Best Await Poems
[heptapent sonnet]
The Sun has been off, hiding, where its warmth is far from here,
its lustrous fingers stroking other planes.
And I, abandoned to the winter's ruthless time of year,
exist in hope that somewhere spring remains.
The wind will blunt the spirit like a whittler dulls a knife.
The darkened days will bleed intention dry.
It seems that surely all the world stands, tremulous and rife
with creeping cold, as icy snowflakes fly.
I long for gentle summer days, where bluebirds light and sing
from flowering trees where blossoms flutter down;
to dance with fireflies in sacred starlight, worshiping
the moonbeams, dressing me with lucent crown.
Here I await, with cherished hope that summer's melody
will loose the arms of winter's will that binds the joy in me.
(Spock)
Captain, sensors indicate a power surge
Resonating through their ship's body
I'm sure I don't have to remind you
They have their own Scotty
(the questioning me)
But where has faith brought us?
As I look around I see
A species not asking any questions
About the infinite possibilities
(the faith-based me)
But that's why it's called faith
Trusting in what you cannot see
All things can be yours
If you will just........ believe....
(the questioning me)
I hear what you're saying
Catchy slogans always dazzle me
But once people think they're right
Then there's only eternal stagnancy
(Spock)
And Captain don't forget our mission
The beauty of opening new doors
To go to those forbidden places
Where no man has gone before
With the sadness of lost friendship
And as I look into my own eyes
The damage of my faith-based fears
Struggling as I say the word, "Fire"
Photons rip through the hull
Of this Enterprise of faith
And the exaggerated look of horror
Spreads across both of our face
And now I consider the wreckage
Of a species void of curiosity
Silently content to be powerless
And stare mindlessly at a TV
And I wonder if all new awareness
Must first go through this stage
As we learn that asking questions
Is not indicative to faith
Captain's Personal Log,
There is a sadness that comes from destroying the part of me that wants
so desperately to believe in something. Yet I have found this faith always
leads to a limitation of consciousness, a stagnancy of awareness that
leads to a retraction of my identity, and ultimately to the most unbearable
unhappiness. But now I wish to stop looking to what others want me to
believe, and to look to myself. No fear of the judgments I was taught as
a child. No fear of abandoning always what someone else always told
me. The thrill of the stars is calling me, and I want to go where no man........
has gone before...........
I wait for you to see me through the night,
for nightmares come and capture me in dread,
I seek from you my solace and your light,
to guide my dreams to paradise instead.
Oh Angel can you wrap me in your wings,
to cradle me in blissfulness to sleep,
and quell my screams so only I will sing,
I hope tonight my eyes can keep from weep.
Sweet Angel pray with me I'm in the dark,
this place I'm lost and wishing I was blind,
my love has died I'm feeling pretty stark
in madness from the visions in my mind.
Oh Spirit be my guide to Heaven's gate,
and sate my heart my lover does await.
Susan Ashley
November 6, 2017
Captains Log Star date 8391.1,
I now face a terrible dilemma. After the bloodiest of battles with a crew from
another dimension, a crew of doppelgangers, in essence a crew of ourselves, we
have finally gained the upper hand, and this other Enterprise, Enterprise of
ourselves, Enterprise of unquestioning faith, is tumbling, helplessly through the
coldness of space. And I, I remain unsure of my next move. Do I destroy this other
Enterprise before it makes me believe in the ideas I hear repeated the most? If I
destroy it, what will the consequences be for me and my crew?
(Status Mr. Chekov?)
Captain, her shields are down
With no anti-matter inducer interface
Basically she's a wounded wessel
Just hurling through space
(Spock)
But her coils are recharging
As is that of her design
You have only a brief window
Before her mains are back on line
Mr. Sulu, arm photon torpedoes
And stay ready with your hand
Lock phasers on target
And then await my next command
(locking phasers)
(Uhura)
Captain, the other Enterprise is hailing
Wishing to express their desire
This faith-based you wants to discuss
The terms of a mutual cease fire
(ON SCREEN)
(the faith-based me}
What's the meaning of this attack?
You have taken this too far
And don't you dare forget
I know how blood thirsty you are
(the questioning me)
You represent the old me
The empty parrot of my faith
But so often you gave me comfort
During the loneliest of days
(the faith-based me)
Then we have an understanding
You can see that you need me
I just want.............. to live.....
To love and ........to breath......
The awoken are the last to notice
I await
not just with yesterday's fear
but tomorrow's anxiety
Not Unknowing
the difference between
real and fantasy
the good from the grit
the snooze from the wit
Kill me off in purple haze
where diamonds get their rightful gaze
a preacher's son on the run
I await
and look at what I have done
I got arrested!... further developments await...
By gravity said law
linkedin with physics
stating that a body at rest
will remain thus unless otherwise
acted upon by an external force,
hence I cannot wrest motion
from inert human matter
regarding nearly lifeless entity
concerning how aye barely breathe
heavily weighed down
with lugubriousness easily crushing
this seventy two inch
rusty, cowardly, creaky...
complex corporeal edifice,
thus resigning myself
watching flight of bumblebee
hopscotching from one
clover plant to another
wondrous winged warrior
unphased by human "rat race"
higglety pigglety,
pell mell, helter skelter,
how grand living off the grid
venerating native flora and fauna
simply engrossed with daily tasks
solely attending
basic inalienable rights
life, liberty, pursuit of happiness
keeping stereotypical roles intact
males species pact schedule
hunting in tandem
with brotherly comrades
females tending hearth and home
tendering, safeguarding, nesting...
homeschooling offspring
supervising fledgling,
the latter gingerly venturing
tentatively into parts unknown
unfamiliar territory brimming
trained instincts detect danger,
nonetheless plod along
blueprinted genetically
inherent migratory paths
guides where uncertainty looms
within wide whirring web
invoking, feigning camouflage,
or mimicking ("FAKE")
simulating another organism.
The path taken,
stunning and sublime
rivers rushed,
such a magical ride
the sun shone,
the bluebird danced
feelings felt,
life enhanced
secrets floating through
the innocence,
nothing slipped on by
but still I am
back amid the wilderness
not noticing what's around
grey stealing recollection
darkness gone unbound
stretched across the horizon
silent letters pierce my chest
washed up
an endless sentence
I await
twinkle of color
memories adorn each branch
stares await new ones
Sunset, occurring daily (and as such, no miracle by the nature of the word),
calls me again to it's evening forum, where I, though vaguely moved to testify - again, only watch.
I watch...And as ever, am left rippling with the quiet swell of majestic privilege felt from inception (I am certain) by each and every oak tree born of ancestral crops in earths red canyons - Intrinsically original, yet universally indistinguishable from it's likewise peerless brothers.
A part of the whole.
I myself am human and in so being, have been much exposed to the impossible pink of a newborn day and to the breeze of sky blue it becomes with age. But this ongoing cycle of singularities leaves me unimpressed...
It is the sunset I await.
The sunset, who, unlike it's younger selves, is fast running out of time. Yet, who each night still requests my audience and waits patiently while I (no miracle myself, by the nature of the word!) valiantly attempt perfect attendance.
Tonight, though I am only here as a bystander, the sunset, now in it's twilight moments, asks a few words of me.
And tonight, I speak...
For I have long awaited the day when, at it's end, I could tell the beautiful sunset all that it has meant to me. And thank it for the elegant gift it has been my honor to accept each and every evening of my life. This being so, now I stand and my face awash in it's molten light,
I whisper to it from my reverent pew...
And the story I tell is one not only of it's own magnificence
But also of mine...
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Today, everybody is waiting
For something..
But, on what is it..
That one..
Shall be waiting
- Fore -
If One' should be in await
And await anything
Then one should wait
On the same-thing
And that is the
Lord all mighty
And the definition of
His whole meaning
- Fore -
It is...
In Christ that we must pray...
GF
Behind the window-pane I stand
rubbing mist away
From a distance I watch them
holding hands
as Santa Clause pass by
upon his Christmas sleigh
Slow,So slow they walk
towards a mistletoe
He removes the veil
which covers her grey
beneath the falling snow
He kisses deep wrinkles
which outline her cheek
Each wrinkle a blessing
before eternal sleep
On a Holy night of Winter
they must be feeling cold
yet in their eyes
a fire keeps burning
of a secret untold
Their eyes tell a story
Their arms know romance
Their heart hold a song
Their feet know the dance
In their smile
I see the future I long for
In their dream
I build one of my own
I would be thinking
thinking of you
till the last of red hollies
till forgotten memories
till the end of starlight
I will be waiting
waiting for you.
Inspired by a Christmas song
From a swift wind may she return this night,
may the moon delight the path less traveled
and make mighty her heals;
for this tiny flower wan in her meadow,
where lightning rips the skeletal gloom,
(where she knows not which way to heaven) ---
but the Star which shines above forgotten tombs....
How I miss her warmth....
while the night pours melancholy
and the sky thunders forbidden secrets.....
For many a moon shall pass til I have her home;
where it is now all but empty.....
and the clock ticks not for time,
but a cruel, long wait, and ill tidings grin....
Have me faith while the devil licks his lips,
and throws sharp stones,
from a desolate deep dark;
She is mighty with me and I with She,
no death could give us part ---
no gate from hell to keep us apart;
with the strong arms of the Lord,
(her swift chariot I await)
*** A prayer and a plea that my girlfriend has a
swift recovery in the hospital***
soul's eternity
basking in the rays of light
endless light, called love
forlorn beach awaits
high tide of life, reclaiming
wasted stones, sands
bringing back boats
loaded with catch of happiness
prosperity, festivity, longivity
16.5.2020
The Longing Await
Across the expanse, just beyond the great beyond,
the longing awaits the long awaiting of old.
It is here, and only here, that death cannot abscond
that which was and which can no longer unfold.
Watching and waiting on wings that still lightly quiver.
Where death, devoid of hands, can no longer pull a trigger.
© Mirroring Hearts 09/27/19
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