Long Poems About Dawn
#dawn
final consequence
For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor
things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able
to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”—Romans 8:38, 39
i won the jostle over
sleep this morning,
a night-long fight that ended
with the dawning.
discordant dreams ripped through my
equilibrium,
ere buoyant hopes bequeathed me
true asylum.
...
things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able
to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”—Romans 8:38, 39
i won the jostle over
sleep this morning,
a night-long fight that ended
with the dawning.
discordant dreams ripped through my
equilibrium,
ere buoyant hopes bequeathed me
true asylum.
...
#dawn
#hope
#nightmares
#sleep
#success
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JUST ANOTHER FREE FLOW DAWN (7-11-2001; Galveston Island, Texas)
as i open the blinds
on my east facing windows
first light comes
rose peach dawn
silently softly spreads aloft
across high escarpments
of billowing mountainous
cumulus clouds
blue and barely moving
over this gulf s horizon
illuminating the outer edges
of this wondrous godland s
slowly ever morphing lanterned realm
vaporous filaments of pink
and blood orange red
burning skirt of sun s orb rising
up over this new day s vast sparkling gulf
gradually filling morning sky
high above us...
on my east facing windows
first light comes
rose peach dawn
silently softly spreads aloft
across high escarpments
of billowing mountainous
cumulus clouds
blue and barely moving
over this gulf s horizon
illuminating the outer edges
of this wondrous godland s
slowly ever morphing lanterned realm
vaporous filaments of pink
and blood orange red
burning skirt of sun s orb rising
up over this new day s vast sparkling gulf
gradually filling morning sky
high above us...
#inspirational
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#dawn
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Beyond The Old Stone Bridge
I sprang forth like a Geyser, outside and up onto the mountain.i got that eager whim coming from a tweeter outside my house,a chirping call in jocund vibes cast a spell on me
From home, at dawn's dawning beam, as the sun still dozing behind the line, like an invitaton to scan and span the whole lands of the hills, passing over the old bridge, the moment stood still, time froze like a snap shot from long ago eons, black and white, as the mist with its heavy weight lays its thick cloak on the distant hills, swallowing the green pine forest like an ogre would...
From home, at dawn's dawning beam, as the sun still dozing behind the line, like an invitaton to scan and span the whole lands of the hills, passing over the old bridge, the moment stood still, time froze like a snap shot from long ago eons, black and white, as the mist with its heavy weight lays its thick cloak on the distant hills, swallowing the green pine forest like an ogre would...
#winter
#morning
#dawn
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the past re visited
the past revisited
He was going back to his home in a tiny village from
where people congregated living close together and professed to hate it, the absence of war had cost the country dearly, and unemployment was high, like the enforced idleness had made people apathetic
there were no cars on the road, petrol was too expensive
for people, as was electricity to recharge batteries
how the situation was in other countries, no one knew as the fabled internet was forbidden
it had it was said
a bad influence on the young who believed the rubbish ...
He was going back to his home in a tiny village from
where people congregated living close together and professed to hate it, the absence of war had cost the country dearly, and unemployment was high, like the enforced idleness had made people apathetic
there were no cars on the road, petrol was too expensive
for people, as was electricity to recharge batteries
how the situation was in other countries, no one knew as the fabled internet was forbidden
it had it was said
a bad influence on the young who believed the rubbish ...
#fall
#spring
#morning
#night
#dawn
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Creativity, through opera glasses, separated by a ravine.
in awe - the casual way
you lever paint from a cannonball night
as if you fell asleep
after meditation-haze on wine,
beside a God, crowbar in your hands,
another ghost of creativity
fating harmless thrums,
you create static
in the wake of every mile
your stiff, fictional feet trek -
and I came,
like a lion or a dove,
without expectation
to knock upon that traveller's door,
visited. I somehow seem to
fall in love with every wayward soul,
so too the mud,
so too the...
you lever paint from a cannonball night
as if you fell asleep
after meditation-haze on wine,
beside a God, crowbar in your hands,
another ghost of creativity
fating harmless thrums,
you create static
in the wake of every mile
your stiff, fictional feet trek -
and I came,
like a lion or a dove,
without expectation
to knock upon that traveller's door,
visited. I somehow seem to
fall in love with every wayward soul,
so too the mud,
so too the...
#moon
#nature
#God
#art
#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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Brace Yourself (A Journey in Automatic Writing)
Brace yourself for impact,
Soon we'll be crashing,
Into something previously unforeseen
But, it's okay,
If you keep your wits about you,
It's just to test your latent abilities
For, they will arise,
From the depths of the mind
When the time does arrive
To reveal your potential
So, brace for impact
And know just up ahead,
You will know why we fell to this world
And as a matter of fact,
There are no facts at all
When we write our own rules,
By which we all must follow
...
Soon we'll be crashing,
Into something previously unforeseen
But, it's okay,
If you keep your wits about you,
It's just to test your latent abilities
For, they will arise,
From the depths of the mind
When the time does arrive
To reveal your potential
So, brace for impact
And know just up ahead,
You will know why we fell to this world
And as a matter of fact,
There are no facts at all
When we write our own rules,
By which we all must follow
...
#sun
#rebirth
#spiritual
#StreamOfConsciousness
#dawn
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new day dawning
octoroon night,
astonished skies
buried in deep-
veiled assonance:
what now thy plight,
as shadows rise
above thy steep-
inked arrogance!
shimmering light
to ostracise
the ills that sleep
in dissonance,
launch now thy flight,
...
astonished skies
buried in deep-
veiled assonance:
what now thy plight,
as shadows rise
above thy steep-
inked arrogance!
shimmering light
to ostracise
the ills that sleep
in dissonance,
launch now thy flight,
...
#dark
#morning
#redemption
#fear
#dawn
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Sectional Rhythm Leading By Fate
Fantasy in the
rhythm section.......What'up
over there?
A passle of hastle hustle
bent up pent up (House)
for a major chordal
of a chortle /
a minor's minor /
(oh, don't touch that thing, swing
it like a hell's bells
...
rhythm section.......What'up
over there?
A passle of hastle hustle
bent up pent up (House)
for a major chordal
of a chortle /
a minor's minor /
(oh, don't touch that thing, swing
it like a hell's bells
...
#betrayal
#sun
#night
#scary
#dawn
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Iron Bars and Jerk-Off Jars in the Latest NewYear Style (the "Advent" of 2021 a.d.)
Un
equaled in
the senses plentiful,
grass
be
m o s t w a ys browner on
t h e
otherside of the scythe (held
in the old, dis'awkward manner.
That damned reaper of the damned, (go-
ing about in the damnedest of ways), you
could not help but feel
the glow of eXoneration blinding
...
equaled in
the senses plentiful,
grass
be
m o s t w a ys browner on
t h e
otherside of the scythe (held
in the old, dis'awkward manner.
That damned reaper of the damned, (go-
ing about in the damnedest of ways), you
could not help but feel
the glow of eXoneration blinding
...
#death
#sun
#WritingPoetry #dawn
#WritingPoetry #dawn
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dkzk Paradoxymoronic Poyls of Wizzdumb / Vol. One
Photo of dkzk by by by Leah Powell, AKA Anna Funk
Everything is all there is.
Nothing is all there was,
and all that ever will be.
Everything is nothing
multiplied by zero.
My child is dead.
Lifelong grief.
Lifelong sorrow.
(Period).
Everything is everywhere.
Nothing is everywhere.
Oh,oh...lost his grip on duality.
(What a shame).
If everything was nothing, could
anything be real and eXist?
Of course not....
Everything is all there is.
Nothing is all there was,
and all that ever will be.
Everything is nothing
multiplied by zero.
My child is dead.
Lifelong grief.
Lifelong sorrow.
(Period).
Everything is everywhere.
Nothing is everywhere.
Oh,oh...lost his grip on duality.
(What a shame).
If everything was nothing, could
anything be real and eXist?
Of course not....
#night
#nightmares
#philosophical
#morality
#dawn
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