Best Overlooking Poems
As i close my eyes and narrate my dream
It would be my wish, my dream supreme
We meet at Williams Lake in BC Canada
Flying in from our corners of unhappiness
As we drive to the mountains, to our wanting address
We head for Mount Robson, through the Fraser Pass
Our destination is a wonderful log cabin
What a place to spend with your lass
Our destination reached as we view our wooden heaven
Surrounded by a carpet of virgin white snow
Overlooking the Fraser River
We settle and sit down with a nice wine
In wonderment at the panorama before our eyes
Knowing that it will be hard to ever say goodbye
Our afternoon melts into our evening of wait
As we dine to soft music
Absorbing the moment as we catch each others glints
We slow dance together, whispering in each others ears
Our hands in adventure whilst our lips finally meet
Telekinesis thoughts allow our clothing to drift
Barefooted we are as we grace the oak wooden floors
The roaring log fire captures our shadows
As we kiss in song arriving at the hearth of warmth
We bow to our knees naked as birth
Barriers melted as our skins touch in want and desire
Hands now like magnets, in caressing finesse
Moment after moment we absorb our souls
Against the fireside glow, we dance on the walls
Undulating movements captured by inner enthral
A pain Overlooking
From under of the door sills
Overlooking suffering
Uniqueness of paddle in heart
Closed of the doors
Oh, Tears lamb
Which stray from herd
We too
Until now,
trying to cut of crying ropes
We caught up
Did not come a taste of happiness
We sold in the slave market
Looking to new hope.
In a bright studio overlooking the noisy street,
I hide from the living to write with a frantic beat;
loud voices and sounds will subdue before dark...
very sweet is the the melody of the lonely lark.
Even when it snows, the view is quite awesome:
watching snowflakes slowly come down and dress
trees in glistening white...one can feel lonesome
when every audible sound is hushed by stillness.
How lovely it is when happy faces peak from windows!
They may seem immensely surprised or stupefied;
and some even open their doors and come outside
to observe the fluffy snow descend on the pines' boughs.
I pause for another minute, then resume my writing...
it's profound observation that inspires the heart and mind,
giving this motivated poet many ideas of positive feeling;
I sense and absorb them, not noticing kids getting wild.
In a bright studio overlooking the noisy street,
I fear shadows towards evening when feet
make deep footprints that lead to my stairs...
and afraid of ghosts, I begin chanting prayers.
My house up on the hill overlooking the brook
With a spectacular look
He will appreciate what awaits
On the other side of the gate
My little angel thinks our house is the first-rate
That it was our fate that brought us to this special place
To begin our life free of sin as we can hardly contain are grin
To stop and take it all in
Between the view and what I have shared with you
It's clear to see why this makes us so happy to see
The way our love has grown up to be
The most beautiful place for me
Is a home full of love, and respect
That affects all the beautiful things going off inside of me
To ask God for any more would undermine this awesome score
When in the beginning we were so poor
The only way I will ever leave
Is when God takes my last breath from me
We have weaved our story in all of God’s glory
Because of the choices, we made long ago
This is why we both know our love will grow strong enough to last
The woods are what makes all of this so special wild and free
Miles of memories that we made along the way
We will never let them fade away
As we pray to God and thank Him for such a heavenly place
Where you can see the angels play on any given day
I just hope that God picked out a spectacular view
From upon a hill overlooking a brook with that spectacular look
That we have come to know
All things are possible when you have the right flow
We come to know God who will save our soul
Somewhere way up high on a mountain top
standing out on a rose covered balcony
in the shadow of the moon's shadow overlooking the sea...
well I reach back into my
memory and pull you back through my
poetry in solitude like a night bird with my
cape pulled up around me tight now
Somewhere In The Mountains Overlooking
The Sea by the light of a lantern I go through
these old picture books one more time when
I was yours and you were mine...maybe someday
I'll fall in love again but it's doubtful for you still
remain the other half of me and missing you
the way I do will surely be the death of me..
What gives him the right to take you from
my life now I'm nothing but a ghost in the
night Somewhere, Somewhere In the Mountains
Overlooking the Sea!
Miles....cross rivers oceans and seas
mankind bleeds
our own....caught up
placed in bodybags
" somebody is overlooking us "
tears flooding our streets
screams echoing
" That's Enough "
" somebody is overlooking us "
Abomination, destruction, poverty
madness leaking into our water streams
Poison attached to our food supply
Addiction scatching at the surface
poverty camped out by our back door
" somebody is overlooking us "
children hypnotized by deception
as if they fell hard
causing concussions
rude, disrespectful
growing without direction
forgeting where they came from
" somebody is overlooking us "
diseases spreading like wildfire
bathing in the devils creation
making it hard to breathe
" wake up " society
before we drown in
rivers, oceans and seas
pulled under by life's destruction
" somebody is overlooking us "
I came to rest upon a hill overlooking a valley
And off in the distance deer gathered in a rally
The clouds above me seemed to breeze by in lazy fashion
As I sat here conflicted with my latest passion
My life is a like a rose that lost all its petals
Leaving behind only thorns and twisted metals
I thought I had lost all of the love I have to give
And the past I'd constantly have to relive
But this valley in which I'm granted repose
Shows that my heart has survived past woes
She's a very brash and brazen young lady
But she's all that I can think about lately
Her eyes sparkle like stars in the night sky
Making me feel as light as a feather so I can fly
If only I had the courage to truly speak the words
Perhaps in time I would finally be heard
For months I've sifted through perplexed thoughts
Feeling my heart twist itself into knots
Every time I wish to say something real
My voice turns robotic for the usual deal
So I came to rest upon a hill overlooking a valley
Hoping that I could finally find courage to rally
So inward I look deeply to find my true self
Hidden behind false personas on a dusty shelf
The timid and shy man I am is a mask soon to be eviscerated
So that the true me can be free and finally celebrated
I stand upon this hill and cry out to the very stars
Ripping off my shirt I show the whole world my scars
If one waits for love to find them it'll never be found
So gaze upon my courage and be spellbound
I will fight for the feelings that grow roots in my heart
And this day is the beginning of a brand new start
I came to rest on upon a hill overlooking a valley to find repose
Instead I suppose I lost myself in the art of prose
But by losing myself I gained sight of my true self
No longer locked away like a poor man's elf
In time I will reveal the secret of my affection
No longer damned by eternal introspection
I came to rest upon a hill overlooking a valley
Knowing tomorrow will be this play's finale
He searched every street in town but his own,
Ignoring his best friend who loved him so
For a perfect wife, who would make a great home,
His soulmate put there by angels years ago….
Overlooking our Identity
This is the activity
in which each of us
engage..
Overlooking our Identity
as expanse and expanding
confining it to a
constraining cluster of
perceptions and thoughts..
Until!:
we notice the caging
and the confinement
sounding freedom's call...
overlooking
seems to be what we do:
overlooking the reality of the field
luminous..peaceful.. and available
the substance of all our days..
famous teachers
some acknowledged
as gods and gurus
are just like you and I
but with a realization
(followed by notoriety)
of the overlooking and a
simple waking to what is
being overlooked..always
available to you and I...
"She reassured me with an unfamiliar line."
Love is a mystery school, yearning for sages
well able to reckon sixes from nines.
True wits should elect sin's disbursements
rather than reflect on love's scenes of rushing bunglers.
Love is sick, blind, unkind. Aren't we cruel?
She chided: brush your flapper, dying blue
between that pair of cheese crackers.
Remove the Devil's Pitchfork from your hair.
Doubling as Dracula, your zeal repealed
by loving an unpersuaded other.
Stay not inconsolable, my weaning one!
She knelt beside me, interpolating my orations.
Entreat for veritable blindness to take better blame.
Apathetic to any flame, resisting even sipping sunshine
interred in the long night of voluminous drapes,
pray for cardiac arrest to efface 1700 hours of shadows.
Perhaps, pray you would love me, and I shall say something of it.
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A field overlooking
an arbor of jasmine
where butterflies play
midst the fragrance of love
Bluebonnets smile
as they hide from the clover
that bask in the sun
from the heavens above
Blissful, we stroll
down a pathway concerto
as melodies whisper
from sycamore trees
Lyrics returning
each echo of springtime,
when daffodils danced
in the harmonic breeze
Holding your hand
neath the shade cast of morning,
while rose petal kisses
now scatter the lawn
Breathing the air
filled with smiles and laughter
as clouds wander by
at the edge of the dawn
And I with my heartbeat,
stare off in the distance,
embracing the wonder
with arms open wide
Out here in a field
overlooking an arbor,
where dreams all come true
with my love by my side