Tag: spirituality
group name: poetsnook
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January 04, 2008 11:22 AM EST --
This life is not enough
to understand a woman.
What a thing she is!
No dictionary has enough words
to say about a woman
whatever she is.
Sometimes we think
the woman is just like the summer. . . . more
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April 27, 2007 03:52 PM EDT --
I will restore the years the locust and canker worm have eaten
The years you gave yourself to one who was cruel
When in body & spirit you were badly beaten...
The 'fall guy' for someone . . . more
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May 04, 2007 11:30 AM EDT --
Dancing waves of heat
Scorch the mirrors of my eyes
Curiosity
Wonderment of the next stop
I see palm trees and oceans.
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June 19, 2008 07:59 AM EDT --
Can you hear me?
I can hear the wolf calling, and it knows my name.
I can feel its heart beating and it hears mine.
I call out to my brothers and sisters of the Wolf and I hear them . . . more
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June 07, 2008 01:03 PM EDT --
Today I am long grass
wearing the wind.
Today I am river
flowing the golden sunpoints of time.
Today I am hunger
rising from the river to the sun
catching the wind in my heart
aspiring . . . more
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September 13, 2007 11:13 AM EDT --
every every
cell
and
notion
all
watery things
that
fill
the
ocean
birds fly
high
planets
ply
the
sky
letters
turn
a
verse
pennies
weigh
a
purse
in
our
vast universe
every . . . more
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April 02, 2008 07:48 AM EDT --
Sometimes....
Sometimes we search
For something Without
Wandering afar seeking
That which will complete
The yearning in our soul
Only to discover it was
Within . . . more
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April 17, 2007 10:51 AM EDT --
Grace for the Race
Running the Race, Fighting the Fight;
Seeking & Finding His Grace day & night.
Time, somehow shortened, quickens the pace;
I’d never keep up except for the Grace!
So big . . . more
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December 12, 2007 06:10 AM EST --
Through stately pine forests
no sounds are heard . . . more
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October 10, 2007 09:45 AM EDT --
Recently I was told about a contest in which the contestants were invited to improve their quality of life by making lifestyle changes that would encourage optimal . . . more
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May 21, 2007 07:37 PM EDT --
Timelessness
Today and yesterday
The ocean had a sense of timelessness
There was only morning and night
And in between
A foghorn sang
And driftwood people
Huddled together
On the graying sand
Now I . . . more
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September 08, 2007 05:44 PM EDT --
wandering
pondering
. . . more
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May 13, 2007 02:35 PM EDT --
Hot Fire, Breathes the Dragon of Light.
His head glows from fiery light and heat. Like a ball of fire, the sun sets behind the dragon and into the mountains below.
A realm of magick rests in a peaceful . . . more
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July 26, 2007 05:03 AM EDT --
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WHAT IS THIS PLACE?
What is this place, fermenting,
Where living creatures dwell?
Is it fashioned from a heaven,
Or forged in fires of hell?
Where e'er we trek with staff and rod,
In whim . . . more
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August 13, 2008 02:22 PM EDT --
When walls are closing in
and life is beating me down,
You carry me,
You carry me...
When tears fall down my face,
no solace to be found,
You carry me,
You carry me... . . . more
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August 02, 2007 02:13 AM EDT --
Death has no passion or compassion,
It takes the youngest to the eldest among us,
Having felt its icy grip more times than one,
Freezing the heart with it boney grip,
Look in it's eyes not I,
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August 01, 2007 12:56 AM EDT --
It is as if we take on a mask in our daily life
presenting a false singularity to the masses.
And those, who dare to show their colors,
instead of living in the insipid shades of grey,
are proclaimed iconoclasts. . . . more
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August 12, 2007 09:21 PM EDT --
Somewhere
there is a place
where I belong.
where I feel at peace.
Surrounded
by lost souls
seeking an answer
a place to heal.
Unsettled
by their pain
feeling every woe . . . more
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August 18, 2007 09:48 AM EDT --
Terra firma, Firm terra,
Dusty earth beneath our unsure feet.
Autumnal breeze,
Whisper of branches trembling free
On the edge of a sturdy oak.
Sun drenched desert hovers,
Casts shadows on steeple . . . more
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September 07, 2007 01:28 PM EDT --
What makes us who we are?
Just how did we come to be?
Did we start out as dust, from a distant star?
Or did we swim ashore, and crawl from the sea?
Did some great God get bored one day?
Lurking . . . more
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