Best Wonderment Poems
Shadows of the newest night;
strange, moving, fluid motions
cast in simple black and white,
flash out and pinch your notions.
Shadows leaping may thrill you.
Shadows creeping may chill you.
Shadows may move upon wind
to plant whispers in your hair
or tease traces on your skin.
Shadows prize giving goose bumps
with no beginning or end.
Shadow shapes won’t let you know
if they touch you close as foe
or caress you as a friend.
Tonight’s shadow wind is charm –
just autumn’s yearly alarm
that her color and brightness
will soon recess behind us!
Step tonight into shadows
that flirt with the playful wind.
Inhale anticipation
as autumn’s shadows do spin
wonderment anew, again.
Not shadows to fight or flee.
These shadows move in delight
on breeze of pure, dancing glee.
It is autumn’s majesty –
she’s celebrating herself,
calling you to smile and see
her colorful, splendid wealth.
In that boundless Sea of Suns, does there yet teem other life?
I pose this to the heavens, my heart pierced with longing's knife ...
And should I wait here ceaseless, so disclosure might return,
The Great Expanse is far too vast ... for me to e'er discern.
~ Honorable Mention ~ in the "Unanswered Questions" Poetry Contest, Juli-Michelle, Sponsor.
JACK'S SNOWMAN
It took three whole days
for Jack to build a snowman;
he's as tall and strong
THRILLED BY SNOW
They are thrilled and scream..
playing in the deep, fresh snow;
they cannot their mom
PONDERING MYSTERY
Heart, take a quick look:
isn't winter's glittering snow
so mysterious?
The History of the world is in my veins,
an abstract in my mind the Future,
looking into the cornicopia of concepts from memory
I see a universe staring back at me,
naked am I, a body of victories, failures & serrindipities,
a sepleture of star light & a womb of consciousness
craving continuity of conclusions,
seeking a final truth rescuing dead judgements from error,
Time, attention as an investment,
as a resource for spiritual enrichment is a vast mine of mine,
shafts that burrow into fear, stupidity, euphoria, creativity,
spelunking the sensational,
dividends in quiet diamonds,
speaking to the world in thought symbols,
noise finds no harbor in my mouth,
awareness deepens as the river perfumes the great canyon of reflection,
illusions lose their tastes & happiness hungers itself,
the slavish & sordid power structure of Man's nightmare
tells me I possess no right or ability to know myself by myself,
that meditation is for lazy, ill informed members, introspection a sour source,
productivity for commerce is penultimate goal,
souls engulfed in irrational routines, distracted from divinity,
disinterested in sacrafice for strength and subsequent liberty,
guided by gurus of reflexes,
I stare at skies, trees, chattel, focusing on artwork, music, environment,
harvesting experience, interpreting Life for me,
day dreaming like a goose on soft grass,
refusing guilt breath in my instruments,
the only legitimate " waste of time "
is denying yourself realization of Truth & Honesty,
permit them sanctuary,
give them time to help you use your immense power,
a place that never darkens -
J.A.B.
An iridescent celestial being
Anarchic yet effervescent adolescent
Frolicking freely in the omnipresent forest,
Like a breeze through the leaves.
Barefoot & star gazing — native & trail blazing.
Like a clever, fearless fairy exploring the faraway night sky,
I am the fantastic bit of magic on an otherwise static planet.
Bewitched by wild wonderment;
Coloring my life with the chaos of pathos.
I am the captain of passion, & best little hippie
On the mountain — formed by a volcanic fountain
That caused a panic on our little oceanic planet.
Dancing in multidimensional secrecy,
Past an unattainable horizon
Is where you'll find me — on the Big Island in the sea.
It is a true treasures
With impeccable weather & such mystic characteristic,
It's almost unrealistic.
So forget your whimsey Hawaii five-O fantasy
Tear a hole right through the sky
Arise, & fly with me on a real odyssey
Across the mesmerizing island
Teeming with undreamed of creatures
& seemingly endless saffron sand beaches
few have ever been
up to the
Vermilion rainbow plateaus
& sacred volcano summits
Amidst cascading honey suckled waterfalls
& streams of splendiferous wildflower meadows.
We can indulge in thousands of hues of bloom
Or retreat, once more to the oasis at the shore,
To stand hand in hand before the prevailing trends
Of a turning world; scattering brightness in the dark
Fledge millennium into an unadulterated oblivion.
Enveloping what is suspend in time
with a colour compass configurations
The universe, nearly legible expresses herself
Writing constellational scribe
elucidating galaxy.
Where do we adjust our wonderment
Something that we see in the sky
A fine honor and grandeur well spent
Why do we see only what’s in our eye
We celebrate nothing beyond the great
Something that we see in the sky
How is it that we only want to take
And only tolerate beyond our scope
We celebrate nothing beyond the great
Who must we give to in order to elope
Masterful in appearance we find peace
And only tolerate beyond our scope
What is the cloth that resembles the fleece
We make due with the way we really are
Masterful in appearance we find peace
Nothing delivers like the risen bar
Where do we adjust our wonderment
We make due with the way we really are
A fine honor and grandeur well spent
Russell Sivey
Peace flowing deeply across my mind
with penetrating emotions, collecting
thoughts filled with satisfying impressions
of my last truest feeling down my trail
of distant land memories
Slumbering, desires bring forth, a message
that calms the savage beast, while in the
mist of attention, appears a liquefied substance
that controls perfectly to the fullest
a liberal desire of oneness.
Once before consequences were damaging
to minds matter and alertness, notes were
taken to continue on with life long methods
of awakening the subconscious without
a thought.
Today! Awareness does all the work, approving to
this appealing world, with knowledge and understanding
the equal rights of man, with no permission, to
take over life, just mind control connecting a new
generation to another power of control, enlightening
forces, to take over an imaginary existence of
unconscious matter.
A wonderment of experimental methods, share all
living entities the point of a never ending
death as we know it in a gratified galaxy not
known to flesh and blood species of our eternal
universe.
Taken souls, are transferred to plants of life's under
world and attentive achievements of interdenominational
souls to live altogether united in peace and perfected
properties of truth and untouchable domains of
knowledgeable transformational spears.
Hence: we travel toward a new world of depth
and dimensional knowledge, to achieve a more
perfect civilization.
By Derena
© 2018 Derena (All rights reserved)
What a joy it would be to see you walk the Glens
On purple bloomed heather, on the lands of the Highlander men
To witness your aura, your smile, amidst the Ben's atop with snow
For no matter who stands beside you, being there they'll surely glow
Being there they'll surely glow, proud to be standing there
To your beauty they will look in awe, in wonderment, amazing stare
Whilst all around there grows, many ferns from a forgotten past
For no matter who stands beside you, your beauty will always last
Your beauty will always last for it's captured in many hearts
In wonderment amazing stare, from the Highlands you'll never depart
Now imbedded your heart runs free, to roam these Alba Glens
And this Scotsman chosen beside you, your choice of Highland men
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I needed help in figuring out who this heart is really for…..
Feelings arrive leaving me feeling silly at times, though much too often
it passes…..daring never to lift my spirits again for that special feeling.
Joy has never been this good to me, she was never there.
Can I dispel the magic? Step through barely harmed and peeled away the wonder….
The world may not learn who I really am, his folds and creases, the corners with the worn edges.
Can I miss the pity it never cared to give?
Maybe……I could try.
Once we realize love can take on many forms,
we could possibly accept it more openly and give it more freely.
Heavenly stimulations so terrible exist to transcribe what I’ve found quite meaningful to be discussed…..
Agony settles in where promises wane and the need for resolution
has met its last couple of sentences.
Shadows making their way across my story trample my sunset
as they clamor for the conclusion.
I hold court to entertain dubious expectations and mismanaged thoughts fraught with ideal intentions.
Singular matters are shown inadequate,
Purposeful examinations once allowed to pass….now fail,
tranquil, treachery, teeters till the twenty-fifth hour….
Is there a tomorrow? Will love bring along with it
another sunrise?
Written 21 MAR 2018 in Austin, Texas
In Simple Wonderment She Came To Me
In simple wonderment she came to me,
heart in hand and spirit so low,
Precious fruit graced her beautiful tree
and my mind paid that heavy tow.
Summer warmed with its shining gleams
wind cooled that beauty in repose.
Then she came to me in my fevered dreams
Softness in her eyes and dainty nose,
Newly discovered things we both sought
eagerness in touches betraying our love.
Night coming our time was dearly bought
we gazed at our star shining bright above;
In simple wonderment she came to me,
an open wish softly whispered in my ear,
Nothing was ever, as pretty as was she
afterwards absolutely nothing ever as dear!
Robert J. Lindley, 12-11-2015
Note: Muse said, just shut up and write.
With tight lips, my hand moved about and
this came out....
My muse returneth and she is as bad as
ever !
Eyes are closed He can not see A tiny hand reaches out Wanting to be Blurred images Are all he knows Slowly his acceptance Grows and grows Eyes now wide open Bright blue sparkling lights Everything he invisions Brings him to new heights This tiny baby My newborn son To the wonderment of all His life has just begun Richard Ferry 2/10/2013
magic:
sleight-of-hand art
paints amusement, and it's
conceived to undo what's perceived.
mind tricks.
Whispering
thoughts to one's idlest fancy,
Imagining feelings
to one's innermost soul.
Babbling inanities,
crying insanities,
Wondering, wandering
alone and alone.
Where does it take one,
where does it want one,
where does it seduce one
along the strange source
of forbidden mysteries,
of unexplored paths,
of untouched feelings,
of ecstasies unknown,
or unthought of.
Where will it end?
3 November 2018 4:45pm
Peering up at the heavens through the skylight
I see the sun striking the trees casting shadows across fields so bright
I see shaking autumn leaves of brilliant orange and brown
As a vulture on the chilling wind hovers around
I wonder at the waning light
That heralds in the calming night
What dreams may come from this carnival mind
What tales will spin and confoundedly unwind
Come to me you mocking words
With visions dark and so absurd
Your time is short and you've lots to tell
Before your burned in forgotten hell
When you're through I will awake
And from my soul you shall I shake
For it is not for me to hold
The strange stories to me you've told
The Wonderment of a Child
While on my travels, I met a very young child today
He let out a yell, as if to grab my attention to play
I raised my both hands and smiled, he did the same
We both smiled and laughed, enjoying our little game
I watched him, all his excitement from everyday things
I was amazed at the joy he had, whatever the day brings
It brought me back to the memories of my own childhood
In that time of not knowing, of all things I misunderstood
Growing up with wide eyed anticipation of everything new
Hoping for what we wished for, will somehow all come true
Not a worry in the world, as we played our wondrous games
Lost in a world of our imagination, hoping all remains the same
How we lose this fascination of the simple things as we age
Struggle of adulthood, throughout the stressors we engage
Within all the strifes, the emotional turmoil that drive us wild
Try to look back and remember that wonderment of a child