Spiritual Poems Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poetry which debates religion, atheism and New Age spirituality
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...some say
..some say hoarders collect dates
some say archives are one's epithet
speaking grammar into deaf ears
some say life is written in chapters
some say darkness steals the way
without faith, there is no way
and becomes a solo dance
but there is no light until it's seen
until death becomes your clover...
some say
some say archives are one's epithet
speaking grammar into deaf ears
some say life is written in chapters
some say darkness steals the way
without faith, there is no way
and becomes a solo dance
but there is no light until it's seen
until death becomes your clover...
some say
#spiritual
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A Love Letter On A Soft Breeze
Mmm.. take my kisses, such tender love notes
On the breeze of time, to you may they always softly float
On the breeze of time, to you may they always softly float
#war
#spiritual
#lover
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...once upon a given - with jmcchesnie
..a thousand murmurs whispering
once upon a given to seek a kiss
from the mannequin's shadow
dwarfing the twilight as I dream
listening to the shrinking heart
through the windows cellophane
in shades of stippling souvenirs
for this, I shall remain in depths
of light and dark twirling on the page
skipping through the shadows
peeking into the lover light
waiting for a kiss shrinking into night
once upon a given to seek a kiss
from the mannequin's shadow
dwarfing the twilight as I dream
listening to the shrinking heart
through the windows cellophane
in shades of stippling souvenirs
for this, I shall remain in depths
of light and dark twirling on the page
skipping through the shadows
peeking into the lover light
waiting for a kiss shrinking into night
#spiritual
#philosophical
#collaboration
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A winter's tale
In the stillness of the dawn,
A stark contrast to the snow-laden dawn.
A world transformed, so pristine and calm,
The snowflakes fell like feathers light,
A symphony of winter's delight,
As nature's canvas was painted in chime.
All cloaked in ethereal white,
The air was crisp, a breath of ice,
As winter's icy grip took its prize,
The morning after's gentle sight.
Cold winds blew, a chilling breath,
As trees stood stiff and quivered with death,
Their branches bare, a stark contrast,
In their branches, snowflakes danced and...
A stark contrast to the snow-laden dawn.
A world transformed, so pristine and calm,
The snowflakes fell like feathers light,
A symphony of winter's delight,
As nature's canvas was painted in chime.
All cloaked in ethereal white,
The air was crisp, a breath of ice,
As winter's icy grip took its prize,
The morning after's gentle sight.
Cold winds blew, a chilling breath,
As trees stood stiff and quivered with death,
Their branches bare, a stark contrast,
In their branches, snowflakes danced and...
#inspirational
#winter
#wind
#nature
#snow
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survivors
Survivors
It was a hot afternoon when a big bulk carrier left a harbor on the coast of Bengali bound for Sydney, Australia, with a cargo of scrap iron from ships that once had plowed the seas, an adventure for some, work for others.
Then the sea parted, and the ship fell into a timeless zone where life repeats itself
The cook is making soup and
the captain studies a map of ocean currents
150 years passed, and a convulsion through the zone
the ship was back on the sea surface.
The cook served his soup.
The captain called up the harbor...
It was a hot afternoon when a big bulk carrier left a harbor on the coast of Bengali bound for Sydney, Australia, with a cargo of scrap iron from ships that once had plowed the seas, an adventure for some, work for others.
Then the sea parted, and the ship fell into a timeless zone where life repeats itself
The cook is making soup and
the captain studies a map of ocean currents
150 years passed, and a convulsion through the zone
the ship was back on the sea surface.
The cook served his soup.
The captain called up the harbor...
#courage
#forgiveness
#gratitude
#admiration
#emotions
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Unheard Requiem
Unheard requiem on the silent streets
of shadows falling Autumn leaves
echoing Ave Maria
home from the maddening charade
and the buffoons in memories,
of how we danced
when we were but pages
in the High School Yearbook
of shadows falling Autumn leaves
of shadows falling Autumn leaves
echoing Ave Maria
home from the maddening charade
and the buffoons in memories,
of how we danced
when we were but pages
in the High School Yearbook
of shadows falling Autumn leaves
#spiritual
#philosophical
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6 Comments
The Race
I keep waking up to this cane
I sit on the edge of the bed and peel these scabs off these wounds
And I start to cry, cause I know age is pushing in fast and I'm becoming so slow
But I Pray
I pray before I leave because ppl will stare and I'm the only one out here.
The train is coming
I see them watching me
I'm vulnerable and there Goal is to take advantage of it.
The train is coming
I can't run
but in my head
I'm running and I start to laugh
Because I'm as fast as a horse
And those two men can't catch me, because I'm...
I sit on the edge of the bed and peel these scabs off these wounds
And I start to cry, cause I know age is pushing in fast and I'm becoming so slow
But I Pray
I pray before I leave because ppl will stare and I'm the only one out here.
The train is coming
I see them watching me
I'm vulnerable and there Goal is to take advantage of it.
The train is coming
I can't run
but in my head
I'm running and I start to laugh
Because I'm as fast as a horse
And those two men can't catch me, because I'm...
#Christian
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The Ordained Rite Of Passage (The Oungan)
May the soft winds of my culture speak the faith of my tongue
May my Hebrew ancestors uphold the credence of my intellect
May my footsteps propel me forward where my pilgrimage will not be in vain
This incantation is about the wickedness of the human heart and sometimes, yes God uses his most humbling servants to do battle to balance the scales of good and evil, therefore, sometimes you most utilize the tongue of evil and the sword to castrate the wicked tree to make room to sow the reaping of good harvest.
In a better sense of judgment,...
May my Hebrew ancestors uphold the credence of my intellect
May my footsteps propel me forward where my pilgrimage will not be in vain
This incantation is about the wickedness of the human heart and sometimes, yes God uses his most humbling servants to do battle to balance the scales of good and evil, therefore, sometimes you most utilize the tongue of evil and the sword to castrate the wicked tree to make room to sow the reaping of good harvest.
In a better sense of judgment,...
#war
#moon
#religion #culture
#religion #culture
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Unknown Transformation.
A sweet fantasy,to some.
Where escape,to some.Is necessary.
A portal,to the other side,
Tap several times,too discover a different reality.
Described as a goofy child.
Trapped in a sixty year old body.
Desperate to jump timelines.
Different dimensional memories.
A dream within a dream, within a dream.
So difficult to describe. When asked.
Re-set. Re-augmented.
Cycles of sweet linear nightmares,from higher advanced sentients,residing,most times.
In unknown dimensions.
Difficult to describe. ...
Where escape,to some.Is necessary.
A portal,to the other side,
Tap several times,too discover a different reality.
Described as a goofy child.
Trapped in a sixty year old body.
Desperate to jump timelines.
Different dimensional memories.
A dream within a dream, within a dream.
So difficult to describe. When asked.
Re-set. Re-augmented.
Cycles of sweet linear nightmares,from higher advanced sentients,residing,most times.
In unknown dimensions.
Difficult to describe. ...
#universe
#evolution
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The Magician (Divine Energy)
Secrets found within the galaxy’s alignment
The allurement of fate cast of no resentments to circumvent
Within the benediction of the Sun, the Stars, and the Moon, governed by the Ankh in the palm of my hand
My compass voyage upon it as I proudly stand
A beautiful song blanketed of its journey, as a muse’s lullaby to any mortal man
Echoed from the four corners of the vast great lands
As my ancestral jeweled crown graces proudly on top of my head
Words of passion, love, spoken desires, a silken odyssey to explore once in my bed ...
The allurement of fate cast of no resentments to circumvent
Within the benediction of the Sun, the Stars, and the Moon, governed by the Ankh in the palm of my hand
My compass voyage upon it as I proudly stand
A beautiful song blanketed of its journey, as a muse’s lullaby to any mortal man
Echoed from the four corners of the vast great lands
As my ancestral jeweled crown graces proudly on top of my head
Words of passion, love, spoken desires, a silken odyssey to explore once in my bed ...
#sun
#water
#spiritual #wisdom
#spiritual #wisdom
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14 Comments
Moon over Borneo
gather near o’ kinfolks mine
by the fire's glow let's hear the chant
sacred circle and holding hands
let spirit's call from ancient mind
guidance we seek from realms of yore
wise ancestors’ spirits of old
your wisdom we seek for knowledge be
may the veil of time gently shift
guide us enlighten us o' wise one
we summon powers of the divine
we chant our mantra from earth's deep
incantations to scour the heavens high
we call upon the spirits from high
visions be granted our wishes be
darkness banish our sights be...
by the fire's glow let's hear the chant
sacred circle and holding hands
let spirit's call from ancient mind
guidance we seek from realms of yore
wise ancestors’ spirits of old
your wisdom we seek for knowledge be
may the veil of time gently shift
guide us enlighten us o' wise one
we summon powers of the divine
we chant our mantra from earth's deep
incantations to scour the heavens high
we call upon the spirits from high
visions be granted our wishes be
darkness banish our sights be...
#historical
#sacrifice
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Wrong outweighs right
Living in a twilight world
All good and evil is
Shadowed to the discerning eye
Pinballing my way
Through everyday
Trying my best not to die
I break my own heart
When failure consumes me
But it's my only guide
Still, I tell myself I'm ok
But we all know
That's the biggest lie
And if it's death that I'm seeking
I know I can't lose
For everyday it draws nigh
The struggle to be good
Surrounded by evil is so real
A messed up life is all I can offer
And hope my wrongs ...
All good and evil is
Shadowed to the discerning eye
Pinballing my way
Through everyday
Trying my best not to die
I break my own heart
When failure consumes me
But it's my only guide
Still, I tell myself I'm ok
But we all know
That's the biggest lie
And if it's death that I'm seeking
I know I can't lose
For everyday it draws nigh
The struggle to be good
Surrounded by evil is so real
A messed up life is all I can offer
And hope my wrongs ...
#sadness
#shame
#frustration
#despair
#disappointment
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