Best Awes Poems
the lullaby of butterflies hums
in the early morning air.
a rounded light of gold
above the purple clouds
spots a blue filtered peak.
trees unite as one in the constant drizzle of rain.
flowers wild, spill in colors hurried
to fill barren ground.
mammals of every kind lay unseen,
asleep and covered in blankets green.
and I wonder,
I wonder who,
who would nullify?,
this bouquet...
of sweetly scented
awes!
With Love
22~12~2014
Categories:
awes, nature, , Lullaby,
Form:
Free verse
Have I been one among the chain
of those who come to gawk, then strain
to point a finger, poke my nose
into places I don't own?
To claim I understand the pain
that's covered by the winds and rain?
One who awes and talks in rhymes,
without a glance between the lines
A stranger to a sacred shrine
ignoring reverence and the trace
of those who toiled, laid the stones,
to make this place a home?
Am I the one who stakes a claim
Who borrows someone's history?
Travels here in tourist clothes,
as if this spot were mine to own...?
Who stirs the dust and tramps the grounds,
hearing nothing, but the sound
of my own ego echoing...
Simply here to frame a spot, quickly take a selfie shot,
to prove to someone back at home
what matters not to them at all
Text someone far, who doesn't care,
that I've been here or there...?
Have I been one? So far, so near?
Never conscious while I'm here,
of those who struggled long before
The grief, the loss, long overgrown
where someone lived and made a home?
Who leads me to a crooked tree
once planted by a family
to mark a grave. Perhaps a child,
perhaps a spouse, and all the while
I smile, then carry on my day
Compelled to come....yet,
I did not own the years that tell
Nor did I own the tears that fell, ...
two hundred years ago?
Categories:
awes, appreciation, feelings, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
The Goddess Of Blessed Redemption
She gave me a foundation of love's pleasures
complete with wondrous bountiful measures
she a gentle goddess of golden hues,
swept this heart away, vanquished all its blues.
From a verdant forest spring she arrived
relieving me of life sadly contrived.
None other could love and give any more,
she a goddess sent from paradise shore.
When asked why she came to me to now bless
no words came, my sins too sad to confess.
Yet her Light and Grace healed this broken soul
for this world had taken its heavy toll.
Of Asclepius* blood, healing her art,
body, soul and mind, first target the heart,
faithful daughter, resplendent her warm glow
sent to heal and allow this soul to grow.
She freed my body from its scars and burns
from ghosts of past buried in hidden urns,
the mind confused by treachery and lies
and the soul ready to face its demise.
Her enchanted charm revived my delight
to view the world in a generous light,
for the mind to stand firm, no longer wilt,
with redemption free the burden of guilt.
Once a broken man, forsaken lost soul,
I now stand stoutly with a heart that’s whole.
With Apollo’s blood vibrant are my veins,
by lease of life, released from morbid chains.
Verve restored by Aceso’s healing might
with radiance to end my sorry plight.
Healed with love in atonement of past crimes
with kindness I share life’s eternal chimes.
Collaboration by Robert J. Lindley and Teppo Gren
7-05-2018
(1.) Asclepius*, see note above..
(2.) Aceso’s , ( Aceso (the goddess of the healing process )
(3.)Apollo- Greek Mythology -
Apollo was one of the most versatile of the Greek gods. His domains extended from poetry and music, to light and truth, and archery.
His mother was the Titan Leto, whose tryst with Zeus angered Hera. The Queen of the Gods tormented Leto, sending the monster Python to chase her across the whole world so she could find no safe space to bear her children. However, Leto found safe haven on the isle of Delos and gave birth to Artemis and then Apollo.
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Note- With deep gratitude I present this collaboration written with my good friend Teppo Gren. A wonderful friend and truly amazing poet. A sonnet master that awes me with every poem he posts..
Categories:
awes, art, beautiful, imagination, inspiration,
Form:
Rhyme
the lullaby of tropical birds sketches
the sounds of the early morning air
a spotlight of gilded rays
above purple clouds
traces a blue filtered peak
trees unite warmly
feed on the drizzle of rain
like a nectar gifted
native plants
spill in colors hurried
fill the barren ground
mammals of every kind unified lay unseen
asleep and covered in blankets green
and i wonder
wonder who
who would nullify
this bouquet
of sweetly scented
awes
Categories:
awes, appreciation, art, beauty, betrayal,
Form:
Free verse
In the rocking, rolling surf I picked up a random seashell,
And just listened to the sea storms lullaby, the curling of
Spray urged a hushed soft whispering echo, what an ear
Fulfilling symphony impressed my vivid imagination of
Fertility!
Sweeping this beach combing land locked refugee, to
A distant place beneath fathoms briny deep, an aquatic
Paradise shined in brilliance before my pondering eyes,
I’m beguiled by the opulence emerging, to the life
Surging all around me, this spiritual dreamer on a
Vision quest under the big blue’s sky scape!
Just then I pause to hear all the sounds around me,
The whales trumpeting, the waves crashing against
The rugged, craggy shoreline, and the rushing undertow
Smashing on the coral reef below!
Blending in perfections melodic curve in successive
Musical notes, are the distant sounds beyond human
Comprehension of the unknown, unexplored discovery
Zone, yet what beautiful music this unwater world
Makes, for all the senses to in drink and partake!
Squalling seagulls screech above, as a swelling tornado
Cloud of silver Minnie fish form in twilights shifting
After glow of the mid-afternoons light!
Textures aquatic sound waves lull me in tune
With natures under seas ambiance, giving this
Mystical realm in exotic feeling of transitioning,
I’ve been transported beneath, and dwell as a
Part of this magical sea scape captured in it’s
Vast beauty of light and sound, lost an
Inspirations muse!
Suddenly the tones change as the storm winds
Blow in, the sea orchestra refines unto rages
Thunderous climax shattering the peaceful silence!
It is the sea storms lullaby, rocking the rolling surf,
To destructions ultimate rheum, awakening this
Day dreamer from slumbers awakening shifting
Drift!
Lord Titans waving his mystical trident, lied’s this
Classical chorus of mariner’s tragedy, set to destiny’s
Thunderous overture of aquatic rapture gone airy,
And here I’m standing alone reveling in the musical
Hail storm spell bound, in awes after effect!
Listen to the sounding sea, can’t you hear its sweet
Melody’s lost within the hushed silence of the seashells
Mystical song, in essence spray it awaits thee, come
Along mystic dreamer and know the true essence of the sea!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
awes, adventure, beauty, imagery, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
I've listened to it's calling, in awes amazement
Felt the rush of the waves between my bare feet,
Allowing the bubbles of sea form to explode,
As I spread my toes digging them deeply,
Within the beaches warm sand.
Then at this moment of perfect splendor,
I pondered in thoughts deep contemplation,
At natures raw marvelous wonderment.
Oh how I envy the seagulls above,
Whom soar above this blue blue aquatic world,
How free they seem to dive admits the powder clouds
Of the divine, crying in joys liberation.
These master fisher birds, gleaning morsels of
Food at the surf of the waters top layered edges.
White winged creatures hanging effortlessly
Upon breezes of air, rippling over the currents
Tidal surges.
Behold the epic beauty of the timeless sea, it brings
The sacred heavens themselves to weep, the angelic
Angels tears fall from Nervous itself, melting the sky's
Blue to blend with the waves, giving the bluish tint to
The aquatic world of elegance beneath.
Against the sheltering coves coral reef,
Within the wake of the rolling riptides crashing,
Scattered are the delicate aquatic trumpets of Poseidon.
A tender weepings sounding, is heard within
The hardened shelled cocoon of the sea shells,
As they wash upon the sandy shore.
Hush now mortal and listen to the sweet song of
The sea, softly it so plays in meiotic rhythm,
Enchanting the vision insight of clarity, to beguilement
Of tranquility.
Can you not the hear the swaying of the tropical trees,
Lightly being caressed by the breezes of the sea,
On the distant shores of enlightenment.
At twilight's golden hour of sunset, the lord spreads
Wide his miraculous canvas, to display his master
Work of divinity.
A brilliance shimmering in light of the divine,
Held encapsulated within the sea shells song.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
awes, art, beauty, imagery, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
Melting tears of the moon is snow dust, frozen droplets
Turning into flakes of white icy lace, that cling to the baron
Limbs of the tree tops, for it is winters grace, a frozen
Kiss given unto autumns last sighs of farewell, until
The next seasons change takes place.
Softly floating wisps of thin frozen mists, shifting
Ever lightly, gracefully unto the winds, tenderly
Aloft, free falling paper thin crystals of ice,
Cascading downwards unto the frozen earth below.
Layers of delicate texturing of refineries elegance,
Transforms this landscape of falls color burst, into
A winter wonderland of frost and white icings
Gleaming brilliance.
A kingdom of flickering diamonds is show cased
Beneath the lunar shine, of the light hanging within
The heavens above, a glittering field of gems
Illuminated by the elliptical sphere, Called the moon.
In this picturesque display, the writer ponders
Humbly, to the wonders of nature’s masterful
Hands of creation, to be able to create such
Beauty on
this frozen canvas, and the poet
Is left in awes wake of hushed expression.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
awes, beauty, imagery, imagination, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
I open her book of poetry
When I need to run away.
Serenity washes over me,
Banishing stresses of the day.
Her melodic rhymes entice me,
My imagination begins to soar.
The kind of poet I strive to be,
Her work leaves me wanting more.
Passionate words and phrases
In rhyme and rhythmic flow.
Each poem awes and amazes
Causing my inspiration to grow.
She writes with flourish and with flair.
A poetess beyond compare.
for Elizabeth Wesley, poetess beyond compare
Categories:
awes, dedication, poetess,
Form:
Sonnet
I must confess
My fascination, my infatuation
For you
This feeling crashes over me
And won’t let me fall
Asleep
So calm me with a lullaby, a
Phantom’s lonely song
Caress me with an angel’s music
To get me through the night
Hold me in your arms again
The way you always do
Let me be so lucky as to know
You feel the same
Your simplicity, it awes me and
Leaves me in a daze
That hits me like a chandelier
And soft within a dream
And I never would have guessed
Above all, it would be you
To sweep me off my feet this way
Take me by the hand and dance with me
Out in the rain
I only want all of you, I hope it’s mine
To claim
You are the teddy from my childhood
But least of all my toy
Someday I want to love you, I’m lucky
Just to know you
One day we’ll sing our Phantom’s lullaby
For now just hold me tight
Grace me with your love, your chivalry,
Your time
We are just a whisper in the dark, a lullaby
Categories:
awes, loveme, me, , Lullaby,
Form:
Free verse
I am the sunset's radiant smile
I am rain's melody with songs sublime
I am the energy it takes every day to
Play life's game!
I am that sound in pounding heartbeat
in rhymic caress.
I am the colors prompted by a rainbow
That awes the eye and touches the soul.
I am the sigh a mother prays
Listening to a sick baby's cry.
I am passion delivered in a kiss
I am starlight, said by some...
A song rendering love's melody
I am somebody, uniquely, a butterfly
Growing wings.
I was told once, "God had given me Sparkle Magic!"
Children know it's true!
September 19, 2012
Categories:
awes, life,
Form:
Free verse
Poetry is more than rhyme and verse
It brings light and laughter to the earth
Poetry begins inside the heart and soul
Giving back to the heavens some console
Poetry heals, hopes and defines mysteries
Will take the poet down through histories
Poetry encourages, enlightens and enlivens
Capturing the love that flows and energizes
Poetry combines the words to bring insight
Magical poems who grace the world write
Poetry opens the doors to dreams within
Teaching the spirit just where it should begin
Poetry amazes, awes and gives inspiration
Awakens the mind to the gifts found in creation
Poetry is more than words and phrases
It draws images of its muse with sweet praises
Poetry is alive, a fire burning through the night
Showing it’s flaming delight with brilliant light
Poetry brings my feelings out into the sunshine
Where they are comforted and never pine
Poetry clarifies, imagines and cures anguish
Promising the heart that it will never languish
Poetry knows the weakness and strength
And the poet must go to most any length
To reveal the heart and soul, the inside
That yearns to give back all it can confide
The joy, hope, peace and faith, all smiles
Flowing with the whispers of Godly styles
A Poet’s Duty Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Beth Evans
October 6, 2020
Categories:
awes, inspiration, muse, poems, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
The shifting of many corporeal hands move across this dead cell,
A vacuums vortex, a psychic sponge, charging this battery of
Energy called the spirit board.
Paranormal phenomenon striking plate to enter realities plane
Of existence, for the ethereal challenged in crisis, seeking the
Threshold for spontaneous release, unto our spiritual realm.
Witchery’s board of trickery left in a polarized stance it
So entices the living with its tempting whispering of lies,
Incantations gate keepers wait on the other side of evils
Door way.
Memorizing the human sensory functions into a false
Sense of harmless mystery of the unexplained, it lures
These victims ever closer to weaving its spell of the demonic.
These capture being lost unto the hypnotic effects are
Transfixed unable to hit their override switch that controls
Their mental powers of persuasion, disabled is there strength
Of will power, they belong to the Ouija now.
Clasping do all for sides of the curtain of reality, times
Displacement begins in earnest, without hesitations
Momentary loll this dead cell bursts to life.
Black magic key has been inserted within the wooden
Door way’s heart and soul, a bizarre power bank draws
Forth the energy of the spiritual lost, swinging hells
Kept wide open.
The pancetta spins out of control, smashing against
The barriers of humanity, darkened ebony light shines
Through this doorway of evil and the flickering candle
Turns to a shades greenish blue wavering in the odious
Breeze.
The voice of a thousand screams echo in sheer delight,
We have been freed at last, broken is the trance, the boards
Hypnotic effects are dashed by the light of the dawn.
Dazed in bewilderment the voyeurs are chilled to their
Very inward bones, shaking, staring in awes amazement,
Wondering if these events really happened at all.
Then within these tented walls a voice responds to their
Questioning, laughing, as if a jackal at a fresh kill site!
Foolish mortals you know not what you have done, this
Night, but I promise thee this, laughing once again,
In a demonic under tone, none shall leave this domicile
Alive.
The entry doors lock without the human touch, the
Curtain windows pull closed, a momentary stilled
Scream, then all is silent, what remains is left up
To my readers to visualize, as the final candle
Blows out!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
awes, evil, fear, halloween, history,
Form:
Free verse
Rocky Mountains
by Adrian Sutalo
North Park valley where
outdoor adventures await,
Great Lakes to Rocky Mountains
journey, to seal a cervidae’s fate.
Roads past endless cornfields stretched toward the horizon,
acres tens of thousands of rolling golden prairies,
The burning smell of asphalt of North Platte River’s railroad town,
mesquite broiled angus sirloins steaks, rest for travelers sweaty and weary.
Meadows vast as the eye can fathom, like a
view of the setting sun on the sea,
framed of snow-capped western alps,
grueling two-day drive ends with awes of the scene.
Trio of Southern Baptist Preachers,
Locked horn Marines a pair,
old war Soldier, friends rendezvous,
common goal to share.
Some not seen since
journeys of previous years,
happily reunited in fellowship,
thanksgiving and prayer.
Majestic Elk of the Rockies,
coveted target of game,
a harvest of one
cheerfully shared all the same.
Infinite Aspens aplenty for a
stand which to hunt,
all game not pursued, such
as bull and cow moose in my front.
Bugle of bull elk, turns
stomach to knots,
nestled between willows
kneeling, arrow knocked.
With cow elks a harem,
barnyard aroma fills snout,
dozen eyeballs toward me,
imperfect for bow shot.
Evening hunts over,
sun dips in skyline,
strolls out of woods unbeknownst
watched of mountain lion.
Few lucky to put down,
elk on these trips,
blessed ones share mashed
potatoes, tenderloin elk strips.
The five-day hunt over,
the journey home begins,
dreaming of next year,
to pursue elk again.
Categories:
awes, adventure, animal, christian, imagery,
Form:
Rhyme
October approaches with sharp bursting color
that awes senses with majesty.
Cool winds blow with vitality
and I become God’s most reverent extoller.
October conducts a symphony of feeling
that uplifts and inspires my heart.
I implore my soul to impart
my full obedience in prayerful kneeling.
October caresses the spirit and essence
of my being, and I am humbled.
From earthly existence tumbled
a moment, I humbly bow in acquiescence.
October promises the coming of the harvest
that this year’s scattered sowing brings.
The worker’s voice in the field sings
impassioned praises to Him for this bounty blessed.
My heart is filled with the miracle of it all,
and the divine revelation
that I am of His creation.
I pray I transform and worthy of His Last Call.
Categories:
awes, bible, blessing, christian, creation,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
She stands beaten and bent,
all exhausted and spent.
And like Medusa's locks,
Her coiffure awes and shocks.
Her branches lash and sweep,
strumming songs in Her sleep.
And mimicking the birds,
the wind whistles the words.
She sheds raindrops like tears,
stifling the children's cheers.
For like the fickle sun,
Her tears ruin their fun.
Flailing branches of green,
She's a sight to be seen.
Swaying with every breeze,
She's unlike other trees.
Categories:
awes, beautiful, fantasy, hyperbole, imagery,
Form:
Rhyme