Least Read Poems About Dawn

Hope I don’t fall before time runs out on me

Medicare problem of the elder society
Take a step and hope that you don’t fall
Down the steps of misery of being old
Brittle bones and grey hairs give up your charade of being young

Maybe some Metamucil will cure you
Or if it comes to it Brighto from 3 stooges
Will set you straight firm your constitution

But time keeps ticking looking to drop down the shade of us
My head feels young in me
Brain firing on all cylinders
Try and learn something new to keep
The synapses...

Wisp of coffee curling in the air
from the porcelain demitasse.
Getting high on the earthy aroma
permeating the zephyr
under the serene aurora,
where I hummed with whispers of dawn,
swam through the bittersweet flow
warming the gelid within.
Caffeine pervading my veins,
I’m in a daze.

Soft whispers rise upon the twilight air
As day doth wane and shadows gather near
The sun’s last breath, so golden and so fair
Doth cast its glow upon the spire clear

Towering stones, in solemn grandeur crowned
Embrace the hues of dusk’s celestial fire
While distant choirs in holy strains resound
And fill the night with echoes that inspire

The fading light doth gently play and dance
Upon the ancient stones, both firm and cold
And in this hour, the soul feels sweet romance
A fleeting warmth in evening’s tender hold
...

Listening to you,letter
fighting against caged up skeletons of blue,
always feeling n combating
d
procrastination feeling,
against it all ,
feeling d feeling,
Listening !
when I feel d feeling
muses begging me to resume exploding,
letters out till it hits many a ceiling
via highest highs
Calling
Ears not blocking
positive inclination's
That are always Roaring,
against it all,
feeling d feeling,
Listening!