A fine morning on the Ivory Coast
This fine morning - sun through swaying palm trees,
the lap of waves heard distantly,
sunlight glinting on their sparkling lap-tops..
in cool rooms, breeze moving the curtains
like a seductive dancer,
a thousand hands of hope,
fingers of illusion,
tap out letters of beseechment
to the greater world
politely, generously, asking for support
to release for a substantial share
the huge but tied-up inheritance
of the late father who so sadly...
and hope springs eternal
as the gullible gulp and gasp
this fine sunny morning,
this funny-money morning
on the Ivory Coast
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Hope.
Hope is the sweet, sweet scent
of flowers in the morning
Hope is the cool gentle breeze
on a warm summer's day
Hope is the knowledge of stability
from a son in mourning
Hope is the bright shining light
keeping darkness at bay
Hope is the calming warmth
during a cold winter
Hope is the determination
of an athelete on the track
Hope is the potential
of a newborn baby
Hope is the love
between you and me
Hope springs eternal
poem by Krantol Northic
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Father
Father, blessed father,
Its morning again.
I give you, father, myself, father,
Continue your plan.
I know together we can climb mountains in the sky.
No one can stop us when Im standing by your side.
Troubles knocking here again;
Ill tell him jesus has me by his hand.
Hell walk me through.
Father, loving father,
Create in me
A pure love, father, your love, father,
Instill it in me.
I remember the nights Ive cried for you;
Now I only have to die for you;
Thank you, lord, youve made it clear just for me.
I see the light;
Its burning out the night.
Oh, father,
Its morning.
Morning.
Morning.
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Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
song performed by by Amy Grant
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Why Do I Love The Morning So?
Why do I love the morning so?
Morning even in old age
gives the illusion of beginning-
It gives Hope-
We all need Hope to live -
Morning gives Hope and Happiness-
The illusion of a new world to come
And the Happiness of fresh air and brighter skies.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Every Morning
My god the years have passed me by
where was I hiding
And then around the world for sometimes
it's a previous now
The morning sun is in my eyes
It doesn't hide the lies
It is not there
The great skies
Happy birthday baby
Happy birthday
Every morning
Every morning in time
we're doing fine
Every morning
Every morning in time
we're doing fine
I don't remember being you
Was it so much for me
I don't remember feeling this great
It was not for me
I paid the price
A sacrifice
It was worth than that
My time has come
I don't(?) feel young
Begin again
Happy birthday
Every morning
Every morning in time
we're doing fine
Every morning
Every morning in time
we're doing fine
song performed by by Cranberries from Wake Up And Smell The Coffee
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Morning breeze
Sun shine enters followed by
Cool breeze through the window,
Kingdom of sleep comes to end
Some string pulls head from pillow.
Feel of morning cool breeze
touching the body, soul wakes.
Thunder of memories of night cooled
on flow of dreams, putting brake.
Trees have worked whole night
now singing lullaby before go to rest.
Leaves are swaying and dancing
as some one shaking holding hands.
Reach passing through woods, orchards
mountains, sea and meadows
with sweet, salty, whiffed cool touch
wane blossoms and faces glow.
Blooming blossoms swaying say
good morning to kissing sun rays.
Whispering breeze performs prayer
in the temples and the churches.
Chirping birds swing their wings
to welcome and embrace the breeze.
Celestial cool touch pierce the soul
thoughts for a while freeze.
(C) S. D. Tiwari
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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The Morning Writes Its Own Poem
THE MORNING WRITES ITS OWN POEM
The morning writes its own poem
The light is its poem
We need the light of the morning
After the long darkness of night
The morning is hope
The morning is beginning
The morning is a new day
A new world -
We need the morning
And we need to begin again
And we need to feel life has hope
And we need to love the world
And to believe that walking out into it
Begins another day.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Fine As Fine Can Be
Youre as soft as the rose
Youre as sweet as the honey
Youre as warm as the bright morning sun
Youre as cool as the breeze on the last days of april
Youre as fine as fine can be
Youre like time is to space
Youre like faith is to trustin
Youre like blue is to feelin unkind
Youre like joy is for love,
Youre like dreams are for chasin
Youre as fine as fine can be
And when I am gone my thoughts are all with you
Youre my little angel you see
Youre as bright as the moon
Youre as light as a feather
Youre as fine as fine can be
Like the rain is for the crops
Youre like food for my thoughts
Youre like true is for knowin whats not
Youre like leaves are for trees
Youre like bees are for buzzin
Youre as fine as fine can be
Youre as bright as the moon
Youre as light as a feather
Youre as fine as fine can be
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Summer Breeze
a straw hat on my head
dark sunglasses on my eyes
cotton beach shorts
barefoot i walk along the shore
i stop a while
the summer breeze is so cool
early morning
the sea is peaceful
the trees spreading branches
a shower of yellowing leaves
for the passing air
the sun spreads the first rays
a fine morning
a promising day
for you and me
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sunlight on white paint. For the New Year.
The house across the way is newly painted white.
Right now, that’s all my being seems to need:
this winter morning, sharp, cold, bright and clear,
the morning sunlight pours across white paint;
contains a thousand messages, in me
interpreted.. or simply left to be..
this moment, that’s as much as being craves:
this morning’s glory; and I, born for praise..
even as I write, I watch the sun’s
white paint brush move across the house’s front
and tell the eye of reason that this world
is turning, basking, in this morning sun;
already sparkling on the Bondi waves
as if the world had just been washed anew;
cast early dawn’s pearl light on Taj Mahal
as if the sun itself could never tire of beauty;
Italian villa forecourts just hosed down,
the air all fresh to meet the warming day;
the gardens of Carmel, eight hours from now,
will paint their flowers fresh with mist and dew;
as every carefree holiday yourself
recall, as proof eternal of pure soul..
and here - the witness of my silent mind
needs nothing, need go nowhere else to find
its very self, this moment without taint:
immortal sunlight shining on white paint.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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On This Very Morning
On this very morning
I can justify being late
I was locked in traffic
And I couldn't find any holes
I was smiling at the car right next to me
We understood each others pain
But neither of us were moving
On this very morning
I was drinking coffee
With the shine of a million red lights
And the sound of a thousand horns
On this very morning
I understood why I was single
As I looked in the car in front of me
The argument was intense
On this very morning
I was late
I'm sorry
Good-bye
poem by Cokbod Lodwogo
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Sunny Skies
Sunny skies sleeps in the morning
He doesnt know when to rise
He closes his weary eyes upon the day
Look at him yawning
Throwing his morning hours away
He knows how to ease down slowly
Everything is fine in the end
And you will be pleased to know
That sunny skies hasnt a friend
Sunny skies weeps in the evening
It doesnt much matter why
I guess he just has to cry from time to time
Everyones leaving
And sunny skies has to stay behind
Still he knows how to ease down slow
Everything is fine in the end
And you will be pleased to know
That sunny skies hasnt a friend
Sunny skies sleeps in the morning
He doesnt know when to rise
He closes his weary eyes upon the day
And throws it all away
Looking at the snow and trees that grow
Outside my window
Looking at the things that passed me by
Wondering if where Ive been is worth
The things Ive been through
Ending with a friend named sunny skies
song performed by by James Taylor
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0216 Nobility, humility
Early on a fine morning in June,
everything so still, the air
as if air had just been invented,
carrying scents, and
taste, and touch, and sparkling clarity -
it could even be singing to my contented listening;
cool air, waiting to be warmed by the sun;
at this magic hour, it matters not whether
countryside or town;
and I'm suddenly, unexpectedly
filled with the nobility of life -
and simulteously, or perhaps just after it,
humility...
and this strange, agreeable pair, I bask in,
live and move and have my being,
this fine morning in June
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Anything But Mine
Walking alone beneath the lights of that miracle mile, me and Mary making our way into the
night, you can hear the cries from the carnival rides, the pin ball bells, and the ski ball slides,
watching the summer sun fall out of sight, theres a warm wind coming in from off of the ocean
making its way past the hotel wall to fill the streets Mary is holding both of her shoes in
her hands said she likes to feel the sand beneath her feet
And in the morning Im leaving n making my way back to Cleveland so tonight I hope I would do
just fine, and I dont see how you could ever be anything but mine
Theres a local band playing at the sea side pavilion and I got just enough cash to get us in
and as we are dancing Marys wrapping her arms around me and I cant feel the sting of summer
on my skin in the mist of the music I tell her I love her, we both laugh cause we know it isnt true
but Mary there is a summer drawing to tonight theres so much that i long to do to you
but in the morning Im leaving n making my way back to Cleveland so tonight I hope I would
do just fine n I dont see how you could ever be anything but mine
Ooooooooo..
And in the morning Im leaving n making my way back to Cleveland so tonight I hope I will
do just fine n I dont see how you could ever be anything but mine
Mary I dont see how you could ever be anything but mine
Ooooooooooo...ooooooooooooooo...
...And in the morning Im leaving n making my way back to Cleveland so tonight I hope I would
do just fine n I dont see how you could ever be anything but mine
song performed by by Kenny Chesney
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Sunlight
I can’t wait for tomorrow
To see a brand new day
I think about the morning
And it warms my heart
The morning sunlight
That brings me hope
The sunlight
That keeps me to smile
Oh sunlight… don’t you know
How much joy you had brought to me?
I go dance with the trees
To the tune of gasping leaves
Sunlight, Oh sunlight
Show me the way
For a brighter day
Shine on me like a guiding light
Bring me the love
That I can feel deep inside of me
Come to me
And light my window pane
For today, you are my angel
Oh sunlight, my sunlight
Stay close to me
As I feel your power
That embraces me
For today and tomorrow
You’ll be there beside me
Oh sunlight….
You’re my laughter, my friend
My life, my joy
Oh sunlight….! ! !
poem by Cheryl Aldea
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Roof Is Leaking
The roof is leaking and the wind is howling
Kids are crying 'cos the sheets are so cold
I woke this morning found my hands were frozen
I've tried to fix the fire, but you know the damn thing's too old
It's been months now, since we heard from our Mary,
I wonder if she ever made the coast
She and her young man, they both moved out there
But I sure hope they write, just to let us know
CHORUS
And me, I'm getting stronger by the minute
My wife's expecting, but I hope she can wait
'Cos this winter looks like it's gonna be another bad one
But Spring'll soon be here,
Oh God I hope it's not late
Ma and Pa lived here, and theirs before them
Tried their hardest to make it a home
Seems so long now since they passed over
Hope my children'll try to make it their own
The roof is leaking and the wind is howling
Kinds are crying, 'cos the sheets are so cold
I woke this morning found my hands were frozen
I've tried to
(REPEAT) CHORUS
And me, I'm getting stronger by the minute
My wife's expecting, but I hope she can wait
'Cos this winter looks like it's gonna be another bad one
But Spring'll soon be here,
Oh God I hope it's not late
song performed by by Phil Collins
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The Morning After
A kasha/j hirschorn
Theres got to be a morning after, if we can hold on through the night
We have a chance to find the sunshine lets keep on looking for the light
Oh cant you see the morning after? its waiting right outside the storm
Why dont we cross the bridge together and find a place thats safe and warm?
Its not too late, we should be giving, only with love can we we climb
Its not too late, not while were living, lets put our hands out in time
Theres got be a morning after, were moving closer to the shore
I know well be there by tomorrow and well escape the darkeness
We wont be searching anymore
Theres got be a morning after, were moving closer to the shore
I know well be there by tomorrow and well escape the darkeness
We wont be searching anymore
Theres got be a morning after
Theres got be a morning after
Theres got be a morning after
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Definition Of Hope
Hope is the sweet scent
Of flowers in the morning.
Hope is the cool gentle breeze
On a warm summer's day.
Hope is the knowledge of stability
From a man in mourning.
Hope is the bright shining light
Keeping darkness at bay.
Hope is the calming warmth
During a cold winter.
Hope is the determination
Of an athelete on the track.
Hope is the potential
Of a newborn baby.
Hope is the love
Between you and me!
{28/07/2007}
poem by Istiqur Rahman
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The Red Rose
How beautiful is the red rose
The morning dew that sits upon its petals
Sparkles in the morning light
How sweetly it dances in the soft breeze
Moving gracefully to the beat of the trees
How subdued are its red petals
In the morning light
In the daylight bright
The red rose gives life
To the ones who share love forever
It thrives all day and night
The red rose is alive
poem by Alex Fischer
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In The Morning
In the morning when the moon is at its rest,
You will see me at the time I love the best
Watching rainbows play on sunlight;
Pools of water iced from cold night,in the morning.
tis the morning of my life.
In the daytime I will meet you as before.
You will find me waiting by the ocean floor,
Building castles in the shifting sands
In a world that no one understands,
In the morning.
tis the morning of my life,
In the morning of my life the
Minutes take so long to drift away
Please be patient with your life
Its only morning and youre still to live your day
In the evning I will fly you to the moon
To the top right hand corner of
The ceiling in my room
Where wll stay until the sun shines
Another day to swing on clothes lines
May I be yawning
It is the morning of my life
It is the morning of my life
In the morning
In the morning
In the morning
song performed by by Bee Gees
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The Roof Is Leaking
The roof is leaking and the wind is howling
Kids are crying cos the sheets are so cold
I woke this morning found my hands were frozen
Ive tried to fix the fire, but you know the damn things too old
Its been months now, since we heard from our mary,
I wonder if she ever made the coast
She and her young man, they both moved out there
But I sure hope they write, just to let us know
And me, Im getting stronger by the minute
My wifes expecting, but I hope she can wait
cos this winter looks like its gonna be another bad one
But springll soon be here,
Oh God I hope its not late
Ma and pa lived here, and theirs before them
Tried their hardest to make it a home
Seems so long now since they passed over
Hope my childrenll try to make it their own
The roof is leaking and the wind is howling
Kids are crying, cos the sheets are so cold
I woke this morning found my hands were frozen
Ive tried to fix the fire, but you know the damn things too old
And me, Im getting stronger by the minute
My wifes expecting, but I hope she can wait
cos this winter looks like its gonna be another bad one
But springll soon be here,
Oh God I hope its not late
song performed by by Phil Collins
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