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niah9

DAWN LIGHTS...

In peaceful bubble, as from the black
Hints of light flashes, no holding back
Waking sunlight, to spread and explode
Drifting lights escape, eager to unfold

Time is not wasted, from a dawns break
Like spilling shining water, into a lake
Lake as a sky, vast and so very blue
Speed of an eagle, as to freedom flew

Day after day, we expect a fresh dawn
Repeating the sequence, is daily born
Each vary so slightly, outcome the same
Nature's gift cycle, sometime with rain

Allowing raindrops, to dazzle as crystal
Soft and gentle, or as fired from pistol
Sprinkled or heavy, can enhance new dawn
Christening earth, a sparkling new-born

Soon we except, carry on with the day
Emotions important, not what we say
Memories so special, none will forget
All future waking dawns, nature set
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Posted: Apr 2016
About this poem:
You can lie in wait for the explosion of light....which is always spectacular yet brief.....
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niah9

HOKIANGA HARBOUR......

Lush green, drips with dew
Halo of light, paints shiny hue
Dense darkness, sun explodes
On golden wings, morning rode

Lifting light, to flood the land
Sun wore halo, golden band
Surge of light, so rapid spread
From sky above, to nature's bed

Underfoot, where grasses spring
Skin tingles as moisture clings
Rushing water- musical tunes
Guides ocean, to rising dunes

Golden sand, meets golden sun
Circle a sea, as quick tide runs
Brings new life, upon a beach
Fingers of ocean, aim to reach

Paradise, meets turquoise sea
Home to few, gives life to free
Tiny inlets, with coves and bays
Nature secret- sand-bars lay

Secures harbour, few will see
Isolated location, its safety key
Hills that climb, from valley floor
Harbour entry, its hidden door.
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Posted: Feb 2017
About this poem:
The west coast harbour at the top of New Zealand remains safe from tourism, for many reasons.....Sand bars block the entry and few boats sail upon its waters......instead its raw beauty remains with a few historic settlements.....and tourists who found it, and never left, living side by side with locals......
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Taz0274

The Modest Visitor

You rarely come to visit
Even less the last few years
Was told that you'd be here this week
but you did not appear

The family were full of cheer
Got dressed up for the day
All set to really welcome you
But then you stayed away

You really are so popular
We know the reason why
You put a smile on every face
And do not have to try

There are times you are modest
that sometimes you need to hide
But when you show yourself again
We feel the warmth inside

You're famous all around the world
And followed everywhere
But not on social media
We'll never find you there

Important's what you are to us
Our number one lifeline
Without you we would disappear
Thank God for you Sunshine
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Posted: Feb 2017
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honeybear3000

My Galaxy Is Yours ......

As the sun sets and the darkness arrives, the galaxy's of the stars well collide, new ones are born and old ones well die, telling the story's night after night the little one's in celestial flight, shadows an dust with a spectrum of gas, planets appear and then they well pass, heaven forbids looking through the magic glass, blacker then black become crystal clear, for billions of years through the universe one bye one the new worlds well appear............
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Posted: Apr 2015
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niah9

CLOSE DOWN......

Stillness coats the air....
navy mottled till light flares

Breaking through darkness....
silver lights, that caress

Feelings of silent peace.....
until night time, must cease

Bordering earth a pinkish hue
hints of sunset, give a clue

Closing down, as day completes
most creatures aim to sleep

Wait the stars and haloed moon
even a breeze, dare play its tune

Throughout the night, navy sky
smoothers action upon high

Darkness deepens as light is lost
waking dawn, will pay the cost

When light streams waking all
from the earth, night will fall......
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Posted: Feb 2017
About this poem:
tonights sky out my windows.....
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Yankee4you

Lone Wolf

A face that still hides
Beholds a mask of mystery
Silent until such time
It decides to speak
Howling like the wind
Sirens of the wilderness
When leaves will rustle
In the quiet, still calm
Synapses on high alert
Traces the scent in the tracks
Eyes focused like laser beams
Scanning into dark places
Hunger's bitter masquerade
Success after a long chase
Leaner, meaner, quicker
Pacing with measured strides
Timing, leaping, lunging, striking
Predation is only survival


(c) Yankee4you 2017
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Posted: Feb 2017
About this poem:
Winter survival
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niah9

WAKING LAND

Cloaked in thick mist, wait dawn
Sunshine heats, so land is born
Gradual clearing, visually behold
Defined valley, kiwi farming gold

Where water lies, heavy mist covers
Dispelled by sunshine, protective lover
Keeps mystique, romantically alive
In sleeping darkness, life thrives

Inlet of harbor, river-valley-runs
Waiting dawn, when rays of sun
Engulfed by dense, ghost-like-shroud
Keeps land safe, later stands proud

A secret land, where floating mist
Wispy shimmers, as rivers twist
Waiting sunshine, summers day
When land revealed, in nature's way
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Posted: Jan 2017
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Yankee4you

A Throwing Stone

I sat for a millennium trapped
Under the shallow depths
Only the last 10 thousand years
Exposed to light and wind and rain
One by one my tiny grains flecked
Away like husks blown about
Making many tiny sand on a beach
Washing up shifting moving
Slightly with each passing tide
Little by little I wear away
Only once was hidden and whole
Wet and dark and shiny
Then as if the turbulence
Of living was not enough
I am picked up by random
And tossed back out to sea
And must wait once again
For a new millennium to begin
To be born again.
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Posted: May 2011
About this poem:
The life and times of a beach stone made for skipping once in the span of humanity on earth. Okay..maybe twice....
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shadow1950

Blossoms and Bubbles-----A Couplet

Blossoms And Bubbles


As I entered the garden the scents enticed
rampant rose blossom the arches fenced.

Cascading aromatic blossoms greeting me
amidst the climbers were the sweet pea.

In the centre stood the patio so glamorous
sparkling bubbles of champagne so amorous.

Tickling the throat buds saturated with scent
from the tumbling blossoms as they descent.

Blood stream and breath full of roiling bubbles
and past swish the gentry parading in couples.

Raise your glasses in a toast as friends are wed
laughing, knowing they will all too soon be in bed.

Ah what a perfect day in this romantic garden
bubbles and blossoms tumbling as skies darken

Blossoms and bubbles never somniferous
mixed together they are becoming toxiferous.
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Posted: Apr 2015
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EarthsSon

DEAD RED

LIGHTING DISPERSED ITSELF ACROSS THE SKY, THUNDER HULLABALOO’S ITS NAME,
AGAIN A BOLT CATCHES MY EYE, BUT THIS WAS NOT THE SAME.
FOR IT STRETCHED OUT FIFTY MILES OR MORE THEN THE COLOUR TURNED TO RED,
AN OCCURRENCE I HAD NOT WITNESSED BEFORE, MY MIND RUPTURED IN MY HEAD.
I COLLAPSED ABRUPTLY ON MY KNEES, MY HANDS TIGHTLY COVERING MY EARS,
PRESSURE IN MY HEAD STARTED TO SQUEEZE, BLOOD WAS IN MY TEARS.
MY TORSO FELT READY TO BURST, I CATERWAULED IN AGONISING PAIN,
THEN ONCE MORE LIKE THE FIRST, RED LIGHTING CAME AGAIN.
THE INTENSITY OF ANOTHER BOLT THREW ME ON MY BACK,
THEN MY FRAME GAVE A JOLT, I FELT MY NECK TWIST AND CRACK.
I HEARD MY BREATHING SLOW RIGHT DOWN AND THEN IT STOPPED ALL TOGETHER,
I FELT AS THOUGH BEING LIFTED OFF THE GROUND, I FELT AS LIGHT AS A FEATHER.
NO REASONING HAD I BEEN TOLD OF WHY I WAS TAKEN THAT NIGHT,
BUT TRULY NOW I KNOW MY SOUL, IS PART OF AN ONGOING FIGHT.
AS RED LIGHTENING AND HOLLOWING THUNDER, SHOOT THROUGH THE NIGHT TIME SKY,
TURN AWAY DON’T MAKE THE BLUNDER IN HEAVENS BUSINESS DON’T YOU PRY.
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Posted: Jan 2017
About this poem:
Just a storm thought on a stormy night... love looking out the widows, wondering what others are up to right at that minute....
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