2013 Poetry Theme Challenges
#01 Wake Up! It's a Beautiful Morning
For 2013 the theme challenges are going to look at the everyday, mundane aspects of life we all know.
I can't think of a more appropriate stating point than getting up in the morning. The act of getting out of
bed can, at times, be the worst part of the day as the heavenly sanctuary of a warm cozy duvet hugging us
closely can be irresistible. Just finding the motivation to get out of bed can be challenging. At other times
we can leap out of bed easily bouncing full of energy and life seems wonderful.
The first challenge of 2013 therefore is to capture some aspect of getting up, or not so as the case maybe, within a poem.
Season's Blessings to you all
Wake Up! It's a Beautiful Morning
Early morning light plays gently
On her sleeping form
And the morning sun's golden rays
Are pleased to keep her warm.
The warmth of suns embrace, bless her
In the early hours of morn
With the sound of the dawn chorus
Heralding her alone.
With a happy smile and a stretch
she's embracing the morn
The whole world is so happy now
This day has now been born.
I'm jealous of midnight's moon glow
Its soft rays kiss you while you sleep
In absentia I wish each one from me
I wish I were there beside you now
As the hours so slowly forward creep
And those languid eyes I long to see.
Those balmy days when we were close
Make me resent midnight's moon glow
I'm jealous of the night skies closeness
For my fingers ache to touch your face.
It's day here and I must be dreamless
But in my distant bed, memories race
And I remember our nightly nearness.
I'm jealous as the moon takes my place.
Overture to the Morning
Somewhere between darkest night and morning
There's an interlude that's called the dawning.
First light of sun begins to set the sky aglow
Then bright spears of light are the next to show
And night time reluctantly decides it's time to go.
Look to the east; get ready to see the sun arise
Very soon you'll see the Earth’s greatest prize
The golden sun ablaze, so brightly afire
Oftimes mere humans stop merely to admire
And in contrast in the west see the night retire.
No matter where you are there's this special site
Listen to creatures everywhere greet the morn
And perhaps some reluctantly farewell the night
But most are glad to see the new day born.
I cannot show the dawn that is in my memory
No camera can record an event like that
There are too few superlatives to describe it.
I saw the thin red line of dawn in the distance
The bridge was still hidden in the dark of night
As slowly the red rose of day made her way
And I poor mortal that I am witnessed her ascent
Like the Queen she is, regally climbing step by step
Towards her throne where she may peer below
At the mortals below bustling across the bridge
Causing the inevitable traffic jam, oblivious
Of the events that are taking place over head.
If only they would look up and understand
The miracle that is occurring before their eyes.
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Green is the ring where faeries dance
This day is the same as tomorrow
Birds in tree tops downward glance
The cuckoo, wren and the Swallow
Comfrey caterpillar cocks his head
But finds it a hard dance to follow
So he concertinas back to his bed
Through the glade to Sleepy Hollow.
A sleepy owl complains in the tree
Why ever do they cause me sorrow
I sleep by day am so tired you see
For tonight shall be my tomorrow
In the morning sun they flew away
The cuckoo, wren and the swallow
A perfect place for their eggs to lay
Through the glade to sleepy hollow.
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I woke up as the sun was first dawning
And stretched out slowly into the morning
An inch from the pillow I was yawning
Like a tiger in slow motion roaring
Tight sinews and muscles awake with time
The rays of breaking light adorning.
Oh no! Please do not shake me up just yet
Just let me linger here and so forget
Another day without my love is set
Bring on the rain and let the world be wet
So I may linger here to laze away
In dreams, crazy dreams, where we met.
Good Morning Love
It is you my eyes are longing to see
As morning light falls softly on your skin
That brief time that you are sleeping still
I watch the shadows of dawn dancing free
And hear your breath gently drawing them in
As my senses rise up to overspill.
I want to touch you now, my sleeping love,
Yet hold back to gaze longer from above.
I long to feel you moving close to me
So I may kiss your eyes awake today
Then whisper how tender my love can be
As the tendrils of good morning make play
Come to me my lover, you are the key
That opens my soul wherever we lay.
As dawn is breaking bells ring out
Across the frosty dew;
The whistling birds then sing and shout
To bid the night adieu.
The early sun so softly glows
Against brisk winter wind;
My stream babbles as it flows
And dreamy thoughts rescind.
The clamour of the city streets
Echoes the shrill alarm;
And early morning market treats
Return a sense of calm.
Alarm bells ring
A crazy thing
As dawn birds sing
Time to get up!
Not yet! Oh no,
The mind is slow,
Nowhere to go
Ah! Coffee cup!
With Coffee Cup
I'm waking up with coffee cup, a sip and sup to clear the way,
I hear the birds it seems absurd their chirping words to greet the day.
The clouds of grey are here to stay, a winter's day and so to work
Take up my pen and write of when and now and then in inky jerks.
But still I think while quilling ink of black not pink: I think of you
My love, my heart, who fires my art; when we're apart my love stays true.
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Maryse and Will
Hardly has Christmas finished
when the elves and fairies are busy at work again
working on the new year's wishes
- every second, minute and hour
has to be made perfect and polished,
ready for the midnight hour when they are released
to flutter down to Earth in a glittering shower,
queuing in chattering but stately lines
before their respective days, weeks and months,
Winter's moments white and crisp,
Spring just waiting to be kissed,
Summer full of flowers and passion
Autumn sweet with late-growing fruit.
And far away in isles of tropic climes,
Wish lists of every kind are written down,
And thousands of requests are sent upwards,
Even as some prepare to paint the town
Red: but there are other mortals here who
Pray that their hopes and dreams will all come true,
And so the angel fairies do their tasks,
Colour-coding the lists as they come through.
They will be marked in blue and black and red,
In letters bold so anyone can see,
The categories in which they've been placed
"Impossible," "Approved", "Not Yet", "Maybe!"
And everywhere we wait with bated breath
For the count that proclaims the New Year’s in,
And hugs and kisses are in great supply
With 'I love you's' whispered amidst the din.
Each New Year is a chance for brand new starts,
To write upon a clean slate so to speak,
And so we swear solemnly to ourselves
The promises that we have made we'll keep.
And once again the angel fairies check
The resolutions received on that day,
And they are placed in different files that read:
"Perhaps", "Later," "Accomplished" and "No Way!"
"Well really, get a load of this!" chuckled Peter Pumpkin.
"Martha Munchkin promises not to eat so much chocolate
and resolves to merely drink it...
whilst old Fred Humpernickel the postman resolves
not to steam open any more letters
looking for juicy bits of gossip
to share with his drinking cronies in 'The Owl and Bat'.
Fat chance of that, eh lads?
And what have we here, a tender request
from a little girl in Poortown, asking that the faeries
provide something to eat for the local rats
so they don't have to keep nibbling her Grandpa's
favourite wooden leg...
I think we can give the go ahead on that, eh?
Archangel Uriel, can you sort something out?
And here's one from a dictator no less,
Pleading with us to give him some more time
In power, so that he can rid the world
Of humans beings he considers 'slime.'
And looky, we've got one from a Drug Lord,
Who promises that if we let him be,
He'll go to Church seven days every week,
And donate loads of cash to charity;
But we've got one we simply can't refuse,
It's from a boy who has just lost his Dad
To gang warfare, and he's begging us please
To save his brothers ere they too turn bad.
At last a happy one amongst the lot!
It's from a woman who just says 'thank you
For all the blessings that you have bestowed
Upon me and my loved ones all year through.
Another from a man who writes these words,
'Help me to make right choices every day
To live a life that does harm to no one,
To give a fair day's work for honest pay.
The angel fairies rejoiced with these two
Caused them to celebrate and brought a smile
To their faces, as they shook hands and said:
"These are the ones that make this task worthwhile."
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