Star Sunshine Poems

++ November's treasure ++
Mississippi Queen look she's no movie-star
She's always just been the Led Zeppelin swan song
As thin a beam shone bright from a lovers...

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Sunlight expects the dawn to return,
Soft blessings pour out laughter,
Stirrings of faith who remind and discern,
Warming the rhythms, the rhymes hereafter.

Moonlight expects the night to...

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Like fireflies, glistening in the twilight
Filling hearts with the sweetest calm,
Coloring thoughts in peacefulness, so I write
Words reflecting the grace, its tender balm
Breathing joy through...

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I Believe

I believe in beautiful mornings,
Lapis lazuli skies,
Cotton ball clouds,
Waking up slowly,
Feeling the lovely warmth,
More ardent than a trillion suns,
Emanating from the person beside you,
As...

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A Golden Blade Of Setting Sunshine, By Davieo, David Rothchild

A golden blade
Of setting sunshine
Shimmeringly pierces the shade
Of wavy water tops, a shrine divine,
Sublime, nurtures natures...

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Many months had passed,  
with much anticipation.  
I counted every day,            ...

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Quote By Poet: "As one year ends ~ another is waiting to begin. What will the New Year bring? Only time will tell."
 
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a hot day, white light
lime green leaves and roses gleam
in the starlight phase

scintillating sun
with its fierce glare everywhere
except long shadows

captives of white heat
as sun shows...

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in the mellow morn
a revelry of roses
pervasive heat, grapes

glossy trees tremble
day's marching into the gold
butterfly frenzy

the day star twinkles
entering doors and windows
housewarming party

a straw hat...

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Your bema seat is the sunrise piercing through rain
Your portrait is the morning star breaking through clouds
The lamps lit are the family of stars that...

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I behold the aurora from the open cerulean, 
Descending down to the narthex of the east.
The first glimpse awakens the phoenix o'er the yon Caribbean,
And...

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I belonged to a family of farmers, we had farmed for generations;
And we were true to our land, as blooms loyal to sweet sensations.

I knew...

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After all the long months waiting and planning,                the day had arrived for you to meet me.   ...

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how strange
how odd
cryptic life pears at our star from a far
from under a violet willow tree.
millenniums to come...
dandelions with strange colors,
in the winds of dim...

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Rare forms blare 
into the empirical hot sun.

Each traced in fire,
each outlined by the crystal 
shimmer of the son.

Haloed in glamour
A play of color.

Of One.

Layers...

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