Biography of JOE POEWHIT
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 ], TRAFFORD.COM/07-1363 & THE BEGGAR plus SELECT POETRY, TRAFFORD.COM/08-0358 or[ search: POEWHIT ]or my web site, www.josephbejcekpoewhit.com PEACE
More poems on booksie.com & 8hop.com - search: POEWHIT
JOE POEWHIT's Works:
DREAMS 2005 Vantage press New York City
DREAMS 2 2006
DREAMS 3 2008
THE SLAVE [voyages]
www.trafford.com/07-1363 - for info about book
THE BEGGAR plus SELECT POETRY
www.trafford.com/08-0358 - for info. about book
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.
# God Is All
Maker of everything. Bringer to life. Perfection of harmony. Creator majestic beautiful.
First Poem Hunter Poem
Small is this poem.
Trying to find a home.
Cast upon this page.
I feel of age.
Just read me.
Dont spindle with key.
Just let it be.
From the guy across the sea.