"astonishes" poems
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The Dandelion’s pallid tube
Astonishes the Grass,
And Winter instantly becomes
An infinite Alas—
The tube uplifts a signal Bud
And then a shouting Flower,—
The Proclamation of the Suns
That sepulture is o’er.
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It is
And it's changing
The wind into summer shower
Into mushrooms and birds mouth
From river to the sewer
It is and it's changing
From dark to light to dim with
Speckles of sun born by the
Mirror in you childlike hand
You are catching dust bunnies
Sneezing and laughing
And the dirt could be followed by magic
And the kiss isn't greased by the notion
Of sin and the sin is only a word from the book
Death and insanity
Are frightening and profound
Your world is built from
No buts but ands
And they flow into peace
Just as well as the film of oil
On the ***** puddle
Astonishes you with
An iridescent rainbow
Duality is born by fear
You split and separate so
Caught up in the survival game
To keep that face and partake
Of wealth and fame
Empty is locked in the dungeon
And the words interlock
In plain patterns
Yet alive as they produce sounds
And the smell of tangerines
On a tree by the coast of Sicily
Reminds you of the day
When you could still enjoy
The warmth of sun
It absorbed into its juicy flesh
And there's no need to run
No need to stay
No need to cut off the ties
When life offers you more
And the heat and cold are feelings
That gets names as they replace each other
As they flow unstoppable
Dripping reactions
Burning like acid and smooth like milk
All in one glass
And when you have no thoughts
Ask questions
And when you feel the pain
Stay present and consider humanity
May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 9:43 AM UTC
There comes a point in your life when you dont understand what will happen the very next moment. When every single second astonishes you, when every other happening around you makes you question everything that you have ever done, every decision that you ever took, every path you ever choose, each word that you ever uttered. When there is darkness all around you and no hope of light. When all the motivational quotes of "finding a ray of light; hope, at the end of the tunnel", becomes as fictional as the world of potter.
But we still wait, yet we search for that fictitious light everytime, every second, every moment. Do you know why?
Because nothing in this world is stronger than your wishes, your passion, and your desire to get something that you want.
Believe in yourself and you will find your hogwarts one day.
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 2:09 PM UTC
I have yet to see the full wonder of God.
Like a big, colourful butterfly... with each flap of its wings a new colour is revealed.
I'm amazed and in awe. Words fail to capture what rests in my heart.
With every thought, my heart smiles and swells with excitement.
To know that this God I hear about... knows me loves me and created me.
Me. Thandi. Weird and awkward... He still sees me and calls for me. Pursues me and astonishes me with His mystery.
I'm amazed that I am His child and that He actually wants the best for me.
Where have I been this entire time... away from this truth?
Where have I been looking, what have I been searching for because I'm overwhelmed by this truth.
It has grabbed my heart and captured my spirit... to remember exactly who Jesus is and what He did for me.
What the scriptures say resound the heart of Jesus and I'm so excited to know Him.
I am too happy to know Jesus.
I can't believe I could've missed this unspeakable joy. This freedom, this victory.
What have I been looking for? A genie in a box, a saviour chilling at a street corner, a make-believe god who is powerless?
What have been waiting for, hoping in, praying for?
Now I see, now I know... there is no other place my soul would rather be.
Nothing the world gives compares to this.
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 4:59 AM UTC
He doesn't see past the horizon of his life
He doesn't indulge in the myth of the hereafter
He doesn't believe he is worthy of such a notion
He doesn't make it a habit to put pen to paper
But with her...
He envisions the future like he's lived it before
He sings of his plans that span several lifetimes
He romanticises his thoughts as soon as they're conceived
He converses in paintings and writes only in rhymes
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 11:48 AM UTC
I walk to my work, says Senlin, along a street
Superbly hung in space.
I lift these mortal stones, and with my trowel
I tap them into place.
But is god, perhaps, a giant who ties his tie
Grimacing before a colossal glass of sky?
These stones are heavy, these stones decay,
These stones are wet with rain,
I build them into a wall today,
Tomorrow they fall again.
Does god arise from a chaos of starless sleep,
Rise from the dark and stretch his arms and yawn;
And drowsily look from the window at his garden;
And rejoice at the dewdrop sparkeling on his lawn?
Does he remember, suddenly, with amazement,
The yesterday he left in sleep,--his name,--
Or the glittering street superbly hung in wind
Along which, in the dusk, he slowly came?
I devise new patterns for laying stones
And build a stronger wall.
One drop of rain astonishes me
And I let my trowel fall.
The flashing of leaves delights my eyes,
Blue air delights my face;
I will dedicate this stone to god
And tap it into its place.
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She wonders who she really is.
To her parents, she is the "reliable child",
while her brother was off doing bath salts and fighting the "greater enemy",
she was at home reading books and tending to their every beckoning need,
with a smile plastered to her nimble face,
causing her features to slowly turn into a mask of perfection,
only to hide her yearning to escape,
and to taste the alcohol under the kitchen counter.
To her husband, she is the woman of his dreams,
with a graceful charm and a impeccable body,
she is the angle that awoke him from his long eternal slumber of loneliness,
and the one that is the biggest supporter of his dreams.
He never wonders if she does not love him as much as her loves her,
but the scrabble of her footsteps leaving the bedroom every-night,
are starting to weigh on his thought process.
To her work, she is the most valuable member of the team,
the one who always has the files organized by client last name in alphabetical order,
who can rattle off statistics and coffee orders as if they were the facts she learned in grade school,
and who always gives the best toasts at the yearly Christmas office party,
dressed perfectly with the smile frozen onto her face.
Little do they know, she has panic attacks in the bathroom between conference calls.
What astonishes me the most is when she needs a person to help her,
how all the people in her vicinity abruptly vanish,
and how she is able to blend in with the dark walls and floors,
and be completely out of sight.
She is the chameleon.
Aug 17, 2013
Aug 17, 2013 at 12:00 AM UTC
Test my patience for I am invincible.
Stand over me like a dark hollow tree.
My independence astonishes your judgement,
yet your heart grows weary.
Don't push too hard or the ground may crumble beneath your feet.
Your influence was a guiding wind in my life,
but now I'm everlasting.
So don't forget I can climb mountains and swim the oceans,
you have no control.
For I am my own keeper and you..
Eternally forgotten.
Dec 26, 2011
Dec 26, 2011 at 11:53 PM UTC
Get to know me.
It’s my most illustrious goal. Feel me, be me. I am you. I have felt and continue to inspire. I am the flicker of flames, torching the atmosphere. Raw. Consuming. Effervescent. Touch me. Be warmed. Be amazed. Be in awe.
My soul cries for understanding. Give me the rhythms of Glass, the complicated interflow of melodies, harmonies that make me sick, that give me wings. I stretch my hands, close my eyes and Listen. Don’t miss this.
Ears. Deaf ears. Be quiet for once. Hear. Hear. Be still and Hear. Nothing you will ever amount to could last as long as this legacy. It communicates without stroke, it astonishes without brush, it intrigues without etch, commanding what the eyes cannot see, what the nose cannot smell, what the hand cannot feel. Thus is the glory of song.
Open your ears, study! Lords are speaking to you. We are their medium of communication.
I sit quietly, enveloped in sound, and as my heart stirs, I’m filled with reflective urgency. As if I must abandon everything and go somewhere, but where? NOW! And yet, I’m immobilized by its warmth… yearning for release.
I’m reminded of the happiest times I’ve shared in my life, and for this reason I listen with respectful awareness of its toxicity. It is both addictive and hateful. Never failing to transport my very being to memories of love, comfort and peace.
And yet… it’s bitter. These are the memories of experiences I thought I once mastered. And as I listen to its echoes I am burdened to re-live the loss, the awakening once again, forever.
I awake to see that all is not what it seemed to be. My world is harsh, rash, skeptical: but absolutely never all the way real.
Hm, a dream. And always knew it. Deep down I knew and still I stifle instinct, ******* experience, and choke doubt. It is mine and I use it to fulfill me.
This song is short, but it commands deep within me feelings of such a range of love and devotion that I’m left frightened, exhausted, void. Could I have had that much to give? Yes.
Let the sounds live through you, and as your heart stirs, know that you are human.
Begin to listen, begin to hear. This lamentation begs for empathy, so rejoice! You are not alone. You are quite human, perfect: alive.
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Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 9:11 PM UTC
Looking down at the ground, the scenery is so serene
Can you believe that were so far up, feels like I can touch the clouds
In the sky, why is it that life couldn’t be like this
A ride in the sky, this day that I’ll will miss.
Reminisce on all the good things in the past
Moments that you’ll never forget
Your first bike ride, your first date, and even your first kiss
Growing up I never knew that you’ll turn out to be like this
So graceful, your intellect astonishes any man with just
The simple peck of your lips, the fluency in your speech
Is so sweet, wedding bells started to ring.
Now as we sit down and ponder, and wonder on how we feel.
I ask you this simple question,
Will you take this ride with me?
Feb 6, 2013
Feb 6, 2013 at 12:02 AM UTC
She comes to me, my Guardian Angel
And I apprehend with my little heart shaped
tool of ken, the luminosity of the Source
Crashes through the aurora into the
Stratosphere and she is near here supposing
the infinite beginning
All over again
an integrity, bright white light
Without temperature, she says, “Yes,
You are a mortal immortal…”
she demonstrates her
torrid honor, dignity and warm
Fervor always available in her cosmic &
Iridescent timetable, her dispatch of
Provisions astonishes my worry,
I call her Miss
Instance immemorial,
She warns of the fans of death and the boon
cosmos encompassing the faithful
The synchronicities she broke apart
And mended, to inseminate the nick of
Time with God-seeds sown into my heart-
she gave me love engulfing time…
Jul 2, 2012
Jul 2, 2012 at 3:10 AM UTC
It astonishes me to consider
The thousand thousand trials and triumphs
that had to be part of our paths
To ensure we'd walk together
but the consideration is fleeting
As nothing in the past carries much relevance now
Scars have healed or been forgotten
Remembered slights and grudges have been summarily dismissed
Even the glow of nostalgia has been cooled to embers
All has been relinquished to the before times
Warranting only an occasional quick perusal
A momentary revisitation of prior life
Soon to be left in the past
Excepting the recognition that everything aligned
To lead my present tense to you
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 2:55 AM UTC
#5: warm welcome, a kind beginning begun
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it is a bit of a shock, the world of words
more often swallows & surrounds you up between walls of impenetrable silence
you actually read me, heard me, even
fed me! they taught me/us to diagram
our sentences into its component parts,
like a car going to an auto body shop,
*** my car needed a muffler but instead
I was given a new horn, and I’m in an empty
Walmart parking lot, unsurrounded,
and leaning on the horn, making
a fireworks celebration of one sound,
and your
warm welcome, kind welcome,
to a visitor to this new planet,
astonishes & astounds, for it
seems we speak the sane/same
language, how can this be???
Is smiling a word on this planet?
Feb 2, 2025
Feb 2, 2025 at 4:02 AM UTC
Her elegant gaze
astonishes
the wicked souls
of desire.
Her simplicity
transcends
the beauty
of a goddess.
And yet
she offers
her nakedness.
Not her body
but her
authentic soul
for me to write on.
Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 3:34 AM UTC
I never associate the plane with a hammock
The interest of my belly wins over any such
Discussion which might inevitably turn into sorrow
But, and I speak only for the asphalt, will
Innegably show disrespect to the other functions of the brain
Which astonishes me when it wants to sleep or take an independent
Walk
through the staircase of your lap
But if your lap denies the welcoming blood
Think of the shadow preserving human thought
And immediately
Imprudently all cities might fall inspite of all false pretexts
your leg is the salvation of man and his cubic head
You are me in the belief of nothing but pleasure
Of the heart and eyes, of the polished sword
Of the mighty octopus clinging to your mare
Of a highly anticipated degree of fresh air
Liberty draws attempts to carry all carcasses
Like a candle
Or a pill to sleep.
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 4:22 AM UTC
Your beauty astonishes me.
You're the sweetest and prettiest thing I've ever seen.
Astonished at your love and affection,
I call you the personification of perfection.
A being of dreams,
Woven by them, but invisible are your seams.
Because you're title of perfection.
I can't sleep because of the beauty you show.
That smile you flaunt and taunt,
Haunts me when I can dream.
Set my soul free, my fair queen.
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 10:41 PM UTC
When I'm listening to music
Sometimes I think of the artist
Sometimes I forget they are real
That they exist as part of the same world I do
But I soon snap out of that trance
It astonishes me that they are real
It astonishes me that I'm even surprised by this fact
Sometimes common sense
And common knowledge
Is fleeting to me
But only during rare moments
Only when I'm caught up in my own life
Or the life of a fictional character
Living in a fictional world
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 12:36 AM UTC
my mom calls me fat
she has been for a long time
but what astonishes me
is that she has the courage
to tell me
that her father called her fat
too
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 9:00 AM UTC
Is reality a myth?
Or a sorcery unleashed?
Is it a mirage waiting to be divulged?
Or simply a muse?
Is it a hallucination?
Or a mystery unsolved?
Is it a miracle which astonishes us?
Or a semblance?
Is it a fiction?
Or a trick to deviate us?
Apr 30, 2021
Apr 30, 2021 at 4:29 PM UTC
Love is my religion
Its what I do best
Its the hunger that invades me
Its what knows me best
Grabs me by my inner soul
Holds me tight wont let me go
The strength is has astonishes me so
You cant hold it inside your hands
Or put it on a shelf to admire
Its subtle yet strong
Sometimes may be wrong
But its what I do and where I belong
Mar 24, 2012
Mar 24, 2012 at 11:51 PM UTC
A mind in conflict
with his spirit
will find judgement,
permanence,
possession,
unreality.
The human spirit
exudes the ultimate power
in the stillness of thought.
A spirit
that cannot discern
between a man from a woman;
a white from a black;
a christian from a jew;
a child from an adult.
The spirit of mankind
is the same breath
within us all.
Intensity of being the spirit
is the only difference.
A spirit
that contains strength,
serenity,
and deftness.
An essence
that can beam through
the windows of our soul
and inspire
with even the faintest glow.
A spirit
that is fully experienced
as a youth;
boundless and ecstatic,
allowing the world
to be the teacher.
Even as a dark cloud
of misery and torment
invade upon the child,
shall the tender age
be optimistic:
living out the human essence.
Only until
confusion and pain
catch up to the learned action
of mind chatter,
will the growing heart
turn cold.
Yet,
this spirit
still dwells within.
Even as rage and hatred
poison the body
and earth,
the human spirit
still lingers underneath
the layers of unconsciousness.
With the magnitude
of the spirit's power
still intact,
this entity
will sometimes break
through the mind
and into the heart.
A sense of immediate presence
that astonishes the being,
if only to entrance
for but a moment.
In those moments
of acute stillness,
a perverted human
finds peace.
A bliss so deep,
and so vast,
this state of being
surpasses any written language;
a happiness
that surpasses
any emotion
that could be felt
in the pleasures
of society.
To sense your essence
is one aspect,
but to sense the essence
of others
and the universe
is a completely different state.
A state that bounds you
to the impermanence of life.
A wholeness
that is realized;
an interrelated connection
between the influence
of your own action
and the entire universe.
And this essence
is within us all!
We can choose
to live the essence,
or to impugn it's presence.
And many have denied,
not because they disbelieve,
but because they fear
the power they could posses,
the power of the human spirit.
Many tremble
at the thought of responsibility;
at the thought of control
over their own life.
Yet,
those who think
about the power
of the human essence,
is missing the reality
of what is.
They are missing
the presence
of that power,
that arises
when thought is still.
The human spirit
cannot be grasped
by the intellectual mind,
but only felt.
And in those who feel
their underlying spirit
is a joyfulness
that rivals
with the jubilance of a child.
And those people
are the envy
of the ones who suppress
their inner essence.
But,
what they have yet to realize,
is that they posses
such a solace already.
They merely need to embrace
their human spirit.
For this spirit
is the state of being;
a spirit
that knows no boundaries,
who knows
of no right or wrong.
A spirit
that cannot,
and does not discriminate
a man from a woman;
a white from a black;
a christian from a jew;
a child from an adult;
one life from another,
for all lives are precious.
A spirit that can cease
the inner wars,
and bring about
an eternal peace.
If the inner wars
still wage,
the outer wars
will too.
Bringing harmony
to the strife
of unconsciousness within,
will bring harmony
to the unconsciousness without.
Realize
and live
your human spirit,
for the peace
that is your essence,
will bring amity
and union
to ourselves
and to the world.
The spirit of mankind
is the same breath
within us all.
Don't fear your power,
embrace it.
Dec 13, 2010
Dec 13, 2010 at 5:22 PM UTC
free as a bird with such a clarity
followed by darkness, is this insanity?
not feeling loved, not feeling wanted
by thoughtconstructions and selfpitty you feel haunted
feeling like paying a visit back to the old days
should one put the middlefinger back up, wait even better, light a couple of jays?
thats what the mind is figuring. just destruction and pain
it feels so crazy one could follow that voice its so insane
yet human conciousness has been identifying with that voice for so long
the human bond to it feels so strong
i follow all this yet i feel too tired to let go
haha silly me, silly mind
letting go is hard i find
but then the next moment everything just.... just vanishes
you feel perplex, what happened? it astonishes
its quite simple, its the mind that wants to make it complicated
light fills your body again, no more feelings of sufficating
just light, bliss, happiness a kiss from above
well just love..
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 10:06 AM UTC