Best Awe Poems
Daffodil majorettes lead the spring parade
Mom fox had lured out a reluctant kit
Verdant grasses are growing lovely shade
For dainty dulcet purple violet
Gentle nurturing rain from day or two
Coaxes her lace lilac to gently wake
Meadow rainbow chiffon a lovely hue.
Faerie-felt awe surrounds beautiful lake.
Carpet of tulips arrive on the scene.
Growth can be felt every hour or two.
Resurrection of weeds, not being mean.
Cyclical magic for me and for you.
The woodlands, the meadow, the lake and the dale.
Rebirth of spring yearly, without fail.
Written Feb 24, 2019
Contest: Springtime Rebirth
Sponsor: John Hamilton
At night I'm in awe of the moon
and breezes that carry her tune
breathless I seductively swoon
for the attraction I'm not immune
through glorious fields we do tread
passions spilt out slowly have bled
chapters once scripted are read
together our fears now have fled
footsteps a plenty I've taken
sights I have seen not mistaken
beauty in eyes now awakened
bonds were built but not shaken
dreams coming true that are real
a soft kiss on your lips I shall steal
two hearts draw close I can feel
an infinite love we reveal
at your side I do gallantly stand
pledged firmly on your left hand
each day spontaneous not planned
capture riches of this bountiful land
sweet smells of honey dewed grass
a doe and her new fawn quietly pass
the pond peaceful unblemished glass
in harmony it's God's perfect mass
03/22/2016
Dear Lord Jesus, this gift of love you give to me
More precious than the breath I breathe
Flows endless as the mighty seas
Bringing countless blessings in times of need
To know that you live inside of me
May I reflect your light on all I see
I feel you always in the rising sun
And I smile through tears when rain clouds come undone!
Amazed, I watch as lightning bolts zip 'cross darkened skies
And marvel as thunder rumbles through pillars of clouds
Be it day or night constantly by my side
I’m in awe of your love; forever my guide
You gave your life for me; set me free!
Though undeserving, you pour down your loving grace
Upon mankind irrespective of belief
And call to each, 'come taste and see what it means to be free'!
When my days are done and your light I return
May it be as brilliant as when you placed it in me
Let me not return empty keeping it to myself
I pray that I give freely to light another’s path
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02/14/12
Tonight, I marveled at a magnificent full moon hanging in the Colorado sky!
It spread its mellow glow upon snow-capped Pikes Peak, so pleasing to the eye!
Contemplating its beauty as I gazed heavenward in awe,
It occurred to me that this was the very same moon that Jesus saw!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
when I look up at the milky way
and the nebulousness beyond
my heart skips a beat in awe
i see the miracle of life
the timelessness of splendor
i see a grandiose enigma
the vastness of eternity
and mystery of infinity
i see the magic of creation
recognizing the authorship
of an omnipotent mastermind
in the most cosmic way
providential ubiquitous
i feel the mystique of his love
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~MINDFULLY~ 2021
Submitted on February 8, 2019 for contest TELL ME- WHAT DO YOU SEE sponsored by JAMES EDWARD LEE SR - RANKED 3RD
Woods enthuse me,
Bring me to a dancing state.
Lilt me, lift me, bring me back to my soul mother.
Bring me home, in pure joy and excitement.
I adore you, Woods.
Your fox, your eagle, your moss, your deer.
I am one with them, for I am one with you, and
We are all a part of this universal oneness
Mother sky and Mother meadow
Was there ever a more cosmic place in this
Fantasy world that some think is the real world?
Let me dance and sing and throw my arms into the air,
Playing enthusiastically into your eternal oneness,
Reveling in your stumps, branches, and the roots that
Tie Mother Earth to this heart-felt place.
Let others be of this world. Let me be ethereal,
A faerie whose wings are dancing and prancing in
perfect harmony with the heartbeat of the forest,
My savior, my friend, the pulse of the woods.
Nurturing my soul in joyfulness.
May I always be in awe of her.
Always.
My friends come home draped in flags
I pause at the edge of the airplane door
Facing a tunnel leading me to a muffled joy
Strangers tell me I am related to them...
I deny a woman with three kids... her kiss
My friends are slipping in trucks with flags
They are loaded and back doors explode shut...
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I wake up in a trench of blood and clean pillows
The same woman from the airport next to me
Peacefully breathing...and I thought she was dead...
I think I am finally home, fans are not propellers
Camouflage doesn't bear swing sets in backyards
My friends' helmets, guns and boots line up in my head
Patrolling with weapons made of aluminum foil
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There is too much silence for a dead soldier walking...
I think I FEEL the kiss of the woman with three kids ...
You whine and whistle, ghostlike, when you round
the corner of my cottage in the cove.
You sweetly soothe or taunt and terrify.
No one on Earth dictates where you will rove.
A menacing marauder or a mild,
melodious, mysterious delight,
you play your part in nature to the hilt--
just heard and felt, not subject to man's sight.
June 23, 2017, placed first in Brian Strand's Mid-Summer Premiere Contest
Date: August 19, 2017
Contest Name: Blowing in the Wind
Sponsor: Nicola Byrne
January 26, 2019, entered on Mark Toney's Poetry Marathon, Mile 13
February 18, 2020, entered in the Strand Select T contest
As I amble along, a trance me shakes
an immense silence, I fear, my tread wakes
A respite from angst in an oasis of rarity
my stroll in timelessness and spirituality
A joy of mind dancing in thrill and ecstasy
lulling my soul into a winsome reverie
Forget me nots calling for vernal breeze
heartseases blooming, poundering throbs I seize
Love in a Mist promising a golden summer
a stunning pallet! a peerless paintbrush to colour
Morning glories, beauty and forbearance
flowering souls, no void and time for abhorrence
Marguerite Daisies dropping a curtsy to shiny sun
a night retreat, then paths of charm to run
One rare of gems from The Master of the Universe
poets ever carving its ineffable beauty in verse
Artists blend their appealing hues and rising perceptions
a work of Art of emotional power and pure impressions
Beholding in awe and gratitude such a bliss
many of God's grace and blessings I miss.
Faint yellow is the first to appear
Leaves march forth in harmonic progression
To autumn’s clock all must adhere
Amber, scarlet and purple in procession
Bring gasps of wonder till winter’s colorless indignation
*Written September 1, 2014
For Francine’s contest
I have always known,
I was a slender
pale vein beating
in the throat of the earth
feathering at its nape,
and that I was rarely
noticed
but the hand of a god
was rested on the pulse
of me and a speck of dust
has been anointed by his hand
the Snow globe of winter
cracked open
as incandescent fingers
of light dropped through,
I knew then
this was a day
unlike any another
I was in
the thrall of madness
the last time
I felt the eyes of a god
rest on me
but now I’ve been touched
Is this the madness
of divinity
or a reality in awe?
I don’t care, anymore,
this speck of dust
has now been mapped
by the hand of a god
and in his heart
there is a place
ever waiting my return
this simple speck
has found a home in heaven
kissed by the stars
the war was well
on its way
mottled and coddled
battled and bottled
before the
front was modeled
the frontline was hobbled
the forefront was cobbled
dark hearts be doubled
light hearts be troubled
the war is well
on its way
aurora borealis spiritual realm
ethereal water paint leaves me breathless
God’s handiwork, His paintbrush at the helm.
reverent silence, heavenly caress,
ethereal water paint leaves me breathless
wonderment complete as I crest evergreen hill
Reverent silence, heavenly caress,
Never have I felt a sense of nirvana, this still.
wonderment complete as I crest evergreen hill
sacred awe for this natural dream state paradise
never have I felt a sense of nirvana, this still
God’s glory flows within me, in this moment of ice.
sacred awe for this natural dream state paradise.
God’s handiwork, his paintbrush at the helm.
God’s glory flows within me, in this moment of ice.
aurora borealis spiritual realm
One day there walked into the little store
which at the age of sixteen I worked at
a gorgeous boy. I must have dropped my jaw!
Like a Prince Charming – someone to adore -
was that wonderful dark-eyed young man that
I saw!
I pinched myself because it seemed unreal
that he saw me (this boy who had no flaw)
and wanted very much with me to chat.
I think of him today and still I feel
in awe!
Oct. 30, 2020 for Sara Kendrick's 'The Speaker' Poetry Contest
*** Words Vanish ***
Words vanish!
Disperse — as prayer begun
Moves to clear the mind
And bare the heart,
Swelling the soul to meet Thee
With love…
Sending on high gratitude’s praises,
Pulsing on into silence —
Worshipping in awe of Thee!
By Thy grace
Blessing along Faith’s way
With heavens’ lights leading
Searching souls
Close, ever closer to Thy presence —
Drawn to that touch —
Of communion with Thee!
Yet, prayer in a moment might flee
Back to thought to fruitlessly plea
For the ineffable to reveal
Some phrases of devotion and humility…
From the human to the Holy
…Entering Radiance
Words fail the feelings
Of the soul’s prayerful flight in adoring love
For Thee God…
God alone
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** The words “God Alone” are etched in the stone
above the arched entrance to the Trappist Gethsemani
Monastery in Bardstown, KY, USA (home of Fr. Thomas Merton, teacher, peacemaker, author
of The Seven Storey Mountain, New Seeds of Contemplation, No Man Is an Island, & more.
He also had a great fondness for James Joyce and taught often about poetry. Lectures of his
classes at Gethsemani are widely available on-line.)
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(c) sallyyoung eslinger 9/15/2023
Thanks be to God—-