"overawed" poems
The weathermen were not prepared,
the storm turned West towards the shore
For eighteen hours it came down
in blinding sheets three feet and more.
It buried cars, it covered streets
It weighted down branches
on the trees, it dusted roofs
It snarled the roads, The winter
storm did as it pleased
When it was done, the air was calm
a cold serene and peaceful scene.
The snow in drifts lay on the ground
as I looked upon what once was green.
Then, as whiteness overawed the earth
A single red snowdrop appeared.
It briefly touched the snow draped earth
then rose again towards heaven's sphere
then one by one, here and there
flakes disengaged and rose on high
until all the snow that was earthbound
in blinding flight had disappeared.
In a flash, the snow was gone
The fields of earth once more were green
No traces of the storm remained
like a half remembered dream.
Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 10:58 PM UTC
She smiles
Like the sun kissed flowers
Staring up at the sky
On a field of never-ending blossoms in the summer’s light
But don’t be fooled
There’s a tempest brewing
The cumulonimbus clouds murk over her inner world
So deep into her immaculate soul it’s pursuing
She loves
Like the moon’s devotion
To the vault of heaven
On a glorious gloom
But don’t be fooled
Her darkness is the asphalt
On the terra firma
When the vale is most coruscating
She exposes
Her finest face
Like an overawed beau on the first night
Of **********
But don’t be fooled
Her behemoth lies slightly waken
In the depths of her muddled consciousness
Like a war solider awaiting command
She is two sides
Of the same coin
Tossing for heads or tails
Don’t be fooled
sa
13.09.18
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 10:14 AM UTC
When I did sail across the boundless sea
Through waves and wondrous shores, and wayward winds,
I traveled into earth's philosophy,
And saw the ocean’s daunting thrills,
Its majesty become a living thought—
At nature’s host I did but hardly glimpse.
I only wish to see what beauty wrought,
From shoreless seas to forests, meadows, leas,
And many sights that held me overawed.
That endless dream I now no longer see,
For I’m in glory’s blindness now confined,
And now I pray to once again be free.
When I do close my eyes one final time,
I only wish to dwell in nature’s shrine.
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 10:34 PM UTC
A heart is a war, a heart is a shutter
One stream of light is allowed to escape
Far into your chambers a ceiling is painted
Mosaic by name, but truer to form:
An electrical storm we ourselves engineered to
Perpetuate evils eluded before
In the grimness of what lies behind the mind's door
When we met as two fangs in the jaw of a serpent
And you were the flares arcing up towards the sky
And I was the lens overawed by your light
Yes, I was what bent you with colors diffracted
Now I am that glass which your mildew begrimes
Color me flyblown, or color me blind
Marred are the edges around this old glass
The ink inundates and the horn is all hollow
Latched is our gate when the causeways collapse
Besieged now in my ocean of ink
Scanning the night sky for sign of a flare
No whisper, no shutter, no lingering there
Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 8:06 PM UTC
When Pastors meet and Pastors pray... God leans down from His Throne,
To listen to the words they say... and any wisdom shown...
He harkens to their fervent needs... desires, hopes and dreams,
For without Him, not one succeeds... regardless of extremes...
Not one can boast, save in the Lord, because of all He's done,
That's why the best are overawed... that God spared not His Son...
To think, Christ died for Pastors, too... yet now their flocks direct,
Perhaps they even pray for you... as one of God's elect...
What insights will such Pastors gain? What blessings will God send?
What projects started yet remain... on which God's saints depend?
I only know that God approves of Pastors young and old
And that through such as these God moves... when they're as good as gold!
Denis Martindale April 2018.
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 8:40 AM UTC
America is so big, large to the point of immense
my small island perimeter mind cant take in that much
I would be lost out there, way out west
overawed, eyes spinning in their sockets, a kid in a candy store, given too many choices.
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 2:04 PM UTC
You are scared by my shadow
But overawed by my silhouette!!!
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 1:02 PM UTC
The lovely love of Jesus grows! It's building day by day!
And that's the truth each Christian knows... if faithful still to pray!
It's through such love this world was made! It's how forgiveness came!
The love of Jesus cannot fade! That's why we praise His Name!
The lovely love of Jesus lives... because it cannot die!
Just think of everything it gives! More joys! Less times to cry...
And while there's life, there's hope, of course... with resurrection peace...
A peace surpassing all Man's wars... a peace that cannot cease...
The lovely love of Jesus, friends! That's what God wants for you!
A perfect love that never ends... a love steadfast and true...
Look on His hands, look on His feet... look on His heart as well...
Because I did, my life's complete... God's Son saved me from Hell...
The lovely love of Jesus brings a heart of flesh and more...
The strength with which each angel sings... and they can sing, for sure...
They praise the Lord, they serve the Lord... They harken to our prayers...
That's why they're always overawed... at just how much Christ cares...
Denis Martindale March 2018.
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 10:42 AM UTC
Lifeless slivers of souls I use to know
Beggin to meet their saviors
Chanting empty prayers
Only to be rejected at the hand of God
Futures set in stone
The creature inside begins to eat them alive
Frantically swallowing poison to **** it alone
Without realizing the cure and monster are allies
The people's overawed moans dissipate into the dark
Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 2:07 AM UTC