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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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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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Hope Again

HOPE AGAIN

Hope again.
What are without Hope?
If we cannot Hope
We cannot live.
And what do we need to hope for?
A small thing?
A crust of bread?
Any dream that helps us believe in ourselves again?
The morning light-
Beauty Truth Goodness.
A word of kindness.
Love true Love.
The greatest and the smallest things.
Hope gives us life
We need hope to live
Thank God for all the times in my life when unending despair ended
And Hope has begun again.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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I hope part 2

I hope she loves you more then me
I hope she is everything you need
I hope she is more then I could be
I hope she fulfills your every need 

I hope she can make you feel whole
I hope her love can fulfill your soul 
I hope she can keep you comfortable
I hope her love is all you'll need to know

I hope your leaving youll not regret
I hope you will find your happiness 
I hope me you will never forget 
I hope I can move on and get over this

poem by Your Pusha
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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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Happy Valentine’s Day!

To all my little buddies
From across the Internet
I hope you have a Valentine’s
Day you can’t forget

I hope someone sends you
The sweetest little ‘ole card
I hope you get some flowers
You can plant out in the yard

I hope you get some candy
Sweet chocolate just for you
And happiness you will find
From morning right on through!

Happy Valentine’s Day!

poem by Marilyn Lott
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Were There Hope

I was never in a league of noble gentlemen
To whom she'd cast polite and flitting smiles,
Only distant hope and dying dreams for me!
Or perhaps descent into a game of wiles

To give a chance of sipping wine on heady nights
With her angelic presence to declare;
Above, an aura playing out hypnotic hues,
And I in awe of blonde cascades of hair.

But no! my tiring soul is sinking in a mire
To haunt me for an age and evermore, for
How could I expect to hold her silken hand
When I am but a soulless ghost of yore?

Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Hope is a part of Life

Hope is for happiness to an ending
Hope is nothing if you don't beleive
Hope is a shooting star if you see one
Something can never end so, Hope is a part of Life

Hope is delicate from heaven to hell
Hope can't always help the gods
Hope shoudn't be about exciestence
Sometime when you're giving up on something, Hope is a part of Life

Hope can be an empty trail
Hope isn't for punishment or love
Hope is not a welcome guest
When is it that I saw you last time?
is it when we saw Hope is a part of Life

Hope can never be changed
What else that can be hope?
Hope is a passion
Hope can't always save you
Hope is something in Life that doesn't always happen everyday......

poem by Vanessa Sleeth
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Hope (edited)

I've heard hopes enough to keep you alive,
To pull you from the darkness,
I've heard it's enough to keep you sane,
To keep you in this life,
They say that it's a joyous feeling,
But it's not,
Hopes the knife plunged in your back,
Pushing you to the edge,
Hopes the greatest poison in any dead mans chest,
Hope that they'll come back,
Hope they'll see the light,
But hope hurts more then the deepest betrayal,
It keeps you up at night,
With dreams that tomorrow,
Well, tomorrow everything will go back,
Back to how it was,
Back to love and happiness,
And then in the morning when nothings changed,
When your all alone,
Wondering why,
Then you know the truth,
An it's many sleepless nights,
It's hope when you think you see the light,
At the end of that infinite tunnel,
That it's all going to end just like that,
And it's hope thats putting the knife to your throat,
And is leaving you there to bleed dry,
And it's hope in the morning after the loss,
That causes the pain throbbing in your chest,
And hope is the knowledge that for all your want,
It will never be the same,
And hope is the biggest betrayal,
The greatest poison in a dead mans treasure chest.

poem by Holly Heron
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Good Morning Baby

ft. Dan Wilson
Between an overload of information
And a striving for a pure dedication I
Find myself looking for the exit sign
See your pretty face in the sunshine
In the morning after staying up all night I
Want to wake you just to hear you
Tell me it's alright
And all I want to be is too much
Sometimes for me
Good morning baby
I hope I'm gonna make it through another day
Good morning baby
I hope I'm gonna make it through another day
See the stars and all the planets
Fly the great wide world and have it all
Yeah better get a ticket better get in line
I'm praying now for beautiful weather
Take a car and drive forever but I'm
Only ever sitting at the traffic light
And all the world to see is too much
Sometimes for me
Good morning baby
I hope I'm gonna make it through another day
Good morning baby
I hope we're gonna make it through another day
(And when you rise)
And when you rise you'll find me here
(Open your eyes)
And see myself reflected there
(And for awhile)
A little room becomes an everywhere

song performed by by Bic Runga
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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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There Is A Special Happiness/In Recovery From Sickness

There is a special happiness
In recovery from sickness-
One feels born again-
It is a new world filled with hope -
All the other problems are for a moment forgotten
And one knows one can do any thing one needs and wants to-

All is hope and happiness and gratitude-
The light has never quite shined like this before -
Even for an old man the world is beginning again.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Morning Light Is Here/ A New Day Is Here

The morning light is here
A new day is here
Life begins again
Hope also-

God has made the world in such a way
That each day is a new day
And each morning a new hope

I thank God for this
I thank God for so much
It is my son's Hebrew birthday today
I thank God for such a son-

poem by Shalom Freedman
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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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There Is No Poem/Like The Poem Of The Morning

THERE IS NO POEM/ LIKE THE POEM OF THE MORNING

There is no poem
Like the poem of the morning-
The poem of beginning again-
The poem of light-
The poem of hope-
The poem of a new world.

Even when one is old,
The poem of the morning
Is a new poem.

And we need new poems.

We need mornings-
We need light-
We need hope-
The poem of a new day
Of beginning again
Even when one is old.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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This Poem Of The Morning

This poem of the morning
Is meant to tell
What all morning poems are
But who can know another’s morning?
And who can know another’s night?

We live each day
As that day is
I am here now
Will I be here tomorrow?

I wait for this day’s light
This day’s hope
This day’s struggle against the night
It is not even light yet
And I am here ‘calling it ‘morning’

Let me I pray God
When the light comes
Have the strength
To live this day
With all the light and love
You enable me to give..

poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Morning Is Its Own Poem

The morning is its own poem
It does not need my words
The light also.

How is it that one time of the day
Gives us life and hope
while others do not?

The morning is its own poem
And I am here walking in it
And trying to live and hope
Once again.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Message In A Bottle

Just cast away and I am lost at sea
Another lonely day and no one here but me
More loneliness than any man could bear
Rescue me before I fall into despair
I send an s.o.s. to the world
I send an s.o.s. to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
Message in a bottle
A year has passed since I wrote my note
I should have known it right from the start
Only hope can keep us together
Love can mend your life but love can break your heart
I send an s.o.s. to the world
I send an s.o.s. to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
Message in a bottle
Walked out this morning I dont believe what I saw
A hundred billion bottles washed up on the shore
Seems Im not alone at being alone
A hundred billion castaways all looking for a home
I send an s.o.s. to the world
I send an s.o.s. to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
Message in a bottle
Sending out an s.o.s.
(repeats until end)

song performed by by John Mayer
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Walking On

Walking On

Darkness -
Black clouds- grey spaces-
Morning light nonetheless-
A sudden happiness-recalling
So many times of Shabbat happiness
Given by God-
Through the years -

And now this year- Health again
The hope of more years-
Dark skies and so much light still-
Walking on.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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A Moment Remembered Of Shabbat Ha-Gadol 5770

A MOMENT REMEMBERED OF SHABBAT HA- GADOL 5770

Darkness-
Black clouds- grey spaces-
Morning light nonetheless-
A sudden happiness recalling
So many times of Shabbat Happiness
Given by God-

And now this year- Health again
The hope of more years-
Dark skies and so much light still-
I walk and pray on.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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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.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.

song performed by by Amy Grant
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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