Long Awe Poems
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Standing on the porch savoring the taste of a cold Blue Moon, I pause.
A day's work has ended. I watch as our border collie Rusty navigates the pasture, Herding cows into the barn. Each one moves to its proper stall, Finding their way, as we all do when we recognize our home. The sun has set. The last light of it’s feeble reach remains on the horizon, thin pale arms Reaching to draw the shade. The first star of the evening reveals itself
As I turn my gaze northward past the old oak, where the rope swing hangs
Like an exclamation point! Beyond this, there lies a hollow cave of dark,
Formed by weeping willows rooted to the banks. This is where our farm begins. The creek unfolding from tears the willows cry, becoming a drink that nourishes the land. Life flows from the water as it flows from the earth. In the stillness of this evening I look to that dark place of origins, where the light is most absent. In that place, Just above the surface of the water, I see the first firefly of summer as it slowly blinks:
I am here I am here I am here.
Others heed its call adding voices to the choir. The sleepy meadow fields
Reflect the night stars above, fireflies mirrored below. They provide a glimpse of how the night has been forever. Crickets chirp, frogs croak, as cows begin their dream of greener fields. Here, I am lost and I am found. Staring at the earth’s reflection I experience the quiet birth of bliss that comes from sudden realizations. At the height of our brightest light we become all of this, A passing memory. The light of our humanity pulsing as one heartbeat,
Matching the fireflies light, as we blink into forever:
we are here we are here we are here.
Playing with words is like playing with Play-Doh for the first time,
mixing colors
messing with structures,
feeling it's designs between your fingers.
All five of them.
And then delicately stroking its surface with the others,
learning to comprehend the difference between smooth and rough,
and that the difference between them defines beauty.
It's like wiping the floor clean with its sticky skin,
and seeing van Gogh and Picasso
in the lines that separate red and yellow.
Really, it's just like being a kid again,
and experiencing the awe of simplicity,
the excitement of creativity,
and the gravity of curiosity
Humans can know so little,
we can barely hold two things inside,
i choose love and life,
with learning all the time,
always picking up the little things,
i always leave behind.
Such fragile little things we are,
physically, emotionally and spiritually,
just think how easily your bones break,
or how easily another your faith take.
But love, we can be mighty in that,
if we can avoid prides evil trap.
I love to search i love to wonder,
the little things i stare and ponder,
the last butterfly of autumn landed on my arm,
and for ten minutes with its beauty,
it span a yarn.
Beauty is found everywhere!
Just open your eyes and see awe!
At the end of the day
Out on the porch for a stay
Enjoying the cool, quiet, and peace
After a very busy day attended
Looking at the darkened sky
Full of stars passing by
Each one gives off a white glow
From thousands of years ago
There was one that was different
Logic says that is just a planet
Not knowing what it could be
Drew attention from me
Looking at the orange-red
Pulsating orb in the sky
Awed me with the creation
Of all the stars and planets
How do they stay there
Being put in space with words
God said and it was so
He holds them with his power
How many years and years ago
I don't know but they continue
Their glow and fill my life
With awe and wonder
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My friends come home draped in flags
I pause at the edge of the airplane door
Facing a tunnel leading me to a muffled joy
Strangers tell me I am related to them...
I deny a woman with three kids... her kiss
My friends are slipping in trucks with flags
They are loaded and back doors explode shut...
..............................................................
I wake up in a trench of blood and clean pillows
The same woman from the airport next to me
Peacefully breathing...and I thought she was dead...
I think I am finally home, fans are not propellers
Camouflage doesn't bear swing sets in backyards
My friends' helmets, guns and boots line up in my head
Patrolling with weapons made of aluminum foil
-------------------------------------------------
There is too much silence for a dead soldier walking...
I think I FEEL the kiss of the woman with three kids ...
She associated awe with unvoiced age.
Her son often enthused
about awesome tech-paced change,
empowering opportunity,
but, for her,
youth is an age for voicing wonder
as elders remember awesome quiet connection
back with memoried Time.
She found elder awe memories,
structures,
originating imprints,
in trees from humble
yet awesome nuts and seeds,
formed back in timeless forests
Where nutritional root systems
meet yang-strong trunks,
boldly growing toward sunlight,
flirting quietly with moonlight's fertility
starring light shining our way
from how many awesome staring years ago?
Now enlightening her empowered wonder
about this sensory sexiness
of trunks on root systems
so old she can't quite recall
How could time carve hoary beds
with rivers of resilient water
flowing down Time's journey
from wondrously young
toward awesome complex landscapes
of connection
re-connection
volition
revolution
solution
resolution
passion
co-passionate secular communication,
sacred communion.
Maybe if she goes on wondrous line
and writes about these awesome Times
they will become both more musically beautiful
and reconstructed true,
More passionately ageing together
with respect for Earth's revolving
gorgeous flowing wisdom
and joy for multi-sectored
strong true handsome.
Hear the sabre voices clash between children,
Watch the birth, the creation of dread,
Look closely at the glow about the fire,
Lost is the miracle of wonder,
It lies elsewhere.
Turn the log, it's warmth lies hidden,
Walk with care, beneath you lay the dead,
Souls that now form the silent choir,
Lie still and cause the mind to stir,
To imaginings in the air.
Living voices drift, the wind is calmed,
And the music dies away,
But the quiet, the silent is never harmed,
And lives again in every new day.
The rope that tightens around your neck in pain,
Will cause a grin as life is denied once again.
Nature's beauty, where harmony is around
Joy and peace twirl jointly across the ground.
It is in watching that our souls find release.
As animals, arty or elfin, lend solace and peace,
Secrets lie in floral fields and dim woodlands.
Our souls find a sanctuary as wonders stand.
The swift, free-flying birds above enrich the sky.
Their music fills the air with a calm sway.
Their vibrant hues and wings are bright.
Tinsel brightness to the deepest twilight.
As we observe their magnificent flight.
Our souls' brim with unadulterated delight.
The vast fields where the animals graze
We grasp a sight that makes us feel amazed.
The friendly cows, with their sweet eyes
Imagine the calm and peace of such dyes.
Their halcyon grazing and steady pace
Teach us how to live in blameless grace.
The opulence of nature lets us foster our eyesight.
Behavioral and temperamental highlights
Every creature we strike across
Such odd squirrels and their antics in the moss
Remind us to find delight in each beat.
Even In the record-breaking heat
The sage owl sat at the top of a tree.
It Imparts awareness for all to foresee.
The devoted dog with a wagging tail
shows us the concept of love sans fail.
Nature's grandeur brings us comfort.
Watching animals made us feel triumphant.
They remind us of the joy in simple things.
And the awe-inspiring splendor that dawn flings.
Let us watch the birds as they dance in the sky.
And feel their freedom as they soar up high.
Let us watch the animals on farms and in the wild.
And appreciate the lessons; they teach as a child.
So let us bestow a moment to pause and reflect.
On the beauty that surrounds us in every aspect.
As we observe the animals with an attentive gaze,
We find a sense of awe in nature's endless maze.
In the presence of nature's wonders, our spirits lift.
As we witness the colors, the feathers, and the swift.
In observing animals, we find a sense of delight.
A reminder of the beauty that exists day and night.
1st place contest winner
O God that I might sing
That I might sing
To your glory
To your honor
Hallelujah
O Lord my God
I will always praises
Sing your praises ever and forever
Hallelujah
Unto you
In awe abundantly I praise you King
You are holy awesome glory
I will always sing praises unto you
In awe you are
Awesome
So awesome
I will give you thanks forever
Ever forever ever you are always worthy
Ever so wonderful
That I might sing to the glorious praises unto you on this and every day
Always
That I sing the praises to you and I shalt not be silent no, no, no no ways
No,no,no,no,no, no, I can’t
I shalt
No way
O God my Lord my God I will give
You thanks Always
Hallelujah
Always
I sing praises to you and not be silent never more
I sing a loud wit my voice you shall hear aloud forevermore
Always
11/30/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Song by George Jones
God your work leaves me in awe
We are birthed into this life of chaos
Some try and be good in own ways
That one might make you happy
Surely to be better than another beside them
Some just reject all your word
And the beast is seen by the tongue
Their throats have become their grave
On their back they carry this large tombstone
If only they could get rid of it to ease the path
For most we are brought up to enjoy this world
To see wealthy are the ones that are blessed
Why do so many of them live in chaos and strife
Oh how we got to try our own ways without you
This is the beauty of it all
The more we hate what we see around us the better
The quicker we just give up and seek the better
The ones that are poor in spirit and wealth
The quicker we find out we are no good
The more we hate our life that we might receive life
The quicker we see wow these people are
Becoming like walking beast
They have come out of darkness trying
To walk in the daylight to deceive
Sadly it's in blindness if they knew the source
That was leading them they would cry out
It's only the eternal life at hand no worries
Carry on as usual in ones own path
God you sent your son to be the true sacrifice
That we might receive His spirit promised
To lose the chaos of this world at hand
That we might receive treasures within
Which will make one want to be alone
This world can have earthy treasures that rot
Just instill this new joy , peace and love within
Let me die daily to my will and path
It holds me here in chains
With your presence within one shall break free
To escape this deception that creates blindness