Short Noons Poems

Tranquil Zen mornings
Siddartha Nirvana noons
Infinites twilight...

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10/19/12

O’er blissful noons I lie in sighs
Awaiting a finish’d bliss
Not only for my own gain
But for the quiet, suffused light of friendship
Longing to warm your sufferings with kisses
Of sunshines billowing thru meadow’d peace
Entering thus—happiness
That all belovers seek...

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Said the moon to the sun
   I was the first across the sky to run

Said the sun to the moon
   True, but you can have your dark evenings and nights
  
For I've got bright mornings and blazing high-noons     
   ~ sun showers, rainbows and picturesquely-painted late afternoons...

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Ha, Ha, Ha.
It's getting better now, days of wine and roses,  dates, and alpine courses.
But through the haze of lost days, mornings, noons, and nights.
Everyday now!
A flower blooms, made of concrete.
weary morns,  hair afoul, breathe I breathe.
head a pounding, sounds afouling.
A flower blooms, made of concrete....

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oh fettered women,
do you walk symmetrically?
lining up your steps with calculation/closer to death, end of the day

oh faceless noons,
do you tread me and my flawed desires?
bringing your midnight reflections,washing over me like troubled water

oh fettered women,
do you believe in shamans, blindness, or love?
are we all broken yet?...

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Bow down to blissful feelings and noons well-spent
Listen for a moment if you have time for my pleas
I feel bliss once again, showering upon me like a waterfall fo wonderfulness 
Soaring too high in the current of the aqua-blue sky
Swallowed up in my lonely tide, but this alienated ambition sheds bliss upon me - solitude has no reason or excuse to interfere with my happiness (what are you waiting for? Fight back!)...

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Mother's mornings, we're getting up, she's thankful for waking, 
mother's days,  we're at school, she's singing while she's cleaning,
mother's noons, we're eating lunch, she's with dear friends, inviting,
mother's eves, before our dinner with our hands held, she's praying,
mother's nights, by our bedsides, she's saying "I love you" kissing,
mother's in heaven, softly saying I'm here my darlings, watching....

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Awfully splendorous fallen-leaf paintings on landscapes!
Ultra momentary changing of sky colors and shapes!
Trees, true forerunners, paving paths for the winter princess!
Umbrellas bidding farewell to the summer-rain messes!
Munificently mesmerizing multicolored Morns!
Nebulous fogs knitting knotty nets in nocturnal noons!


04 October 2021
Autumn Acrostic Poetry Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger...

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Carrying humor in the eyes,
there goes summer....
of it goes with its bright morning....
with its sweaty noons.....
with the tapering evenings....

Cool evening breeze,
giving pleasure to the eyes....
giving pleasure to the body....
still with humor in its eyes...
the flooding evening....

Raining hard for hours,
washing the day's pain away....
changing the signs....
with darkness in the sky's bosom...
there goes the summer......

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Upon evening and exotic shores,
I feel the mist of your hair,
Your hips,
Of the sweetest crescents,
Dance like a ballerina,

With an irises love,
And its blush of lavendars,
Serenading vases and gardens,

Your accents of honey,
Born of the enchanted waves,
Caresses the soul,
With loving midnights,
And tender noons,

The evening sways,
With lovely,
and solacing bouquets,
Its mango sighs,
Strewn along the petalled vistas
Reynaldo Casison...

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A bright green breeze rustles among tired trees,
	Through the wide window.
Fall morns and noons find a dearth of bright blooms
	Through the wide window.
Hellish heat before rain, come again the cool steam
	Through the wide window.

Sunset falls, cicadas call and beckon,
	Through the wide window.
And quiet old minds instinctively find heavy eyes
	Through the wide window.
That time of rest, who have labored best, their night,
	Close the wide window....

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