Spiritual Poems
How Sweet
by Michelle MayorgaO how sweet is your sunlight in the morning; how sweet the feel of your awakening. How fragile you are. Your warmth compared to none; my everyday security. Your love I am able to bury myself in, my satisfaction. How gentle your touch, calmly carving your fingerprint into my soul. O how thirsty it is. O how sweet. Your eyes infinitely shinning like the stars you have created. The eternal universe is in you. Your every breath melts my inner me letting me know you are here. I can taste your mercy. I drink myself over and over again so I am reborn back into your memory; back into your spirit. O how sweet. Like honey is the taste of your glory. Like water, is your presence to my soul. O how sweet you indeed are
Continue readingAn angel in disguise
by Reem Khalaf
She took my hands I was 9
Giving me her other bud
And telling me just listen and enjoy the ride
Close your eyes and let me take you to the moon
She a woman of her words
Putting my feet above the clouds
And pushing me from the moon
Back to earth on my hands and knees
Waving and smiling from the moon back at me
looking up at her with my split temple
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Questions
by Ken Ripley
Questions
Is there heaven and is there really hell?
Does God exist? We want to know as well.
Death is a wall that hides the answer.
The dead find out, the living cannot tell.
Sages and mystics proclaim with firmest nod
That they are certain in their knowing God,
But all our religions run into that wall
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Identity Crisis
by Rumi Ullidov
Should I be called Mero, Hero, or Romero?
The creator of Rome, or a sublime tyrant-
meandering in a capitalist maze-
where cows their milk drink and throw it up.
What am I but a swift melody
in the Lost Forests of Latin America,
never heard (do I even exist?).
Psychedelic experiences - extraterrestrial-
cruising in the Milky Way, on a white Toyota.
20% beast, 30% baby, 50% thoughts.
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O Rahman, O Raheem, Ya Ghaffar, Ya Kareem
by Kamran Qureshi
O Rahman, O Raheem,
Ya Ghaffar, Ya Kareem.
I have spent
All of my life
Shifting positions,
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End Times :Two
by Ghairo Daniels
END TIMES : TWO
End time dramas continue
to unfold as foretold
tribes of Judah and
Gad united in ether
descending conspiring
to pull Matrix strings
across rooms boom
death Will hidden
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Heartbeat as Compass
by Mario Odekerken
Heartbeat as compass,
guides me through the unseen path,
soft pulse of the soul,
trusting what the eyes can't see,
held by silence, not by fear.
wind and cloud
by John Hughes
With the moon as my compass
I watch the night clouds wheel overhead, they move and jive to the chord of the winds
I feel something shift in me, a feeling of moving in sync
And the pit in my body leaps to witness such a thing
As this is nature in its finest moment, it looks like they move back and forth unsurely
But the wind is strong and it seems to know where the clouds want to truly go
But I’m not the wind, I can’t tell the clouds to stay right where I want them
Oh I wish I could, I would watch them go to the horizon and then bring them back again
Damn the wind, they left as soon as they got here
In my next life I’ll be the wind and I’ll show the spiritualists how giving I can be
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Conversation with Grief
by Mario Odekerken
You arrive like a shadow cast by the soul,
not to harm,
but to guide.
I feel you settle in my chest,
not heavy,
just real.
You do not speak,
but I hear you
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Take a Number
by Joe Cyr
( Lively Hymn of joy )
“Take a Number,”
for there’s a list of those in Hope.
Crowds seeking salvation
with whom all of us must cope.
“Take a Number,”
for what we all aspire.
The praiseful souls in line
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