Short Noontide Poems
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Alert we wake to a morningtide
Bright-eyed inside, when it rains noontide
We downed a few
All drunk we knew
We danced to wrong homes at eveningtide
view,
incredibly
striking.
Idyllic
otherworldly
noontide.
ocular
feast
picturesque
and
resplendent
another
day
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Date written: 04/05/2020
My Shadow
By: Tom Wright
9-11-2006
Only my shadow at noontide
Replicates the man I am.
It makes no allowances
For the man of morning that I was,
Or for the man I had hoped to be.
As day wanes
My shadow grows ever longer,
Until the time that sunset
Eats its lunch and pops the sack.
MORROW yon today cast is now
OVERCAST shadows white clouds
RAINY not project of this forecast
NEXT precept compass
INTENSE light, heats bright
NEAR rising shines
GOOD morn rises the sun
SHINES ON, shines, shines on
UNCLOUDED blue cleared path
NOONTIDE sun in all it’s heated, lighted, brightest righteousness
3/3/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Is it logic
Is it impulse
Is it neither
Or then both
Is it Descartes
Is it Hegel
Is it Kantian
In our hope
Will we whisper
Will we dictate
Will we prejudge
Most devout
Will we wonder
Will we question
Will we pander
Into doubt
In the morning
In the noontide
In the twilight
Of our youth
Reason saunters
Reason flounders
Reason kneels
— before the truth
(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)
As petals open one by one
I think of rehabilitation
But who am I?
Wild Irish rose I used to be.
I am a part of what's in you
I am the iris of your eyes
I am a black panther prancing in warm rain
I am a brook finding river, reaching to sea
I am quiet dawn awakened by the Source
I am noontide warmth
I am rainbow glow of evenings
I am a good night sleep
I am morning inspiring you
I am the humble eye, renewed each spring.
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Rain pours against the windowpane,
As all the world has gone gray,
With dark skies all the noontide,
And foul weather keeps us inside.
Like vivid autumn leaves fallen,
Once exotic dancers on the wind,
Soon dead and buried in snowdrifts,
In keeping with the rule of the
Seasons, one dance in golden sun!
Like the afternoons daily dying,
For some vivid lives are shorter.
As the rainbow lasted for a moment,
Leaving memories before it went!