Best Wondering Poems
White caps glistening on the horizon
As the sun sets on a restless sea
I wonder where your thoughts are
And do you ever think of me
Have you seen my smile in the breaking waves
Or tasted my kiss in the salted mist
Felt my touch in the evening breeze
Heard my voice in the seabirds midst
Have you seen me standing on distant shore
Or floating by on a snow white cloud
Have you ever reached for a vision of me
Or called my name out loud
Wished I was there to say goodnight
Or beside you with morning anew
Have you ever asked yourself
If I've seen or felt these things for you
Sometimes the things we want to know
We wish we never knew
So a mystery this may remain
While I wonder if your wondering too
the clouds outside brought along the thunder
making the pillars of the courthouse want to fall
sitting at my desk I began to wonder
as the teacher spoke he faded into the wall
my mind drifted like a piece of wood
with my imagination running ahead
pulling my thoughts as far as they could
in and around like a needle and thread
forgetting the lesson for the day
and finding a hidden corner of my mind
I knew the path but not the way
as I sat there letting the trail unwind
I was lost by all my mind had to show
with no one but me to offer suggestions
the good the bad the high the low
like one answer to a thousand questions
fluttering around like a sparrow
I couldn’t find a ceiling or a floor
but the walls only seemed to narrow
as I reached for the only door
opening to misplaced dreams of the past
and memories that had long departed
hoping this place would forever last
but I began to float back to where I started
realizing I had landed from my mental flight
I looked about a class full of hollow aspirations
blindly nodding their heads whether wrong or right
without chasing their own imaginations
I wonder,
Is the soul as happy when she leaves the eternal to be enclosed in the temporal, As she is when she starts her trip to return to her celestial home?
I wonder,
Whether the enlighted soul is as worried when she enters the ignorant body,
As she is when she leaves it and has to account for the success or failure of
Her mission?
I wonder,
Whether the soul is incarnated out of Free Will or is she " obliged " to go Through such an adventure called life?
Finally, I wonder,
Whether one day, we would find answers to these pertinent questions, either In the physical or in the metaphysical realm?
Till then, my dearest friends,
Let our faith lead the way up to our last breath with confidence and trust to
Our Lord's divine plan!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
14 December 2022
Two decades old,
Soft skin light toned,
Bushy brown hair,
skinny slim built,
Eyes blue as the sky,
Emotions and mind,
All so very shy.
Born a Capricorn,
Raised in a working class,
Ball full of energy,
shattering plates and glass,
Father held the iron fist,
Mothers mind in a mist,
Smacking, screaming, shouting,
Reminders of him as a kid,
While she was there to kiss.
Talented athlete at school,
Hung out with kids to cool,
Social pint was empty,
Only half filled with Pepsi,
Peers drank beer,
while I stayed in the clear,
Teachers had crumpet faces,
telling me to tie up my laces,
I wish id listen,
But crunched an apple,
kneeling down in the chapel,
ignoring those prayers,
fed up with restricted care.
Flickering strobes,
Shiny lazer beam lights,
Bikie gangs making me feel so bright,
Strange faces everywhere,
in a cosmos they share,
lit up like christmas,
While satan grants their wish list,
Drenched in sweat,
I realised I was running,
from throbbing headaches and pains,
Cloudy Sunday mornings,
driving me insane.
Spaceship landed,
Half matured man,
half wondering wolf,
Paws deep in mud,
preventing my quest,
for a partner in love,
Mary howls her hisses,
in strong gale winds,
Sunrise to sunset,
Fed up waiting for him,
To taste a teaspoon of courage,
To pop a balloon full of wisdom,
Sitting too comfortably,
In his own prison.
Dreaming and Wondering
I often wonder as the day unfolds,
Will I find love…as the years make me old?
And when the sun sets in the sky
Thoughts of my past go a rye
Replaced with the vision of walking hand in hand
Through life’s gates, loving my man
And each time the seasons begin to change
My wonderment …goes free-range
Akin to snow cradled mountain tops
Nestled are next year’s healthy crops
A walk where blossoms soon will abound
I know that spring is coming around
I find myself taking in the view
Life’s inherent gifts … always new
Like on a sunny summer day
Watching children splash and play
My gosh the years went so fast
Youth…so far back in my past
Fall stirs my soul, beauty’s all around
Leaves artistically paint the ground
Once again the chill is back
Deer’s are making their snow tracks
As another season unfolds
With restless winds I’m getting old
Evening casts a new shadow down
Thoughts once more go full round
That my soul mate, may well be
Dreaming and wondering…just like me!
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Just wondering why
Just wondering when
Just wondering what is to be
Is it for me to hear
Is it for me to see
Is it just meant to be
What is expected of me
What is it I'm supposed to be
What is it to be free
Searching for life
Searching for the answer
Searching until I can search no more
Wanting to care
Wanting to share
Wanting to just be there
Just wondering if
Just wondering how
Just wondering what is meant to be.
A friend said you saw me and asked for my number.
Does that mean I’m in your head while you slumber?
She said by night you’re a drummer, an IT Tech by day
and that you are quite eager for our date to go your way.
You must realize, I am not who your perceptions show.
You can’t think just seeing me makes me someone you know.
CHORUS
Don’t know if I wanna go where I’m not sure I’m going.
Don’t know if the unknown is something I should be knowing.
Don’t know what I’m looking for when I answer my own door.
Just know I’m jaded from all love faded with each encore.
I often wish I didn’t mind the sound of being alone
or let solitude lay me depressed and fantasy prone.
Right now, you are an image I try to focus in my head,
while I keep reviewing all the phone things we’ve said.
It seems, I can’t help but wondering where I’m being led,
is this romantic lightness or something I should dread?
CHORUS
Romance has tossed and turned my heart into many bland knots.
The moment I was born, is when Cupid began his love plots.
Long ago, my head and heart concluded it takes three years
to really know someone and how they might shift all your gears.
Slow will surely become my operative word and stance
should our first date reveal shared desires to pursue romance.
CHORUS
It all lies before us now, we share a clean slate of time.
There are no injuries, no scars, no hurts of yours or mine.
What about this heart of mine, should I put it on trial?
Should I let pain in so I might embrace a lover’s smile?
I guess places I have been and where I have yet to go
will somehow trip land within all true love feelings I don’t know …
CHORUS
In case you were wondering...
I'm not okay...But I say I am.
You just don't know it.
And you sure can't see it.
Cause on the outside, I'm fine.
But on the inside...I'm bleeding.
I fake a smile, I fake a laugh.
Just so you can't figure me out.
In case you were wondering...
I'm not okay...But I say I am.
But what you don't know can't hurt you right?
I'm in pain, I have breakdowns, I cry myself to sleep at night.
But you don't know that.
So you think I'm fine.
See how this all works?
Your not worried, your not hurt.
But I am.
In case you were wondering...
I'm not okay...But I say I am.
Sometimes I wish I could just tell you how I feel.
Maybe then you would really understand.
Maybe then you would be smart enogh to know that when I say "I'm fine...Really."
You'll ask me over and over until I tell you the truth.
But I can't tell you how I feel.
So you think I'm okay.
You think I'm happy.
Well I got news for you.
In case you were wondering...
I'M NOT.
In the twilight, with red velvet clouds
I remember you
still imprinted on my mind's eye
when for a time, we were lovers
who blessed the morning sun
and blessed the evening skies
between
we wandered in whirling whimsical wishes
of wanton dreams
colored by hands, intertwined
around the brushes of love's heart
where we painted our faces
on the walls of our days and nights
It brings a smile
on this, the evening of my birth
as I watch the sunset, again
for the sixty-seventh time
in quiet reflections of our yesterday
finding a tear from my memory of you
wondering...if you remember too
4/25/18
I wonder what a musician’s life is like
As I notice you nonchalantly carrying your instrument
Much like keeping your voice boxed and in a velvet bag
I look at you and wonder as we sit in the commuter train
Pondering about a musician’s lows and highs
Wondering about your split personality
Like this one here where you sit alone with your switch off
Obviously recharging your batteries
Regenerating as you think of your next gig
I imagine your friends and fans who love to party
I can almost see them around you in a hazy cloud
Yet here you sit alone quiet with your case
Once open I know you’d suddenly come to life
Goodbye then
This is your stop
Goodbye
And I just sit here and continue
Wondering what a musician’s life is like
AP: 1st place 2020, 3rd place 2020
What if this is hell
What if we are the dead
It makes sense
The murders, the rapes, the sorrow
I do believe it is a possibility,
So I am doing my best to
help others up and out
Inspiring them to follow their hearts.
Maybe the artists and the poets
are at the top level, almost ready for the giant leap
To the good place.
Maybe the murderers and the rapists
have a long way to go
I do think I am right about this.
I am sold on it, because I have been invincible.
I have expected to die three times.
Yet, here I am. Alive? I doubt it.
Maybe our souls are crying because they
are aware that we are dead
Maybe this is hell.
It makes sense to me,
And it seems fair.
Tread lightly, my friend.
We are probably not supposed to know,
So go ahead and pretend ignorance.
I am only sharing this insight with poets and artists.
I’ve wondered if, when it’s raining,
If the Lord is weeping?
I’ve wondered if the thunder…
Is God’s voice – in all its enormity.
I’ve wondered if, when my heart is breaking,
If the Lord can see…
Beyond all my tears and fears,
Into the moment when I’ll find relief.
I’ve wondered if, when night comes,
If the Lord blinks in the sky,
When those stars twinkle and glow,
Flickering in shadows as the wind puffs.
I’ve wondered if, when I’m breaking,
If the Lord can see through the sorrow,
Into the soul, where I’m aching –
Reassuring me that, in time, He will reconcile.
I’ve wondered if, when the story ends,
If the Lord takes up His pen,
Writing a new beginning, a new opening
For a tale that will never close.
I’ve wondered if, when there is a sunset,
If the Lord has taken to painting,
Beyond the seas and the mountains,
Across the waves, through the pines and laurels.
I’ve wondered if, when hope seems gone,
If the Lord reminds us – He’s alive,
And, just when we want to give up, He stirs…
A gentle that reassures there is love, sweetest love.
I got down on my knees and prayed.
I asked God can he and I talk?
God said my child what's on your mind.
I told God what I wanted to say might blow
his mind away.
So I asked him why he is allowing the turmoil in our nation to go on and on?
I told him quit frankly it is time for it to end.
I feel these people protesting need to stop.
I asked God what do you have to say?
I waited a few minutes and heard please go on.
So I asked him why he allows people to loot and burn down buildings, to threaten and hold traffic hostage?
To tear down history and to make the laws?
I am angry and mad, tired and frustrated with it all.
I no longer want to listen, nor I care anymore on what happens to anyone.
I was with them at the beginning but now
I am not.
God is your mind blown away yet?
I need to hear why when so many prayers are going up to you.
Why you just sit and do nothing?
You allow this to continue and it hurts so many lives.
God answered and said to me.
My child I am grieving along with you.
I see and hear everything.
Be patient and look within and you will see
whose to blame.
WE ARE THE ONES TO BLAME!!
Rhonda Wilson
June 22, 2020
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Spiderweb phantoms of the energy lattice,
tension spires where emotion opaquers
draw from the void.
She'd get up early
and rent a hotel room
where the staff would remove
any paintings or pictures from the walls.
She brought the Bible and a deck of cards,
plus a thesaurus and a bottle of sherry -
ha! you know this sounds good -
she'd play solitaire if she needed to get in the mood,
she'd write on yellow sheets of paper with lines on them.
That's the way Maya Angelou did it.
If there's an intersection between physics, philosophy and religion,
then I'm going to be very pleased, incorporated,
maybe even superluminal.
The layered ziggurat that you climb,
the humming iridescence coming from within,
the high priestess is at work.
Counterfactual definitions,
waveform collapses,
conservation of information.
Can random data be generated?
Derived forms,
ancient watercourses,
rapturous from trying too hard.
So, let's kill the essence,
leave ourselves hollow silhouettes,
fast-moving blanks,
or the ultimate satisfaction
that goes so slow we won't live long enough to touch it.
December 13, 2016
For Lewis Raynes' contest - 'In your head'
For years I lingered in desert sands
Trying to understand the reason for my being.
Looking upon the age-old Sphinx, wondering
When, where, why and how was our beginning
Even made possible?
Sun-baked,
Together on bended knees we
Stared into the eternity of the sun
Rising like a giant orange
Gum
Drop
Over the River Nile and lands beyond.
For a few moments it felt good
To be so far gone. Lost
In the reverie of an ancient moment
Uncertain as to whom or what I am
But contentedly accepting the thought that
Like the Sphinx, reason is occasionally void of reason
Or so I understand.