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2013 Poetry Theme Challenges#01 Wake Up! It's a Beautiful Morning |
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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 Jemmy XXXX |
Wake Up! It's a Beautiful Morning
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Terry ClitheroeEarly 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.  ----- Jealousy 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.  ----- Penang Dawn 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.  back to list |
Divena CollinsGreen 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.  back to list |
Jem FarmerI 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.  ----- sunrise 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.  ----- Wakey Wakey 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.  back to list |
Maryse and WillHardly 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." back to list |
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