We looked up to you---
When during lessons you helped us look within.
Without, it'd be a confusion.
Expectations, a riot of colorful thrill.
You'd observe, steady and silent.
Then encourage us to go ahead.
Fond rememberances.
Your suggestions for books hit.
Like one patient, enchanted-
We'd wait for you to come.
Poetry and thought twined,
And you turned 'Wasteland' our home.
I know your challenge is a key
You, dear man, believe in me
So long my muse has
Flown from sight
Now here I sit
My challenge?
Write!
The sweetest guy
I am in awe
These poems?
The silliest I ever saw.
But challenge me, and I will write!
How many will I do tonight?
Poet friends, be patient please
As finally I'm writing! These!
"over the waters blue the night winds sigh, the breakers roar"
"Lord Byron"
I watch the clouds float over the blue sea
And see the sunset begin to form
The horizon becomes a red-threaded line
I enjoy the waves as they come ashore
The moon has risen in the North East
As ships at sea are seen in silhouette
The stars appear, and the night is met
I feel the warmth when the night winds sigh
As the waves of the sea flow towards me
They quickly vanish into the sand
I am in awe of what I see and hear
I hear the sound of the breakers roar
To be alone on the vast seashore
A place of serenity that seems eternal
Where thoughts become serene moments
And all of life's troubles feel small
Harmony of three:
See three dancing butterflies,
Flutter before me.
Happily, I see with eyes,
Being filled with awe and glee.
gorgeous African violets
pink, periwinkle, and the deepest purple
yellow centers and dainty dark green veined flowers
we were in awe of Edna, for none of us could grow them
In awe of God, with love not fear,
soul’s innocence rests lower mind,
tuning in to divine rhythm kind,
letting not lower thoughts appear,
deeming all as one and thus dear,
playing our life role as assigned,
in awe of God.
When bliss beats rise, we sense He’s near
and follow love’s scent in trust blind,
that we be by its hues defined,
shaped by spirit, we choose to steer,
in awe of God.
18-January-2023
Rondine
With all that in dusking's outreach
To fix her eyes on
What you'd think would therein be
Blaze-snatched, first to see!
Ere geese, more striking honoured
Solemn disappear.
Pale barked tree, wooded lakeside's.
Peak beyond; night hides.
Canadian rockies
She exuded a self confidence that felled us to our knees
If she had turned to look
Or even seen us she might have noticed
We were in awe, wanting to touch her robes
She wore herself in a wonderful way
Amazed, we stared, terrified to take notes
An unaware classic beauty who wore truth
Living her true self aloud, without hesitation or apology
I could not speak, I was transfixed.
My girlfriend tried to get my attention, but I was traveling
In another world where I was she, and she was me.
In Awe Of The Night.
.
Countless sparkling diamonds twinkle
In a soft dark velveteen nights sky
The bashful milky moon
Shows it’s luminous face once more
Capturing the receptive surveying eye
How many hearts and minds
Have seen the same stars as I
Since the beginning of time
How many idle dreamers
And lovers swooned beneath the splendor
Of an amorous moon but tonight the stars are mine
As I stand here in admiration
And in awe
Thankful for the wonders of creation.
.
Peter Dome©2020.
Blue morpho sat quietly
Waiting in silence for the cosmos to begin
She did not have long to wait.
Crescent moon slid out for a peek
slightly before the light show of the evening
Morpho sat quietly, gazing into the realms of creation
She could feel the hush in the grasses
As ants and grasshoppers slumbered,
missing the beauty of the evening
The moon smiled a friendly hello,
And the sky began to twinkle alive with pure joy
The joy of the evening.
Blue morpho was astounded by the beauty
She saw, and she was excited too
Anticipating nothing as great as what was.
A-uthor's
N-atal
N-ote
I-s
E-mploying
V-erse
I-n
L-ady's
A-we
Topic: Birthday of Annie R. Villa (January 05)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
In Awe of the Earthly Terrorists
________________________________________
What is AWE?
It is like the gasping for breath –
Inhaling the smog filled air
It is like being frozen in time and
Suddenly waking
as the ice sheets melt under your feet
It is like the fluttering of your heart
At the birth of something new
Like our mutant renditions of biology
It is like the calming of humility
When gazing out on God’s painted sky
Tho humility is abscent in
The presence of imperity
It is like the sudden intensity of excitement
Just before surprise
Will we be surprised when it’s
GONE???
It is like the noticing of each grain of sand
Being distinguished between your toes
WE. DO. NOT.
distinguish what is
EXTINCT
It is like the warmth of intimacy
That blankets your skin
Delicate
Gripping
Needed
We are such wasteful violators holding nature in contempt!!!
It is like the impeccable sensation of fear
Instentaneously becoming a
Welcoming of ease
When all you LOVE is safely guarded from distress
We do not LOVE this earth
No one can guard this earth
We are such hypocrites!!!
We are the TERRORSTS
Wanting to be AWED
I am in awe of everyone else.
They seem to have their act together.
They live in houses not filled up with junk.
They have perfect lives.
Their children are not punk.
They are not on drugs.
They have no diabetes or cancer.
I am going crazy with envy.
For they are all perfect and I am not.
They were all plucked from the blessed tree.
They are all beautiful, and I am distraught.
They are all the best, and I am the worst.
What is wrong the mama said?
It’s being thirteen, the girl replied.
Nothing worse in the history of the world.
Especially if you are a cynical girl.
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
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