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Spiritual Villanelle Poems | Villanelle Poems About Spiritual

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Walk Softly

Walk softly across this eternal bed
Where we plant seeds of grief in the ground.
Like roots, let tangled memories spread.
 
Bring bundles of rosebuds, white and red
To bloom brightly like flowering crowns.
Walk softly across this eternal bed.
 
This is where heaven and earth are unwed,
Souls released while bodies are bound.
Like roots, let tangled memories spread.
 
Silence weaves sadness with fragile thread;  
Unspoken words haunt without sound.
Walk softly across this eternal bed.
 
The cold ground is lush where tears are shed,
Falling freely to water or drown. 
Like roots, let tangled memories spread. 

Lacking direction, lost spirits tread
Where echoes of feelings resound.
Walk softly across this eternal bed.
Like roots, let tangled memories spread.


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The Wooden Flute Sings

From the mountain's peak, the wooden flute sounds
the lamas leap and the water falls clear
mindful, the wind's play on the Quechua's ground 

The majesty of the Andes astounds
for from behind the clouds, the peaks reappear.  
From the mountain's peak, the wooden flute sounds

Like great red-clay dunes or snow capped mounds
courts rise and fall in terrain, so austere 
mindful, the winds play on the Quechua's ground 

Rainbows of red, blue, and gold oft surround
distant ruins of gray stones now severe. 
From the mountain's peak, the wooden flute sounds

Solid, earth-bound, sun-browned, lost to the hounds
so Quechua shepherds bound stairs cavalier 
mindful, the winds play on the Quechua's ground 

Pachamama's love surrounds without bounds 
long gone are the conquer's all life is here,
from the mountain's peak, the wooden flute sounds
mindful, the winds play on the Quechua's ground. 


* Quechua is one of the native people of Peru
**The Dominican Monks set hounds trained to kill 
on the natives who refused conversion.
*** Pachamama, fertility Godess in Incas Mythos


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Anne of Snow


Unalterable turned, cold's Anne of snow;
Of winter laughs and aves in modes of white;
With stare conceivable and face to glow. 

In everlasting streams of mirth and flow;
Orison's company betimes forthright;
Unalterable turned, cold's Anne of snow;

What is important to keep tight, and stow
Ghost nuptial forms of Sunday's blue shore bight,
With stare conceivable and face to glow. 

In silence comes, her white quilt to bestow;
my winter's solitude and dreams' benight;
Unalterable turned, cold's Anne of snow;

White blanket to descend, silent and slow;
The sovereign deep woods, in wordless rite;
With stare conceivable and face to glow. 

Retention of her intellect to show,
Perceptual is her entity and plight;
Unalterable turned, cold's Anne of snow;
With stare conceivable and face to glow.

© 04-16-2012, G. V., All Rights Reserved
(Pentameter Villanelle)
 


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The Conscience of Spirit

The colors of spirit,
personality of soul;
its essence has no limits.

Spirit doe sits penance,
with conscience we grow;
the colors of spirit.

The conscience has seen to it;
of its guidance, we know;
its essence has no limits.

Live well, every minute;
to enjoy, when you’re old, 
the colors of spirit.

On a wall, you can paint it;
consciences guidance foretold.
its essence of spirit.

In your heart, you’ll hold it;
consciences teachings are gold.
The colors of spirit;
its essence has no limits.