature slumbering
searching for the dawn
Monday means rise and shine,
get out of bed and be at work on time,
it's a day some consider makes them blue
when full of stress and crying too.
This is a stanza taken from my "Days of the Week" poem.
Rise and Shine Sport,
Trucks and cars everywhere
All cars have their share
On never ending roads
Filled with heavy loads
So roads need support
Rise and shine sport,
Drivers with selfish greed
Drivers who cannot read
The rules of the book.
My mother is the rook
The twats are other sorts
Rise and shine sport,
The clock is ticking.
Better keep driving
Until time runs out,
Her boss runs her mouth
And files her report
Rise and shine sport,
My heart pounds and pounds
Like a merry go round
Eyes on a ring road
Or stitches would be shown
Might as well find the airport
Warnings
Dawnings
Yawnings
Mornings
Alarm clocks ring warnings, dawnings near.
Time to stop those yawnings, mornings here.
8 / 14 / 2019
Rise
And Shine
This Day's Find
A Temple's Shrine
Mine
the sun is breaking
my icicle is melting
the cow needs milking
take the teets
squeeze between
fingertips rhythmically
pulling while she's
pushing my buttons
undoing exposing
hairy cleavage
undying though
trying to attain
la petite mort
sorting and shuffling
shoveling grey matter
just a matter of time
garden hose watering
the flower
powder my hand
to throw a spit ball
strike three you're out
"Rise & Shine Women"
Continue on our journey like that of a Bald Eagle rising to greater heights above our circumstance(s) with strength and power on "High"
"Rise & Shine Women"
We are the women proudly displaying with consciousness of self dignity...
filled with excitement, rejoicing as we continue to explore faith, spirituality in a faith base community surrounded, enclosed neighboring with the appearance of unity.
"Rise & Shine Women"
Another day, another opportunity!!
DVines 3/4/2019
wake up
nuthin to decess
open the blinds
this is not a line
RISE AND SHINE
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