Overawed Poems | Examples

shaky ground

  i’m a poet not a prophet ~ to believe otherwise would be odd

  i blur visions of rhyme with latent reason ~ exactly like a god 

  so many times I’ve felt abandoned ~ desperate for a tiny nod 

  to see it in my rearview mirror ~ mr bobble head is overawed 

                                     #footnote#

  i’ve had unexplained interventions in this life ~ agnostic i trod

By
David Kavanagh

An Abecedarian

Audience is abuzz.
Boldly,
Conductor emerges – black tux.
Draw
Ethereal patterns with baton– marv.
Flutes, trumpets, cellos, drums dance for me, for you.
Gentle, light…
Heavy and dark…the music evolves
Into something more meaningful, deeper.
Joyous – a tranq
Killing, temporarily, stresses – they stop,
Lost to the rhythms and harmonies.  And so
Melodies salve our inner woes – a balm, a boon.
Notes are born, they mix, they fade.  And I’m
Overawed by power wielded.  I am making a musical 
Peregrination.  My task –
Quixotic hajj –
Round go I,
Seeking solace in this temple of sound (sigh).
Tonic for soul grieving,
Unable from pain to calm itself –
Veritably impossible –
Without help from song and chord.
Xing over…with music,
Yes, I climb…
Zenith bound, toward nirvana.

The New Time

A New Day

I have seen flies shake their wings on top of a cistern’s lid
I have broken gossamer looking like angelic mist
and millions of costly pearls glittering in the field
I have seen delicate green bushes spun by clouds
greeting the dawn, when my dog overawed by this
beauty was silent.

Life has many changes and surprises I look out of
the window in a high-rise flat, I see early morning
cars float on diesel-shining asphalt, killing rainbows
The sun, still beyond the horizon, but lit up the sky
where clouds open up like theatrical curtains, shows
 me, the blue heaven as a new day begins.

A New Day

A New Day

I have seen flies shake wings on top of a cistern’s lid
I have broken gossamer looking like angelic mist
and millions of costly pearls glittering in the field
I have seen delicate green bushes spun by clouds
greeting the dawn, when my dog overawed by this
beauty was silent.
Life has many changes and surprises I look out of
the window in a high-rise flat, I see early morning
cars float on diesel-shining asphalt, killing rainbows
The sun, still beyond the horizon, but lit up the sky
where clouds open up like theatrical curtains, shows
 me, blue heaven as a new day begins.

The Host of Heaven

The wind whipped through the vale that winter night;
he hunkered down, his watch to keep.
A solitary star gave off its light;
oblivious, the sheep
lulled by their shepherd's song, lay slumbering in sleep.

They suddenly were no longer alone;
an angel of the Lord appeared 
and all about, His wondrous glory shone.
The shepherd, much afeared,
shook, naked and exposed; the sight, his senses sheared.

But grace on grace, the angel said, "Behold,
I bring you tidings of great joy!"
And thus, just as the scriptures had foretold,
Immanuel, a boy,
announced, not to the rich, but to the hoi polloi.

And as he spoke, 'twas like a switch was thrown,
the veil drawn back, a mere facade;
surrounding him, a multitude had grown.
A sight that overawed:
the host of heaven singing, glorifying God.

—————

for the A Christmas Special Poetry Contest
sponsored by Emile Pinet
written on 12/3/22


From the second chapter of Luke, in the a:b:a:b:b rhyme of an English Quintain with 10:8:10:6:12 syllable counts...

The Bible

The Bible is the Word of God
So don't you find it somewhat odd
Like Ogden Nash
God needs your cash
Before you can be overawed?

As We Be Breathed

One night from deep sleep I awoke,
stirred by a light that gently spoke,
oozing love, seeking my consent,
for my soul’s heavenward ascent.

No sooner I nodded my head,
into the vast void, I was led
sans form, for I had vaporised,
truth of oneness clearly apprised,
feeling God’s breath in-dwell each form,
felt within as magnetism warm.

My formless presence, one with God,
gripped by bliss mists stood overawed
in this knowing transcending mind,
free at last from fetters that bind.

This is the wisdom I can share,
with pure hearts who so choose to pair.

12-August-2022

The Epiphany That Changed Your Life Forever Poetry Contest 
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke

Near Death Experience

Moment of death, life force sucked out,
that it’s the end, we have no doubt,
being offered no time to think,
for it’s over, in but a blink.

Having survived this happenchance,
what’s the way we now choose to dance?
Are we as yet not overawed,
that each life breath’s a gift of God?

11-June-2022

Ashtavakra Gita Verse 19:5

19.5
“Where is sleeping, dreaming, waking, 
or even the fourth state?
Where is fear?
I abide in the glory of Self”

Verse revisited on 09-June-2022

Timeless continuum of here, now, this
Peace rippleless, humming with bliss
Holds steady internalised attention
As ever present divine orientation 
Wherein heart thus, void-centric
Radiates loving intent concentric
Be it in waking or dreaming state
Magnetic bliss throbs within gyrate
Each life pulse embrace and release 
Flowing gently, like the morning breeze
Dreams within dreams do thus renew
Witnessing linear time flow continue
Aware that we’re breathed by God
Of cause, not effect, overawed
Witnessed from fulcrum of stillness 
Be it day or night in vibrant blissfulness

Our Entreaty

Earnest is our deposition,
without any imposition.

Liken it to a shout in the vast void,
by vaporised self, who's ego's destroyed,
urging souls to shed their fear of freedom,
affirming within us, is God's kingdom.

Love never employs use of force;
each soul on earth, follows its course.

We cannot use mind, to go beyond mind,
thus best if we leave all knowing behind,
shifting baton of awareness to heart,
whence love entwined, bliss ignition does start.

God alone is, nothing else is,
manifest now, as a bliss fizz.

We're soul eternal, in-dwelling body.
We're light, not a this or that somebody.
Moment to moment, we are breathed by God.
Why then pilgrim, are we not overawed?

Earnest is our deposition,
without any imposition.

08-June-2022

Divine Mother

The Divine Mother moves,
as and how She chooses,
transmitting energy,
that nodes within align
with love in synergy.

The Divine Mother moves,
felt as surge magnetic,
from root to crown in spine,
descending back to heart,
where love for love does pine.

The Divine Mother moves,
raising our vibration,
transfixing us in bliss,
in heightened rapture of
a never ending kiss.

The Divine Mother moves,
filling dark voids within
with the nectar of God,
transmuting us as light,
as we watch overawed.

01-June-2022

What Fascinates Me

What fascinates me
is we fail to see
truth before our eyes
and bliss beats that rise.

Objects we behold,
around our mind rolled,
are present in space,
manifest by grace.

Before we exhale,
to again inhale,
there’s a pregnant pause,
of this dream world’s cause.

What fascinates me
is we fail to see
that we’re breathed by God,
yet not overawed.

Body is but dust,
from Mother Earth’s crust,
which we then ensoul,
to play our life role.

This world is but thought,
that heart’s desires brought.
If we be but still,
voids within will fill.

What fascinates me
is we fail to see
that we’re living light,
bubbling with delight.

24-May-2022

HMS, Rhymezone 

Fascination and Awe Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Jeff Kyser

Hush - Sleep Now

Hush - sleep now child, all will be well
You are soul eternal
God’s love is boundless, can’t you tell
You are His miracle 

As we be breathed by God
Is heart not overawed 
Let’s give now love our nod

Just allow
Hush - sleep now

19-April-2022
Quietus

Divine Mother

Divine Mother’s touch,
we yearn for so much;
gentle love caress,
bliss making ingress.

Bliss currents burrow,
beneath skin furrow,
enlivening form
with magnetism warm.

Soma nectar drips;
heart, with pleasure sips
elixir of God;
our soul, overawed.

16-April-2022

Fig Leaf

Flimsy fig leaf camouflage,
subterfuge reveals montage,
mind games at play everyday,
as conscience to rest we lay.

Enacting oneupmanship,
demons of mind we worship,
anchored in hypnotic trance,
enticed by dark desire’s dance.

Engaging in acts feral,
we find our soul’s in peril,
yet we wear the fig leaf mask,
making weary earth life task.

Naked one day before God,
our lower mind’s overawed,
for the web of deceit spun,
needs by us, to be undone.

By our hand, committed theft, 
we find ourselves love bereft,
thus reincarnate again,
to erase our soul’s dark stain.

Harking to the divine call, 
seeds of love sown, we stand tall,
same inside out, transparent,
vibrant in the bliss current.

28-March-2022

HMS

This or That, Vol 11 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh

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