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Poetry which debates religion, atheism and New Age spirituality
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darkcloud68
Poem Published
Today 8:44am
Today 8:44am
Silence
The silence speaks, I tell my thoughts to stay quiet. Because I love the way the silence sangs to me. It says a lot without saying anything,
It feels the room with its presence, yet it remains unseen. It neither comes nor does it ever goes. It never argues or cry, it never leaves my side. It is easily disturb by voices, and the coming and goings of mankind.
But it never complains, just sit and listen, to the stories of day. Day or night, darkness or light. The silence embraces them all. Just waiting for it chance to speak. It sits and waits to be heard, it could be...
It feels the room with its presence, yet it remains unseen. It neither comes nor does it ever goes. It never argues or cry, it never leaves my side. It is easily disturb by voices, and the coming and goings of mankind.
But it never complains, just sit and listen, to the stories of day. Day or night, darkness or light. The silence embraces them all. Just waiting for it chance to speak. It sits and waits to be heard, it could be...
#spiritual
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Tabitha_june
Poem Published
Today 4:53am
Today 4:53am
Happy Mabon :)
I give this quietly
With socked feet
And caved forward shoulders
Bent over a soot-stained fireplace
That bristles to life at my word
A basket of flowers that lived through hard storms
Rash-red leaves
Vodka for warmth
Please, body of mine
Allow what is good inside
Easily for longevity
See, my racing mind,
To it that I think
Thoughts deep on the rind
Of joy-saturated fruit
Liberated from insects
And slippery rich in fertile dew
That I may live the next year with as many hands as I desire to...
With socked feet
And caved forward shoulders
Bent over a soot-stained fireplace
That bristles to life at my word
A basket of flowers that lived through hard storms
Rash-red leaves
Vodka for warmth
Please, body of mine
Allow what is good inside
Easily for longevity
See, my racing mind,
To it that I think
Thoughts deep on the rind
Of joy-saturated fruit
Liberated from insects
And slippery rich in fertile dew
That I may live the next year with as many hands as I desire to...
#fall
#peace
#tradition
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robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:04am
Yesterday 00:04am
Difficult times
Difficult times
As God took a left turn
(Sinistra, sinister)
Crashed and
Bejeeeesus !
Was crucified
For landing on some
Weird (sacred?) zone.
Hard times
Hard rules.
As God took a left turn
(Sinistra, sinister)
Crashed and
Bejeeeesus !
Was crucified
For landing on some
Weird (sacred?) zone.
Hard times
Hard rules.
#apocalypse
12 reads
4 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
25th Apr 2020 2:13pm
25th Apr 2020 2:13pm
orison
(twenty-five of 30 - Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2020)
Imbue me gently
cleanse me
transmute the day
once over, all
negative energies
strengthening
my core
my anahata*
Bathe me in
aural light
scrub off the
barb barnacled
attachments of
the past 24 hrs
draw out any
toxins i may have
given safe harbor
to, temporarily
powder me with
stardust
& (ever)
remind me
in every moment
every decision
in all of the
stillness (of time
frozen)...
Imbue me gently
cleanse me
transmute the day
once over, all
negative energies
strengthening
my core
my anahata*
Bathe me in
aural light
scrub off the
barb barnacled
attachments of
the past 24 hrs
draw out any
toxins i may have
given safe harbor
to, temporarily
powder me with
stardust
& (ever)
remind me
in every moment
every decision
in all of the
stillness (of time
frozen)...
#spiritual
#pagan
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #NaPoWriMo2020
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #NaPoWriMo2020
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20 Comments
Seemtress
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:24am
Yesterday 6:24am
Fate
She looks beyond the pine tree's
She reaches with outstretched arms
She falls down hard upon her knee's
and awaits the perfect storm
She asks not for forgiveness
She does not pray for grace
She's prepared to weather the rain
to feel the cold upon her face
She believes not in any magic
She knows when her time is up
She won't be looking at paradise
there'll be no wings to lift her up
Instead she will accept her fate
whatever that may look like
for she is the judge, jury and executioner
the one true...
She reaches with outstretched arms
She falls down hard upon her knee's
and awaits the perfect storm
She asks not for forgiveness
She does not pray for grace
She's prepared to weather the rain
to feel the cold upon her face
She believes not in any magic
She knows when her time is up
She won't be looking at paradise
there'll be no wings to lift her up
Instead she will accept her fate
whatever that may look like
for she is the judge, jury and executioner
the one true...
#death
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife #LifeCycle
#TruthOfLife #LifeCycle
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robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:08am
Yesterday 6:08am
Oblivion
Death.
The final frontier.
The final wish
And destination.
Once around the globe
Will be enough.
No religious Fairy Tale
The fantasy is getting stale
So the desire is
In total oblivion
To sail.
The final frontier.
The final wish
And destination.
Once around the globe
Will be enough.
No religious Fairy Tale
The fantasy is getting stale
So the desire is
In total oblivion
To sail.
#atheism
#fate
#pagan
#philosophical
#morality
17 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
19th Sep 2020 12:09pm
19th Sep 2020 12:09pm
Wherefore
Wherefore
There are a question philosophers and goat herders
has in common with the rest of us the modest multitude
the query is, what is the purpose of our life
from a single sperm cell to fighting it way survival and life
and we ask for what purpose?
We know the outer shell of what we are is based on the environment we live in,
uch as education. friends
we meet and dreams.
But the question remains, why are we survivors and what
is the purpose of life that often changes unplanned by us.
The cynical among us have an easy answer, ...
There are a question philosophers and goat herders
has in common with the rest of us the modest multitude
the query is, what is the purpose of our life
from a single sperm cell to fighting it way survival and life
and we ask for what purpose?
We know the outer shell of what we are is based on the environment we live in,
uch as education. friends
we meet and dreams.
But the question remains, why are we survivors and what
is the purpose of life that often changes unplanned by us.
The cynical among us have an easy answer, ...
#birth
#birthday
#holiday
#aging
#fatherhood
19 reads
2 Comments
mommabutterfly111_
Poem Published
18th Sep 2020 9:54pm
18th Sep 2020 9:54pm
Winter Morning
I felt a presence
among the trees -
a cold grey dawn
and soothing breeze.
Through the dampened grass, I ran along
until my heels were sore
yet ever so strong.
The crisp scent of pine was delightful to my
nose.
The slow swaying of Lillies had tickled my toes.
This love was more
than any bestowed fling.
The sounds of the earth felt compelled to sing.
This love of mine,
unto...
among the trees -
a cold grey dawn
and soothing breeze.
Through the dampened grass, I ran along
until my heels were sore
yet ever so strong.
The crisp scent of pine was delightful to my
nose.
The slow swaying of Lillies had tickled my toes.
This love was more
than any bestowed fling.
The sounds of the earth felt compelled to sing.
This love of mine,
unto...
#nature
43 reads
11 Comments
Cloven_Zonkle
Poem Published
17th Sep 2020 4:27am
17th Sep 2020 4:27am
On The Nature Of The Currency Of Future Events
Though I want to have a short thought break to calm your mind about the non financial situation of the event and to give you some peace about the future, I am not sure of the best way to do it. I place a trellis of thought and wisdom around the garden of what I try to relate to (Everything), and I try to do my best. I often feel like my ego is the part which is most unable.
The United States has spent its entire existence as a cultural symbol. Stones of value and rotation.
American politics are a signal. But they are complicated. During the post-war period...
The United States has spent its entire existence as a cultural symbol. Stones of value and rotation.
American politics are a signal. But they are complicated. During the post-war period...
#love
20 reads
2 Comments
robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
16th Sep 2020 5:45am
16th Sep 2020 5:45am
High ride
Lucy Fur saw God
On His steed from hundreds of miles away,
On His way to another settlement
Of Heaven's Pearly Gates.
Boring Business Booming.
Lofty souls doing nothing all day
Except singing praises to their Lord.
Boring to tears
She offered a much better deal.
Brothels, casinos, gluttony galore
And those were the entrées...
But sadly, unlike God's domains
Here was found no exit,
only sadness, and eternal pain.
On His steed from hundreds of miles away,
On His way to another settlement
Of Heaven's Pearly Gates.
Boring Business Booming.
Lofty souls doing nothing all day
Except singing praises to their Lord.
Boring to tears
She offered a much better deal.
Brothels, casinos, gluttony galore
And those were the entrées...
But sadly, unlike God's domains
Here was found no exit,
only sadness, and eternal pain.
#fate
#mythology
#pagan
#luck
#morality
24 reads
3 Comments
robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
16th Sep 2020 4:29am
16th Sep 2020 4:29am
Goal
God used warp speed
To get over to the next galaxy.
Not an easy manoeuvre
As He had to contour Lucy Fur's
Fiery domains.
On course He remained
On His way to Heaven's Doors,
The newest Heaven
Under construction
For the glory of the latest souls.
To get over to the next galaxy.
Not an easy manoeuvre
As He had to contour Lucy Fur's
Fiery domains.
On course He remained
On His way to Heaven's Doors,
The newest Heaven
Under construction
For the glory of the latest souls.
#happiness
#love
#kindness
#inspirational
#emotions
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robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
15th Sep 2020 9:37pm
15th Sep 2020 9:37pm
Brat
God was at a loss
He looked all around
But his algorithm
Log book was not to be found.
Maybe it was little Jesus
That amazing kid genius
Genius, yes, but a brat,
A brat with a good heart
(The Old Man knew that)
Who'd taken it.
He looked all around
But his algorithm
Log book was not to be found.
Maybe it was little Jesus
That amazing kid genius
Genius, yes, but a brat,
A brat with a good heart
(The Old Man knew that)
Who'd taken it.
#atheism
#religion
#faith
#mythology
#philosophical
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