Bliss Star Flights Morning Lights Ecstasy
how rare bliss star flights morning lights ecstasy
ah I was riding the morning breaks then Nair punctuated
paradise capitalized it into a pitiful small black box
then thrown away the key while eternal morning breaks
and I watched amazed as renewal stellar dawn light paled
misty grey dark as darkness crept over earth Nairwood
I saw the morning breaks spread around sphere circle the earth
then Nair zeroed it like a math teacher chasing too many zeroes
was in a daydream he brought me down with finite drab diction
eternity begged artists of divine sight come embrace stellar light
together multiuniverses we crossed in instant thought flight
myriads myriads of angels blessed us upon our star cosmic night
then Nair zeroed infinity with punctuation marks capital letters
crossing t dotting i is not part of nirvana liberation illumination
transcendent consciousness body mind soul embraces stellar bliss
Inspired by the poem ‘The Morning Breaks Out' by Miroslava Odalovic.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Morning Breaks Out
the morning breaks out in beauty
and I say hello to the storms
to the clouds and the blue
to the shore to the sea
the morning breaks out in love
and I say hello to the hearts
to the faces and the smiles
to the hands and to the eyes
the morning breaks out in wonder
and I say hello to the child
to the young to the old
to the living and the dead
the morning breaks out in hope
and I say hello to the horizon line
drawing the instinct pre-nature soul
within whose wisdom I'll daily dwell
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Riding Changing Pursuit Thoughts
sometimes he rides his thoughts like bicycles
sometimes thoughts like the allure of a whisper
sometimes thoughts like the scent of a candle
sometimes thoughts like the purr of a motorcycle
sometimes thoughts like screaming engine race
sometimes thoughts like thunder lightning flashes
sometimes flash fire thoughts comets igniting the sky
sometimes riding morning breaks punctuates paradise
sometimes morning breaks spread encircle entire earth
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Qualities of light
A certain gauzy luminosity
In the dawn of a summer day
The diffuse, dispersive quality
As morning breaks… across the bay
That almost palpable morning spark
In a young girl’s liquid eyes
Dawn’s nascent glow… ‘neath night’s dark
Of star and moonlit skies
Golden haloes drape oe’r mountaintops
Beams peeking shyly through the valleys
Columns of crystal, piercing thunderclouds
Chasing darkness… down empty alleys
Filtering through filigree lace of old lady’s windows
Spotlighting dust motes dancing in air
Mirrored in tresses of maidens and widows
Reflected in highlights of grey and blonde hair
laths of lights, rise lazily toward the beams
Through cracks and splits of sun bleached wood
Old barns and sunbeams not always what they seem
Early light, … prismatic rainbow… oft misunderstood
Display the might of new sunny day
Then blazing bright…away with the night!
So much more… then one can say…
of…The many, curious qualities of light
poem by David Whalen
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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
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A Morning Poem
I greet the morning air
with half sleep filled eyes
the damp of morning dew
taken in with each breath
slowly light breaks through
waking me fully into the day
thoughts stir I remain unmoved
greeting the morning air
I look to the streets ahead
to the journey I must make
I say a quiet prayer
to the spirit of the poets
heart, mind and soul
let this day not fall
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Not Every Morning Is A Poem
NOT EVERY MORNING HAS A POEM
Not every morning has a poem
Not every morning has the light one needs
Not every morning is a new beginning
Not every morning is what morning should be.
Still this morning I will try
As I most often try
To feel from the first step outside
That morning is a new day.
God, how long has it been
With all these days and all this effort
And all these needings to begin again?
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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A Second Sight
the day
daylight
is too dense
many minds
locked into
materialism
materialistic
concerns worries
material purposes
clay imprisonment
body form needs
demands dictates
sun bakes clay
cuneiform clay
tablets into rigid
fixed unbending
thought patterns
furnace hardened
in days progression
entrenched rigid set
the night
nightlight
night perceptions
night vibrations
soul released
aura vibrations
tune solar sail
celestial cosmic
interfacing energy
stellar wind transcribes
into thought flickering
images absorbing higher
dimensions focused
through inner knowing
third eye briefly seeing
written upon dark skies
aflame with star light
crossing stellar distances
carrying plasma light
code sentient deciphered
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Embers of Memories
A fire breaks out in me
before the dawn of light.
It rages in me
burns all my dreams
the heaven is a silent witness
the morning star hides its face.
The day sweeps away
the embers of memories
with the night.
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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The Light Through The Morning Window
THE LIGHT THROUGH THE MORNING WINDOW
The light through the morning window
The small leaves of the light green tree
The pale sky waiting behind everything
The night which is gone now.
All these failures one after the other,
Other names other destinies, greater than mine
The single singing I cannot hear
The great prophecies I will not realize.
Others who are more to me
Even than I am to myself.
The morning
The morning again
Words again
Trying to live again
A poem again perhaps.
In a life of many days
In which each small day
Its own struggle
And each night
A night which ends
With morning light.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Kiss you in moments I might (Persian / Rubiyat quatrains)
Kiss you in moments I might,
while the depth of my love is out of sight
and the dawn breaks red
shattering the dark starry night
and there is something great to first light
as the morning comes open and bright
while we both lie comfortable in bed
and the sun becomes hot and white.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Sweet Mornings
When morning breaks after the dark of night
tis a miracle that occurs.
Because my eyes can see it
the being in me purrs
with warm delight from morning's light.
I look at it and know
that when its hours pass away
and its time is here to go,
the intelligence that brought it
will repeat its ritual again.
And when my eyes pass from this world
all my sweet, sweet mornings
for me will say Amen.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Nun in the Schoolyard
The morning
The morning smile
Her smile
The morning light
The light morning
The light step
The heavy steps around
The passers by
Her smile
A light stop
A smile widens
The river
In her eyes
Lights the dark
The lark
'Good morning'
Sings the morning
Passes by
The night
And many a night
Her smile
Passes by
The sweetest
Unforgetable.
poem by Eman Elbadawi
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A Poem Of Love
If the morning breaks If the day brightens If the night darkens If the storm rages If the star shines If the earth perishes Loving you will never dry, but will continue to stand the test of time my one and only lover.
poem by Olayemi Ayo
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There Is A Poem For Me Somewhere This Morning
THERE IS A POEM FOR ME SOMEWHERE THIS MORNING
There is a poem for me somewhere this morning
I will find it somehow
Perhaps it is in the memory of my father
Whose Yahrtzeit is today
Twenty- two years.
Perhaps it is as it is often
In the morning light
When I first walk outside to Shul
Perhaps it is in the deep need for a poem
For my own justification
Perhaps it is in my daughter’s search
For poems of inspiration
Perhaps it is in many things mixed together
Most of which I have not yet
And may never bring to mind
There is a poem for me somewhere this morning
I am writing it now
It is not beautiful
And not the best
And maybe even not much of a poem
There is a poem for me somewhere this morning
And I am not alone.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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oO-Morning Sun-Oo
The night's calm darkness,
Is washed away with the morning light,
The light strong enough to wake up a highness,
The Sun high in the sky.
The warmth, The light,
It's all here with the Morning Sun.
The joy, the sight,
It's here with the Morning Sun.
Then the sun settles over field and sheep,
The Moon following behind.
And when the Morning light has went to sleep,
The Night and the Moon have come.
I Know I Have A Poem Within Me
I KNOW I HAVE A POEM WITHIN ME
I know I have a poem within me
I feel myself waiting for it to be written
The morning light
Oh the morning light again
So old so tired so afraid so nowhere yet all my life
I try and try again
More words
More light
The morning is just beginning again
How many times have I written this poem?
How many times has God blessed me with the morning light?
So so much has been given me
And I am always feeling how I always lack.
Let the light shine for all of us this day, kindly.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Sonnet 2
The round old clock on the wall.
Silence is the dark of night.
How these shadows will crawl.
I hold closely my pillow tight.
There I thought I seen you,
But was it only a vision I seen.
How the darkness plays so true.
A face so pale and sadly mean.
Take this away from my very sight!
Tormented by these dreams I cry.
I can't wait for the morning light.
These nightmare's I ask myself why.
I awake to the morning sun's bliss.
For the night will change all of this.
poem by Suelynn Walters
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Have A Good Day!
When the night breaks
to hug morning light,
the first ray gives me
a wonderful sight!
A transparent world,
appears to say,
get up, and dear
have a good day!
poem by Nilakshi Das
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Between the time that the day dies
Between the time that the day dies
and the sun hangs precious
like a ruby in the sky
and the time that the day breaks
and the sun is fresh and new
like a orange
in the morning dawn,
man and woman
is entranced with the night
which gives flight
to their passions to be one
and although they are
destined to die at a time
the bliss of life
and the intimacy of loving
and the wonders of the world
is their pleasures to share.
poem by Gert Strydom
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