Best Astonish Poems
Baby I will keep you close to my heart today
As I make my way through another day
I pray for our love to climb to new heights
Our dreams come to life night after night
When we wake to see and feel
Our love that burns so bright
A life that is filled with so much promise
One that is homemade designed to astonish
A love between a king and his queen
For I do not believe the world has ever seen
Amazing love that is forever filling
One that springs above all things
That promises to be all that we can dream
This is what we can expect the good lord sings
As he shines his love so bright
When our hearts overexcite hi like a kite
As we take this walk to be closer to God
Might we keep sight of what keeps us upright
So that it will be easy to ignite
All this love that invites our souls out to play
When we believe in our Lord and savior
Who makes everything possible we see
Want our love to grow up to be
All the pieces of our dream
That start to fall right in line
The night is young and you're so fine
I think I will keep you as all mine
You brighten our path so we might see new life
Won't you promise to become my wife?
Nothing has ever felt this right
Let's ride this wave out of sight
When our love grows wings and takes flight
We both know how love is supposed to flow
even if we have to go slow
I will love you like there is no tomorrow
Written: October 1st 2023
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In the ocean of silence, I’m stunned
Astonish by its grandeur as I descend.
A comely curtain of conciliatory calm
Elapse the chaos, surreptitious and warm.
In the hushed embrace of the twilight sky,
A silence plummets, ambrosial all nearby.
Astonied hearts stand in solicitous awe.
A comely night implies her ethereal flaw.
Emollient whispers waft into the air.
Surreptitious secrets are shared with care.
Incipient stars start their gentle wafture,
Surreal leaves create a ripple in nature.
Mellifluous melodies mend meteoric might,
Fugacious flimsies that fizzle out of a fight
Gossamer moonbeams cast their diaphanous glow,
Creating an aura of silence, tranquility, and bestow.
Ineffable fairness, fiercely feisty, not frigid,
The break of dawn silenced, as if timid.
Saturnine secrets shrank in secrecy.
Stupendous silence slides, sinewy spree.
Lull launders, looping the limp land,
As warblers start with a duteous band,
Sullen clouds gather, ominous and dark.
Yet awestruck hearts find solace in calm remarks.
Reassuringly, the heavy silence lingers.
Dour faces are glum, yet prudent fingers
Guide the oxymoron of emotions that flow,
Glowering and divine in their quiet glow
In the gloomy hush, discretion gleans hold,
As discerning minds decry peace in the fold,
The prudent ones, with a discreet glance,
Understand the power of silence dance.
Glum faces settle in quiet repose.
Views deepen, and worries dispose
Astounded by stillness, they are in awe.
Of absolute peace that stillness can draw.
Awestricken by the amorphous depth it brings,
They decry solace in the lull that silence sings.
A curtain of calm tumbles, amazed and serene.
As the amorphous depth of quiet is felt and seen.
Inauspicious cruxes balmily soothe fears.
As diaphanous whispers softly, quell tears.
Hinky hearts hearkens a hypothesis behind,
A voice uttered, "Love silence will never hide".
No query or qualm can squeal this bond.
Silence is where my peace is dulcet fond.
In the hushed embrace of the twilight sky,
Silence reigns, and my love will never die.
In his stern deep expression
and his tender caring gestures
When he is in silence, also in solitude.
He concealed the mystery of love,
beauty, and the experiences
that he had encountered in life.
He reasons as he walks,
and contemplates every epiphany
that had happened in his past and present time.
He laughs and keep walking
as he shakes his head
then retreats as his heart races
panic and fear as his past comes alive.
He ask himself; is it all this true?
What’s going on?
Why are these ridiculous feelings?
He wants to disregard his emotions, but he can not.
Finally …. In his enlighten self debate
He, surrender down at his feet
Astonish at his finding.
Crannies in Time
Resting beneath a pile of silken scarves and soft kid gloves -
Hatboxes filled with old tweed caps, cuff links bearing long lost crests,
A leather box – a jewelry case – opened to reveal a ballerina’s spinning grace,
To release a mania of memories, popping up like popcorn, as if they waited
To jump out - surprise conspiring to astonish eyes of wonder;
Travelers in time, arms of welcome pointing to a portal for hearts returning
With startled souls among the murals painted on their walls in time indelible,
Revisit wrinkles in eternity where moments recline -
Retell events re-formed by memories cast in sterling,
Linked by silver circles showcasing milestones days, precocious pets,
Musicals with wishing wells, a lovers vow, frayed dancing shoes,
Milestone birthdays, skis for winter, umbrellas for a city clothed in rain,
Side by side with souvenirs, states with nicknames stamped on their backsides
Collections, a crowded patch of rambling flowers scampering up a garden wall
Poking through the tiny crannies left by minutes flying by in streamers flowing,
Daylight merging into starlight - midnight gliding past each dawn -
Captivating charms guarding sacred spaces where treasures abide
Now seen through cracks in time, amid the winds with hands of ice,
Hearts welcomed back to reflect in sanctuaries warm
With new eyes that once searched for ghosts of meaning –
Specters - understanding - come in focus.
forgiveness, may, me, spoken word, word play, writing, game
OH FOLDERAL AND FIDDLE-DE-DEEDS! ©
Polite use in ‘words’ does astonish----
Creating a good reference when stated…..
But ‘red tape’ always ensues.
Going about ‘knotting’ a halt to its very ‘charm’----
Waylays ‘to question’ on just how ‘sincere’ is it given?
Unmemorable accounts of ‘dueling’ rallies could go on----
Jostling clashes to and fro if politeness was amiss…..
Just to come to an arranged ‘agreement’ of sorts----
Which is all that is questioned at the beginnings.
Excuse me, allow me; pardon me, if I might and forgive me---
Oh, how should I word this to ‘stream’ in a correct polite manner?
It becomes all, but a game of charades ‘with words’!
While with our ‘tongues in cheeks ’and as ‘puppeteers’---
We frequently are ‘played upon’….
To life’s folderal and fiddle-de- deeds!
I love watching documentaries of nature,
Full of enchanting momentous adventure,
But my favourite by far is the ocean,
As it beckons and teasingly invites us
To look at a world we could never
Imagine, serene, silent, secretive,
Spectacular, incredible, and daring,
In a magical way breathtakingly alluring,
My heart resides with the passionate,
Who proudly, and painstakingly
Dive and venture into oceans and
Waters unknown, allowing us to peep,
Into an azure Aqualand, insanely so deep,
Where incredible species of fish and
Outrageous phenomenal plant life,
Astonish and mesmerize human life,
Never to bid us farewell,
As stories spanning eras magically spell,
Bound us, invoke fantasies back to
The beginning of time when galaxies
Looked down and with infectious delight,
Smiled wisely upon our planet
With a knowing, futuristic magnetic,
Mischievousness, enjoying it’s
Confounding aesthetic
Layers of anonymity, of underwater history
Until finally one beautiful day,
Pandora’s box opens revealing to us our
Oceans mystery.
I marvel at knowledge collected,
Intensely reported and documented,
So please don't pollute our oceans so vast,
And promise to keep such, forever to last.
The accumulative miles could astonish,
All those tongues, with nary a story uttered.
All those eyes that never "saw" a thing.
All those soles, the antithesis of "only".
All those heels, still attempting to lift in silent dignity.
From a still shot, a dynamic response is invoked!!
Picking apples near some African roads,
If South Africa is called today beautiful flowers
and sweet fruits , it cannot astonish many folks.
Yes , beautiful flowers and sweet fruits
Yes, one of African countries with more handsome
men and beautiful women of different colours
and good shapes.
Those who visited the rainbow nation
2010 World cup , they did not think to be in Africa
when they handed at O.R.TAMBO international airport.
South Africa is a good destination for millions folks
due to good weather, fauna , flora and progress.
Picking apples near African roads,
As we were going to cape town stellenborsh suburbs,
we saw many people picking apples , oranges,
nectarines, peaches,plums, strawbarries, raspberries,
quinces, apricots , pears and grapes
I believe,
reason why South African farmers
are among the best World fruits exporters.
If you wish to always eat cheap fresh sweet fruits.
Visit South Africa once,
May be it will turn to twice.
One of the African good destinations to invest
Without stress as the bank system is the best.
Picking apples near some African roads
Don't astonish to see some people picking apples
And others selling them at some long distance
Fee ways tollgates to help some drivers.
Blessed is the man to whom the Lord shall not impute sin."Romains 4:8
a blessed person in the eyes of God,
most evil people count the blessing of the Lord
in the physical things they have and
forgetting the heavy luggage of sins
which they carry daily.
when they die sinners ,
they are buried with sins and
leave all luxury stuffs behind.
Is it true that sinners won't reach heaven?
When some people hear about heavenly places ,
they look at the sky,
thinking that God lives behind
the physical clouds which is not true.
when some people hear about hell,
they fix their eyes on the ground,
thinking that devil and demons
are under the ground,
Which is not true.
When some people die and
are buried
under the ground,
some people think the deads
remain where they were buried them.
Don't astonish to see a rich person who is buried
in a Ferrari and
some of his relatives struggle to put bread
on their tables.
Don't astonish to see the dead bodies
buried with luxury golden stuffs
and some relatives are so poor.
when some people fail to understand
the scriptures spiritually,
it is possible to do things ignorantly.
Blessed is a pure man
As he is not a sinner
He shares his dinner
with the Lord mostly.
He keeps his treasures
in heaven where his heart is.
When he is leaving this earth
His body turns to earth
His spirit continues living with God.
October 09/2023
MARVEL 1960s
As I journey into mystery
I come across the tower of shadows
Into the chamber of darkness
I'm found tales to astonish
Hulking and giant men
Sub marina
Involved in tales of supense
Iron men and american Captains
Oh! but strange tales
Doctors and one eye patch wearing --
government men
Women named Millie and Chili
and both of them are modeling
Alien beings silver surfering in the skies
UFO's and nova alien beings from all over
Barbarian conan astonishing tales
Kazar Doctors of doom, ghost riders
Adventures amazing inhumans
Black widow, cloak and dagger
Rawhide kid Sgtof fury howling commandos
Leatherneck raiders and Captain Savage
dun know if ya old enough
or even if you know what I'm talkin bout
Mention titles above of marvel 1960's hero books
who say's this poem has to rryme of even be good
I said mention above titles of old marvel comic texts
And yea I'll even mention "NOT BRAnD ECHH"
MARVEL 1960s
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.
12/23/17
If I can not astonish you with all my wisdoms;
I can always flabbergast and,
In absolute certainty, astound you
With such collection of stupidities,
Said in such wondrous zest
And absolutely no spark of talent,
That God above, first - cringe
And then – erupt in laughter.
SONNET(S) ON WISDOM and AGE
When I was young my folly knew no bounds.
Though some may say the perimeter’s been extended.
I now confess my ignorance, giving me grounds
To think that some false knowledge has been amended
Full many have sought enlightenment as their quest
Some ascended peaks of wisdom and marked the way
Yet interspersed their lives with faults manifest
Transcendent knowledge could not lift feet of clay
So perhaps a degree of common sense and prudence
Would be a more rewarding aspiration
Giving increased self respect and sin’s avoidance
To live lives with more fulfilling destination
Still I hope that I achieve before my demise
A state of being a little less unwise
But on the other hand ……..
Away with common sense and ruling caution
I no longer have the time for such restriction
I’ll not go with care and mete out every portion
But live life without consent or benediction
There are two diverse types of sin which to admonish
There are those of commission in other words ‘the done ones’
Then those we should’ve but didn't, and it may astonish
We feel guilt though without the pleasure of ‘the fun ones’
Now if we do, there's a risk of errant action
So we shy the primrose path to the permanent bonfire
But should we do nought, our inaction ensures infraction
So we might as well take our chance and perhaps reach higher
Though in deeds that damage another we may be chagrined
Let us otherwise throw caution to the wind
I can't take back my eye's
From you the most elegant girl.
I observe the billowing,
The wavy immature,
The adolescence of Thy creature.
You become disgusted,
It's natural and beautiful.
I can't take back my eye's.
You the princess of flower,
Roaming hornets moves restlessly.
They try to sing an effective song
In a choked voice
To win over your attraction.
Your tremble and nimble eye's
Artfully neglects this prologues.
You trained by the nature
About their manners and customs.
You keep intact your solemnity.
Some of them blown out and gone,
Some of them wrathfully gone,
I whom you guess a bungler
Astonish you,
Is now your room for an idol.
Still even now,
I can't take back my eye's.
Mind differs from the body.
creed of what we embody.
Start with phonetic rhymes
We learn to grasp algorithms.
How do they stay most-given?
A team, that is one-driven.
Does one's desire astonish?
Tell your brain to admonish.
A sneer on the mental brow
Appallingly booming blow.
Yes, you should follow this way.
Block each feasible pathway.
The body is sumptuous.
Warm at the pool alumnus.
Doesn't respond to mental bait?
Timing tools that might not wait.
Real truth lives in our minds.
We love looking for these kinds.
Someone else's nimbly leaping.
When daydreaming or showing
Tap a single rhythmic flare
Nicely made body and flair.
Youth seduced by its own wit.
Dyed mind slips out puzzle kit.
Intense male moot chittering
Had ample scorn, tittering.
That formed to smelt it anxious.
Let them nark what they cautious.
Let them each do as they please.
None of them came to a cease.
Until they met in the past.
As though it were for the last.
I'm watching Housemates.
Enter, discuss, and debate.
I can just watch them in awe.
Calm mind has cost me sorrow.
Complete a mental process.
Coupled with one's hidden progress
A quiet wait for game-start.
Clue that thinking must be smart.
A circle of live persons.
Anticipating reactions
Tense reactions preset dancing
How to strain when enhancing?
Look for life's necessity,
Needs love and austerity.
Focus beings on the soul.
How to live arty role.
If we grasp eternity.
Time and eons disunity.
One didn't equal the other.
We crave life touch void over.
Mind differs from the body.
creed of what we embody.
Start with phonetic rhymes
We learn to grasp algorithms.
Written: 09/01/2022
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Imagine if at the drop of a hat,
You could become a cartoon
Sylvester the Cat,
Chasing poor little Tweety Bird,
Perhaps it sounds absurd
Or be Fred Flintstone or his friend,
Let’s just pretend,
I was Barney or Fred’s wife Wilma,
Back in the Stone Age era,
Or I really fancy good ol’ Bugs Bunny,
Being incessantly shot at by Elmer
Fudd, I wouldn’t feel that it was
eternally funny,
‘What’s up doc’ Bugs would say,
Every moment of every single day.
And of course, the beginning of
Cartoons with Mickey Mouse,
And his girlfriend Minnie, I wonder
Did she ever become his spouse.
Unforgettable Donald Duck
Who sometimes would show pluck
But lacked finesse and polish,
And never ceased to astonish
His audience who laughed at his
Semi-intelligible speech,
But how much each
One of us looked forward to time
In front of the telly, prime
Hour for adults and children alike,
Heading home on your bike,
To not miss a second, homework
Not yet done
For now, it was all about fun.
One of my favorites for absolute sure,
Was the Mad Hatter at his tea party
At whom Alice in Wonderland
Was a guest, and experienced first-hand,
What riddles were or were not about,
For without him, there would be no story,
And this famous fable would
Have lost it’s glory.
The road runner for me was a trifle
Boring, but his ‘beep, beep’ grew on me,
I ought to agree.
I could go on forever, and mention
Many a cartoon, but time to go
To sleep like Sleeping beauty,
And be awaken each morn
By my handsome prince who pampers
Me, for he believes I earn
An amazing aroma of fresh ground coffee
And interprets my cartoon dreams,
Into romance and a kaleidoscope
Of incredible themes!