Long Amazement Poems
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Breathless smiles pour over the seas
Enchanting oceans of beautiful memories,
Soothing graces, forever embraces –
Whispering light into the darkest nights,
Firefly inspirations, soothing and kissing nocturnal
Listening to the silence, sensations of hope
Kindness in caresses of June dusk, erasing all the loneliness,
Playing in rhythmic moments, challenging
Hearts to love like no one on earth has imagined,
With love so alive it makes hearts abide
In truths, promises, feelings – precious remembrances
From that last broken heart….
Passions and praises, prayers for penetrating
Grace, calming like the peace of a river, focused
On rearranging the destiny of a teardrop,
Flowing like melancholy, with quiet reflecting stardust
Promises, arranged on the tongue, lulling
Flames of joy through the spirit’s waning, indignant
Gentling, flames vibrating, trembling with hope,
Laughing like the insanity of a dewdrop leaking light
Over the sanctity of a blessing, the miracle
New life erasing the dusty morning, the wind
Blowing back the Autumn’s noise with a soothing
Sense of amazement…
Working out the feelings, the blessings –
Hues of tenderness, affection singing through the veins
Awakening the star studded moments, the secret
Thought, hope glistening in quiet tears,
Faith growing like the ocean’s beneath a hurricane
Bawling like lavender bruises on a heart who heals
When love touches the spirit, remembering
Crying with the elation, the moments of pure bliss
Pouring from a silent shadow, a sincerity
Who realizes that it is only God who can heal
Destroy the dark and shine a light of fulfillment
Through a life who dances, reflecting
The wonder that comes from believing…
A prayer, a heartfelt prayer –
Decides that true joy comes from sincerely
Believing, receiving the forgiveness
Like healing – His hand covering the spirit
With redemption, remembering
Grace like rain, falling gently, caressing and revealing
What it means to listen to His sigh,
His kindness falling tender over each smile,
Erasing all the dread, embracing the faith
Believing that love is the answer to each prayer!
Forever – I’ll praise Him – Forever
I’ll praise… Him, the One who has saved me,
The amazing – the King, the forever that abides within!
If a half-baked idea hits you
And knocks you as hard as
A lightning bolt,
That it feels like a megavolt,
Sit and for a while ponder,
And in amazement and awe,
You’ll discover intense wonder.
May angels surround and protect
You from harm
May they
Roam in your life and
Fly in your every dream,
He has sent them, for you
And rank high in His esteem.
A celestial hug they might
Give you to dry up any tears,
And chase away nightmares,
Or any other earthly fears.
The love with which they encompass
Is a feeling that could
Last for years,
So spread this feeling of tender love,
That you have received,
Which cannot measure
Up to any treasure,
And will give perceivable pleasure,
No doubt you were chosen
Isn’t that just wonderful,
Wake up don’t act as if frozen,
You are a master-piece He has woven,
With great joy,
He is so busy, He sends angels as envoys,
They arrive on earth in convoys,
They are commissioned to deliver
All of the above,
Overwhelming, maybe,
Have you not felt their presence before,
In your every pore?
My Kind of town
My town may not be up to par
It may be leagues below most towns by far
May even seem rundown to some earthly clowns
The people here are quiet folk
Our fine citizens have no dogs to walk
Although a few may be seen strolling along
With their pet lobsters so red on leashes strong
New years we celebrate with the bubbly
As we do many fathoms of the year
The bubbles floating all around
Hot springs underneath abound
There is a ranch you see, just outside of town
The coral full of seahorses true
The whales swim by our ocean abode
In absolute amazement they smile or maybe frown
Our houses may be old
Each and every one though a museum to behold
To our vibrant illustrious past
Statues proud in aquatic blue
When you come visit us
We shall all look out and stare at you
If only we had had the time
We would have posted a sign
Welcome to Atlantis
Kids hustling with buzz and joy
Smiling faces with missing teeth
Talking endlessly about their games and toy
With amazement never to cease
Sharing Bottles and lunch box
Playing stone paper and scissor
Just as bunnies they hop
Wings like butterflies with which they flutter
Fighting for the window seats
Honking with the horn
To feel the warm and quick breeze
Crying like a newborn
Taking proud in getting a remark
Heavy bags with weight of future
Playing in the bus as in a park
Constituting the most innocent form of nature
Stops coming as finishing line
One by one all the friends depart
Eyes glimmering with light of divine
Journey suspends Till tomorrow when the bus restarts
Blessed with a big hunk of love.
He protects us, entertains us, obeys us (and disobeys us when he really feels the need).
Individually, he has stolen the heart of every member of this family with his quirky ways.
With his intelligence, his adorable looks,
His efficient guard dog behavior, letting strangers know with just a “look” that he is watching them”.
His need to sniff and inspect any parcel delivered or “new” item introduced to the house,
His gentleness, his eagerness to please, his childlike pleasure when offered a new toy, or a walk in the park,
The dance he does when any one of us comes home accompanied by yelps of delight and the gift of his slobbery toy that he brings to greet us,
His contentment to just lie about in the same room when it’s time for the family to relax.
We are endeared by his carefulness to avoid obstacles as he walks around the house, in ore at the huge size he has become.
We are touched by his little whimpers when one of us leaves, and by his vigilance watching the gate at about the time they routinely return home.
The ouch of his weight as he “accidentally” treads on your toe if he is being ignored.
His slobbery “kisses”, his need to rip to shreds in the shortest possible time, every expensive indestructible toy we buy him.
His willingness to sit quietly beside the family member who is ill or sad, not demanding attention, but silently just “being there”.
Now I found a site called Bullmastiff Lovers. To my amazement, so many adore their Bullmastiffs, and I see they all have the same wonderful traits.
I was walking in the woods near our
vacation cabin.
And to my surprise I saw a pot of gold.
I wondered to myself where could it lead?
To my amazement I saw the most beautiful
rainbow in the world, in the distance.
It had a mesmerizing and hypnotic allure.
All of a sudden I heard movement in the
bushes.
I couldn't believe what a I beheld next.
I saw a dozen leprechauns.
I blinked but they didn't disappear.
They were still there . The littlest one
said” What's the matter ladd? Haven't
thine eyes seen a leprechaun before?”
I said” No, I thought you all were just
a myth and make believe.”
“ Well you found me gold and it's yurs.
Bet all will believe you now.”
I turned to look at my big pot of gold
and I turned back to tell them thank you.
But they all had vanished.
That happened many moons ago and
although I told my whole town about the
gold. I was labeled the town fruitcake.
They said some pirates must have
misplaced their gold. I often said if that's
the case how you can explain the “pot”.
They said a treasure is a treasure.
10-8-18
Contest: Fictional Write
Sponsor: Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings
She left me enlightened
With her “Heart’s Imagination”
Taught me about love
In the ink of “Melting Point”
She gave me a whisper of insight
Within the breath of “O April”
And sang to my soul and spirit
On the wings of “Germination”
She colored my heart in hues
Of lavender with her psalms
Who spoke to me of hope and love
Joy birthed in “My Iridescent Garden”
She illuminated my soul’s faith
With “Soulful Journey of Shooting Stars”
And breathed pain into my nostrils
On the tone of “Heartbreak Hill”
She graced my thoughts with light
When she penned “The Virtue of Motion and Life”
I felt the waves of her pensiveness
In the words of “Mirror of a Son’s Eyes”
She left my heart in bright adoration
With “Rebirth of the Third Angel”
And encouraged me to listen to silence
On the reflections of “Wire Walker”
She delights, enlightens, flavors my thoughts
In amber, scarlet, sapphire and emerald
All the colors of inspiration and sensitivity
Inviting me to listen to the hopes within me
She inscribes a bit of enchantment through me
With her vivid portrayals of imaginations
So loving and graceful, like psalms that grant me
A light to guide – a hope to ignite my faith
She is a writer who has left me with appreciation
For the empty pages that draw her in
And bring me such beauty, light and laughter
Love that points me to a heart that is perceptive
A woman of grace and beauty and wonder
Polishes her poems with flavors of amazement
Inspirations so thrilling, so revealing, they take me
Through the poem into places I’ve only dreamed of
Her poetry holds a trace of stardust, a flame
Of expectation, a promise of illumination
Fulfillment and pleasure, satisfaction with words
That brightens lives and leaves elegance wherever it flows
In her poetry… there is hope for words!
Title Wave Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Richard Lamoureux
May 19, 2021
For a wonderful poetess, Susan Ashley
Titles of Susan’s Poems are in BOLD
Peering through plate glass at a puzzling view,
In the midst of my coffee’s morning ritual brew.
Staring with amazement—I’m wonderfully struck,
By Cherry Tree blossoms, overnight run amuck!
By nature’s own standard, cruel joke she now plays,
Million blossoms wide open, this February day.
Our sad juvenile sapling, knows not what it feels,
Sprouting vivid Pink colors, in a show it now steals.
From those all around laying dormant in state,
Waiting to blossom, their own petals awake.
And by then poor young cherry will have muted her splash,
Replaced by green leaves, summer storms will soon thrash.
But alas all this splendor making warm visual sense,
In the time it took java, to heat and dispense.
Tomorrow once more, I’ll observe through plate glass,
Wonders that await, beyond Winter’s Rye Grass.
© Michael Wegman, 2018
I love Politics
And have been watching in
Confusion and Amazement
At Donald Trumps election as President
The first address he gave
Was 1 with a rather conciliatory tone
Expressing a will to govern for all
But it seems to have brought Riot's
And lawless to the streets
From opposition supporters
Who profess he is divisive
If Trump has lost the Election
Would his supporters have marched or rioted?
Or would they have just accepted the result
And moved on
The Man has yet to take office
But seemingly will never be given a chance
Remind you of man named Obama
Hard to succeed when no 1 wants
1 to succeed or puts aside personal preferences
For the greater good
Pretty cunning how she captivates hearts of many,
Eyes of many, attention of many but acts like a maniac,
One glance of her makes many sleepless, not that she is a queen but a goddess,
Gives out a guffaw of a laughter full of joy,
Popping her eyes out as a sign of amazement
Giving out an incongruous emotion in serious conversations
Always walking confident despite of her flaws
Checks her phone alerts every now and then as a sign of anxiousness,
Perhaps a special somebody in her DM, a secret fascination
Hiding her inner wounds from the world, she camouflages them perfectly,
Welcomes every obstacle with enthusiasm by being eccedentesiastic,
Her talent glitters reflecting what she does best,
Never known how to be perfect but she is a real definition of an epitome of perfection,
Has known nothing but to stand firm, rigid and confident in whatever she decides,
Has known nothing besides being a person of little faith,
But higher goals motivated by the zeal to artifice a better future,
Has never known anything but making everyone around her ambivalent, problematic, some of them say,
Has never been too forward or backward but always been a minute past anger, a century past inactivity and a decade past docility,
Makeup is too modern for her but her natural beauty steals the show,
Has never known how to wear a body perfume but her natural scent is giving,
Can be a nuisance sometimes but her presence is irresistible,
Putting on her spectacles as many call that norm, “windows to the soul”, undeniable,
A woman of valor, she knows how to forge a better life in the harsh world.