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Villanelle Spiritual Poems | Villanelle Poems About Spiritual

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Spirit Wolf - Villanelle

(Villanelle.)

“Spirit Wolf.”
By,
Michael P Clarke.

The spirit wolf stands his watch upon the rise,
He looks out on the cold white virgin snow,
While snow falls from the cold grey winter skies.

The wolves can hear his melancholy cries,
As the winter winds decide now to blow,
The spirit wolf stands his watch upon the rise.

The snow upon the ground oh how it lies,
The spirit wolf patrols the rise so slow,
While snow falls from the cold grey winter skies.

He calls upon the wind his sad goodbyes,
To those whose time has come to surely go,
The spirit wolf stands his watch upon the rise.

The spirit wolf watches new spirits rise,
His amber eyes they now are all aglow,
While snow falls from the cold grey winter skies.

His spirit power upon the dead bestow,
The spirit wolf stands his Watch upon the rise.
The spirit wolf his glory now does glow,
While snow falls from the cold grey winter skies.

Copyright © Vladislav Raven | Year Posted 2017



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The Wooden Flute Sings

From the mountain's peak; the wooden flutes sound
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 flutes sound.

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 flutes sound.

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 conquers; all life is here,
from the mountain's peak, the wooden flutes sound--
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

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2012

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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.

Copyright © Heather Ober | Year Posted 2012

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My Heart is Yours My Love Now Forever

My Heart is Yours My Love Now Forever
 
My heart is yours my love now forever,
As your fiery passion enchants my soul.
I shall with such love desert you never.

Our life is now filled with joy and pleasure,
As we share life with so much to extol.
My heart is yours my love now forever.

The desire we share is Earth’s great treasure,
Making our souls one—a heavenly goal.
I shall with such love desert you never.

Our love knows no bounds of passion ever,
As we follow God’s plan and pledge so bold.
My heart is yours my love now forever.

Your beauty my love brings me such pleasure,
Knowing its worth exceeds all Heaven’s gold.
I shall with such love desert you never.

Our love as one is a grand endeavor,
In God’s light as two spirits with one soul.
My heart is yours my love now forever.
I shall with such love desert you never.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
July 16, 2015 (Villanelle)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

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Watch Over Me

"Oh how I want, oh how I plea."
To that Big Guy  in the  clouds,
Yes, Someone to watch over me

Should I ever enlightened be
still to spirits and saints pray
But need someone to watch over me

Images of gods as mother or daddy
or pictures of anglicized Jesus
Oh how I want, oh how I plea

Hope my god holds me so easily
As into heaven I want to go
Someone, Oh yes to watch over me

Wondering at all the glory I see
Is this really all there is
Oh how I plea, and how I plea

After the millionth or so glory
Sadly wondering at this story,
Oh my god how must I plea
For someone to watch over me!

Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2015

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The Scent of Your Soul

Always I will savor the scent of your soul.
And inhale the aroma of life’s bouquet.
Your fragrant love binds our eternal goal.

Together forever savoring our stroll,
Remaining chaste, surviving, living God’s way.
Always I will savor the scent of your soul.

Strength of mind makes a human whole
Our spirits and natures soar beyond Earth’s clay.
Your fragrant love binds our eternal goal.

Always I will savor the scent of your soul.
There is plenty of time to laugh, love, and play.
The epitome of joy, two hearts made whole.

We can build our marriage on Heavens knoll
Hope building a haven with courage, God’s way.
Always I will savor the scent of your soul.
Your fragrant love binds our eternal goal.

Copyright 10-13-2014

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: The Scent of Your Soul Sponsor Anthony Slausen	

Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2014

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If Your Soul Could Sing, What Song Would You Hear

If your soul could sing, what song would you hear?
A lifetime of living, yours to convey,
A melody of joy, or ballad of fear?

The notes of your life would be made very clear,
Emotions in words would be on display.
If your soul could sing, what song would you hear?

The moments in life, to you very dear,
May be in a song very hard to relay.
A melody of joy, or ballad of fear?

With many troubles you will shed a tear,
Those times in life will be hard to downplay.
If your soul could sing, what song would you hear?

With every soul singing both far ‘n near
How will your soul be heard so far away?
A melody of joy, or ballad of fear?

And with the wisdom of an ancient seer,
Looking inward with this question relay:
"If your soul could sing, what song would you hear?
A melody of joy, or ballad of fear?"

Copyright © Betty Janko | Year Posted 2016

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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.

Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014

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The Tolling Bells

Hear the ringing of the bells.
Wake up!  Wake up ye citizens!
Rejoice!  Rejoice for ye are saved!

Angelic choir voices swell.
Join in fellowship with ye friends.
Hear the ringing of the bells.

Oh!  How I love the tolling bells.
Bewildered hearts our savior mends.
Rejoice!  Rejoice for ye are saved!

When Jesus comes, no one foretells.
On Him your tarnished soul depends.
Hear the ringing of the bells.

In your heart His spirit dwells.
Repent and be free of your sins.
Rejoice!  Rejoice for ye are saved!

All weary souls be compelled.
Wake up!  Wake up ye citizens!
Hear the ringing of the bells.
Rejoice!  Rejoice for ye are saved!

Copyright © tammy swank | Year Posted 2016

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Villanelle: After-Life's the Centrillion-Dollar Question

Villanelle: After-life's the centrillion*-dollar question

After-life's the centrillion-dollar question
Where do we go to make amends pay for sins
KARMA* panacea for stupefaction

Who else escalates karmic evolution
Animals insects do they dog-eat-dog sins
After-life's the centrillion-dollar question

Heaven Hell be they but religious fiction
Lame constraints games to make us fight shy of sins
KARMA panacea for stupefaction

What if we on earth live lives of extinction
Who knows who comes back for what reasons or ends
After-life's the centrillion-dollar question

Whose existence calls for justification
Can Eve be damned for causes or origins
KARMA panacea for stupefaction

Who plays with our lives for delectation
Watch how EVIL triumphs over GOOD and grins
After-life's the centrillion-dollar question
KARMA panacea for stupefaction

*centrillion : a hundred times a trillion (million times million) : 100,000,000,000,000
*KARMA: the philosophy of ethical action and thought as defined by the Bhagavad-Gita. The hindus and buddhists believe in REINCARNATION which, on one level, means that the sins we commit in our lives have to be atoned for in the next and the next, until we rid ourselves of the need to be re-born (samsara), through MOKSHA (obviously also signifying a state of being free of all sin) by re-joining the SUPREME ATMAN, the GOD-HEAD BRAHMAN, the Primal Creator. Individual karma which serves to project a global sum of spirituality is meant to influence the entire world
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2017