Poems About Dawn Seeking Honest Critique
#dawn
Where Poesy Resides.
Oh! how the view is seizing !!
When the sun is rising
And the Earth is praising
The Beauty of the lord
When Summer is blazing
And the heat is dazing
Cheerful cicadas sizzling
Arpeggios tunes on the cord
Flat meadows where lazing
Herds and cattles grazing
Sheperds never stressing
Keeping zen eyes on the herds
And then comes Autumn
Acid and sour like lemon
Bearing a languid boredom
A dirge sung post motem
Time for a walsing butterfly
Like a happy flower passing by
The emerald...
When the sun is rising
And the Earth is praising
The Beauty of the lord
When Summer is blazing
And the heat is dazing
Cheerful cicadas sizzling
Arpeggios tunes on the cord
Flat meadows where lazing
Herds and cattles grazing
Sheperds never stressing
Keeping zen eyes on the herds
And then comes Autumn
Acid and sour like lemon
Bearing a languid boredom
A dirge sung post motem
Time for a walsing butterfly
Like a happy flower passing by
The emerald...
#winter
#fall
#spring
#night
#dawn
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FULL HOOP FULL CIRCLES ROSY LANTERNED AWAKENED RETURN (3-22-2008, 3:03am, Palm Springs, California)
i love the subtle
moments
which come most
early morns
when sweet restful sleep
so gently lapses away
into new days
softly waking dawn
like some great
kind clouds
sunless
slowly passing shadow
which slips away
in silent stealthy retreat
unveiling in its tender leave
this new born dawns
flowing stream
of spontaneously released
reflectively captured
loosely worded
impressionistic
freely...
moments
which come most
early morns
when sweet restful sleep
so gently lapses away
into new days
softly waking dawn
like some great
kind clouds
sunless
slowly passing shadow
which slips away
in silent stealthy retreat
unveiling in its tender leave
this new born dawns
flowing stream
of spontaneously released
reflectively captured
loosely worded
impressionistic
freely...
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#SelfReflection
#StreamOfConsciousness
#dawn
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Poster in a Seaside Bank
Happy to serve you
in Clacton-on-Sea, it said.
Or something like it, I suppose,
the tawdry market-speak
of councils that convene
to seem spontaneous,
to carry on the half-hearted facade
that anyone would tarry here.
The poster faced the glassed-in booths
in which the bank clerks passed their days
assisting pensioners, addicts,
and silly sods like me
who must be forced
to love technology.
Perhaps the poster forced my hand
towards the apps, ISAs, and other means
of pushing on. ...
in Clacton-on-Sea, it said.
Or something like it, I suppose,
the tawdry market-speak
of councils that convene
to seem spontaneous,
to carry on the half-hearted facade
that anyone would tarry here.
The poster faced the glassed-in booths
in which the bank clerks passed their days
assisting pensioners, addicts,
and silly sods like me
who must be forced
to love technology.
Perhaps the poster forced my hand
towards the apps, ISAs, and other means
of pushing on. ...
#winter
#fall
#morning #dawn
#morning #dawn
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The Gruesome Night
The night was over
The rain made sure of it
The moon didn’t show
Cats cowered under cars
Men wept in tents
The bloated river washed away
The path of a fox
The night was final
Lingering eternal
As if the rays of dawn
Would never come
To burn the dark away
The gruesome
The endless
The pitiful night falls
To a kiss from the sun
With each embrace, she wears away
His velvet guard that stole the day
With each caress of Golden light
The sun erodes the shores of night
...
The rain made sure of it
The moon didn’t show
Cats cowered under cars
Men wept in tents
The bloated river washed away
The path of a fox
The night was final
Lingering eternal
As if the rays of dawn
Would never come
To burn the dark away
The gruesome
The endless
The pitiful night falls
To a kiss from the sun
With each embrace, she wears away
His velvet guard that stole the day
With each caress of Golden light
The sun erodes the shores of night
...
#sun
#night
#dawn
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to Caelumos
Sunny above-the-clouds
Engines running in perpetual motion
Sailing across an endless sea
Of mist and rays and condensation
Tri-layered atmosphere perforation
Panels on either side
Fling the photons
I cannot ever remember us not moving
And occasionally we come down
To cities and towns on the coast
And then back up
With diamonds and gold-grained rice and wheat
Real jewels have less value,
With the interior of the earth so dry
They talk of the capital city
It has been a very long time since I’ve been back
My...
Engines running in perpetual motion
Sailing across an endless sea
Of mist and rays and condensation
Tri-layered atmosphere perforation
Panels on either side
Fling the photons
I cannot ever remember us not moving
And occasionally we come down
To cities and towns on the coast
And then back up
With diamonds and gold-grained rice and wheat
Real jewels have less value,
With the interior of the earth so dry
They talk of the capital city
It has been a very long time since I’ve been back
My...
#sky
#travel
#dawn
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Autumn
Daylight glows warm trees burn gold
as the past washes into the morn
ways run ancient while time strolls
and light rolls into the dawn.
as the past washes into the morn
ways run ancient while time strolls
and light rolls into the dawn.
#happiness
#fall
#rhyming #dawn
#rhyming #dawn
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The art of the craft
In the quest to unraveling, an revealing the understanding of the unknown, venturing into the realms of the forgotten knowledge and ancient wisdom of old, heading down paths so cold in different directions, with no warmth or any heat to help comfort the soul, yet we persevere forward in pursuit of power and control, some sort of reassurance or even a strong hold, over the art of the craft, performances, pictures, artwork, books, films, even stories have been told, yet even within science and math all done seeking to acquire to master the art of the craft.
...
...
#fall
#spring
#morning
#night
#dawn
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umbra Visual Version
Every moment of light and dark is a miracle." ~ Walt Whitman
there is no shadow
where there is no light
there's no tomorrow
where there is no night
umbra is my soul
penumbra my scope
antumbra my scroll
alhambra my hope
there is little light
where there's little shade
there is no dark night
when dark shadows fade
© Copyright 2022 August 18
by Clyve A. Bowen
there is no shadow
where there is no light
there's no tomorrow
where there is no night
umbra is my soul
penumbra my scope
antumbra my scroll
alhambra my hope
there is little light
where there's little shade
there is no dark night
when dark shadows fade
© Copyright 2022 August 18
by Clyve A. Bowen
#dark
#night
#shadows #dawn
#shadows #dawn
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umbra
Every moment of light and dark is a miracle." ~ Walt Whitman
there is no shadow
where there is no light
there's no tomorrow
where there is no night
umbra is my soul
penumbra my scope
antumbra my scroll
alhambra my hope
there is little light
where there's little shade
there is no dark night
when dark shadows fade
there is no shadow
where there is no light
there's no tomorrow
where there is no night
umbra is my soul
penumbra my scope
antumbra my scroll
alhambra my hope
there is little light
where there's little shade
there is no dark night
when dark shadows fade
#dark
#night
#shadows #dawn
#shadows #dawn
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Haiku 1
daybreak’s sun - still lake
birds take flight - the rooster crows
he ensures all know
birds take flight - the rooster crows
he ensures all know
#sun
#birds
#water
#nature
#dawn
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Until The Day Comes
Here amid the remnants
of some fools failed final stand
amongst the debris of regret
shattered, scattered, flattened
half buried in the sand
between the columns of decay
where ageing winds dare not forget
beneath the shadow of redemption
as the sun has all but set
Leave a candle burning
a beacon in the coming darkness
a heart to guide cold hands
until the night at last starts turning
and sunlight breaks this barren, bleak waist-land
of some fools failed final stand
amongst the debris of regret
shattered, scattered, flattened
half buried in the sand
between the columns of decay
where ageing winds dare not forget
beneath the shadow of redemption
as the sun has all but set
Leave a candle burning
a beacon in the coming darkness
a heart to guide cold hands
until the night at last starts turning
and sunlight breaks this barren, bleak waist-land
#night
#dawn
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The 7:25 a.m. Welcome
Oh laud, kaleidoscopically,
Bedizened kitchen chandelier,
And blazon spectroscopically
Every nascent solar spear
Blasting through our eastern panes
To announce that the night is done
And that the excess winter rains
Have been exchanged for vernal sun
Making myriad rainbows dance,
Whenever I stir that mixture,
And summon up the happy trance
Had only by prismatic fixture!
Then...the dazzle of that spangle,
Withers with the hour angle.
Bedizened kitchen chandelier,
And blazon spectroscopically
Every nascent solar spear
Blasting through our eastern panes
To announce that the night is done
And that the excess winter rains
Have been exchanged for vernal sun
Making myriad rainbows dance,
Whenever I stir that mixture,
And summon up the happy trance
Had only by prismatic fixture!
Then...the dazzle of that spangle,
Withers with the hour angle.
#sun
#spring
#dawn
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