New York, Long Island, [ scratches on the page, making noise ]. Like reading the BIBLE, church, friends. All those who like the written word and the interchange of vibrations in the universe. May we all traverse life and find our place with GOD in all eternity. You can search on the INTERNET to find me & related links, also my poetry books DREAMS-2-3. PLUS my books THE SLAVE [voyages ], ... more »
Click here to add this poet to your My Favorite Poets.
JOE POEWHIT Poems
A Moth Wonder
I sit in a supreme bliss.The world spins around in it's full perfection. My mortal eyes fall upon a moth. There fluttering before the presence of my mortal eyes. Captured nd floating upon a fluttering air. It seems to have but little care.
Afternoon Rain Poem
So is that time of day. Some go for the hay. Others try and find a way. Yet, it is the end of day-almost.
The Lord made a seed within the universe. It was a place called the earth. A tiny seed of creation. To fill all with an eternal plan. We are all part of the workings. To make a space where we can rest. To have a home in eternal life.
* GOD OMNI
Beyond perspective. Beyond realms. Beyond presence. Beyond magnitude.
V. VAN GOGH
Vincent, I've seen you. Manaic raptured hue. Cosmic energy heart, with a love so true.
* GOD OMNI - 2
MATH: E=MC2 MATH: MC2=E GOD: Manipulates all. GOD: Gives - GOD: Takes.
ALIEN SPACEMAN GOD
I look into heaven. Stoned out after seven. On my back alone. All the stars shone.
Under a mighty tree. My lady beside me. What did I notice true. With old cloak, shrouded blue.
A WILD EXOTIC
Where does my mind start? Where does my mind end? No expanse to the ultimate, the thoughts do not stop. Time does not stop. It is all in perpetual motion. All a vibration in the universe. Constant it is, alive in the conception. I am me,
* GOD OMNI - 6
After time, GOD will have sifted the tare's from the wheat. With the harvest of souls completed, GOD will open the freezer door and melt the domain
What's really going on. TV. for hours - THERE GONE! Homework maybe and radio on. Let me fill this pot bowl.
Eyes that look inside. Ears that speak out music. Feelings that never surface. Hair that grows inward.
Coldness came from the clear. Beyond the clouds sight of ear. Playing songs to fill my head. Raptured hearts full of dread.
DEALS, DEALS, DEALS. Small room, with twelve bathrooms. Envelopes fill the baskets. Mirrors with lipstick kisses.
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
A Moth Wonder
I sit in a supreme bliss.The world spins around in it's full
perfection. My mortal eyes fall upon a moth. There fluttering
before the presence of my mortal eyes. Captured nd
floating upon a fluttering air. It seems to have but little care.
Only to flutter upon the open air. What now, I see a tiny
look of beware.
Looking at me while it orbits my head. Maybe wondering if
I am really dead. A wave of the hand, to keep it still.. An
air-wave, seems to give it a thrill. Onward the moth flutters
away. Only to hide for another day. I'll sit and wonder why? ...