Best Society Spiritual Poems
The sun rests in its golden orb, shining bright dazzling the eyes
Meadows green with dew drops fresh, the cattle lazing away cries
The farmhands nap beneath the trees, the breeze caress and dies
As the curfew knells folks head home and pray
Thanking the Lord for the rewarding day
Face brimming with sheer bliss and mirth
Content they praise and sing from birth
What true happiness can be witnessed herein
For the Lord blesseth those who seek of him.
Those greedy and selfish , pine more riches
Idle days wasted, in slumber and glitches
While holding contempt for those plebeians
And are never content, contrasting agrarians
No time for Lord, who observe cadence
No more thanks for the blessings immense
Heaven doth beckon those who believe
And the rest he reckon, to try and grieve
For....
This is the day that God gave to play and he purvey
This is the day that God gave to toil and stop foil
This is the world that God gave, for men to live and pray
This is the world that God gave to care, share and stay.
What a wonderful world!!!
© Nadiya (28 Jan '15)
*Won 3rd place on 30 Jan 2015 in the contest 'This is the day that Lord gave' by Verlena S. Walker
("Portal of Souls", 2019, original encaustic)
Just Another Door
Our society is sick
Spiritually sick
Because it has lost religion
Or transferred it to hollow
Shallow faiths – such as Scientism,
Environmentalism, Feminism, Marxism
Which can give us literally nothing
At death’s door.
Death should be the big day
What our lives have been not only heading to
But aiming for, preparing for
As our BIG day – THE day –
D-Day.
People prepare for other big days;
Prom nights, graduations, weddings, births
But curiously
Not death.
How do you want to die?
Or put another way,
Do you want to die randomly,
And without direction
Or with intention and vision?
Either way, it’s just another door.
(9/19/23)
>>1111>>THE AWAKENING SPIRIT<<1111<<
My analyzing subconscious telling me I have minor confidence in our people,
Full of resistance as high as church steeples,
Heads in the sand uneducated sheeple lost their ability,
Try this with consonance, question our existence,
Get it together and try it this very instance!
Neglected, Infected which brings great drama,
Buddhist monks call this negative karma,
Equip your mind with true armor,
Receive the weapon of writing stamina,
This isn't imaginary fiction,
This is an awakening conviction,
I'm trusting inner guidance for direction,
Taking my hand, introducing me to my pineal gland,
Connected to my tribal land,
I have found expressed to me internally in a sound,
Never contemplating turning around.
Find your way,
Stop listening to what government leaders say,
We need unity instead of broken community,
Unite and open up your vault,
Lets start a revolt,
But in an era of fear,
The average man inferior,
Never looking at their own interior,
Let me explain, in this society of personal gain,
It will make a human go insane,
Wealthy flying around in a private plane,
They have turned down the wrong symbolic lane,
You thinking i'm insane? Your thoughts are coming out in total vain!!!
I'm just a brother with a live spark,
With an inner vision destroying everything lurking in the dark!
A half cast mixed identity given the European surname Clark,
But I don't care, I have nothing to fear,
As I steer my life consciously aware I see clear,
Always near a book, that’s another place you gotta look!
Rookies thinking they're awake, but most cant find the time,
In psychological denial with excuse's saying its validly fine,
Working class living,
Resulting in limited self education receiving,
Which is the highest level of sinning,
In the beginning the universal consciousness was bringing,
What today I am seeking,
Connecting conscious thought together, Forever,
But individualism causing a crash of disconnection,
A world wide collapse bringing stagnation,
This is an invitation to break this current way of civilization,
Go back in time within the mind to make the connection,
Then you will receive true knowledge in a healthy neuron collection,
Listen to what the awakening spirit is saying!
Spirit
Callous, Potent
Guarding, Welding, Mending
Nurturing our Harrowed Egos
Amidst
My soul has been purged
From a world of suffering
As pure as a lotus
When you find which way I go.
You can watch me walk real slow.
Follow me around.
Follow me here and there.
Follow me around.
When you see me; walking here and there.
You might see me; walking everywhere.
So follow me around.
Follow me here and there.
Follow me around..
When you think you really care.
I'll be walking everywhere.
Places you might want to go.
Places where I'd walk real slow.
So follow me around.
Follow me here and there.
Follow me around.
I might see you following me.
In places we were meant to be.
Places we might finally meet.
Near some lonely side street.
Near some lonely avenue.
Places we might finally meet.
So follow me around.
Follow me here and there.
Follow me around..
Follow Me Song-Poem by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2001,2015..ALL rights reserved..
Quiet allows me to see..
all around me, everything..
gluttony, kindness, hypocrisy..
all at once, knowing.
In silence one is with Spirit.
In silence one can learn.
Why then all the world noise?
Can't you see your bridges burn?
They babble and babble and babble on
while i quietly observe.
They hustle, plot, help or scam..
I see clearly what they serve.
Disgusted with some, Delighted with others.
Everything around is Not as it first appears.
© Erin L. Adams 2013
The wizard of words, was on his way out.
When a girl he knew, gave a scream and shout.
She shouted so loud, it made him worry.
The wizard of words, was off in a hurry.
Down the stairs, and out the door.
It sounded like a lion's roar.
He acted fast, to save her soul.
She was drowning in the swimming pool.
The wizard of words, knew what to do.
He jumped in the water, and that's when he caught her.
He said! 'Swim', 'Swim'..He knew what to say.
Because saving her life would make his day.
The wizard of words, was on his way in.
When a friend of his, gave a silly grin.
He said! 'You're a hero', 'You're a hero', for saving her life.
Now she wants to become your wife.
He shook his hand, then gave a smile.
For the wizard of words, went off in style.
The moral of the story is?
What the wizard did, was only right.
He knew what to say.That frightful night..
Hero-Poem By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2002,2015..ALL rights reserved..
A Nordic says "God lives in Asgard"
A Jew says "God lives in Heaven"
A Mayan says "God lives in the 13 Heavens"
A Samurai says "God lives in the Katana sword"
A Gnostic says "God lives within us"
If God was to be asked where he lives,
which abode do you think he would say?
FABRICATED LIFESTYLES,
FAST FOOD,
FAST TIMES,
TOXIC TECHNOLOGY,
ARTIFICIAL MEDICINE,
GOVERNMENTAL LIES,
AND WEATHER MANIPULATION.
IS THIS THE END OF THE WORLD?
OR
THE START OF A NEW ONE?
IT IS THE BIRTH OF A NEW SPIRITUAL SOCIETY.
WRITTEN BY, CHADWICK ANDREW VINCENT
ORIGINALLY WRITTEN IN NOVEMBER OF 2011.
Did you know,
that in the age of stone,
long before
the age of workflow,
decisions were made
alone, where to roam,
no direction known?
The paradox of
that great unknown…
was not so good back then.
Without a grid,
endless wandering,
hand to mouth,
bone to bone.
From nomad to
no longer, this man
began a small herd,
to comfort himself.
The greater good
became his norm
to weather the storm.
Did he know,
where this choice would go,
the tradeoffs,
the power of workflow,
the politics,
the invisible hand?
I don’t think so.
No, no, no,
more like a fool.
He traded his soul
for a nest and tools
that grew and grew and grew,
into a network of cruel,
the new great unknown.
I for one,
have had enough.
I think it is best
to move this great herd,
to shift the burden,
to give up the ghost
and empty the nest.
ALONE IN A GROUP
I sit gazing at the big box
With less work to do and many things to think.
The man next to me is busy at work so full
And a lady, anxious of her own looks.
The Secretary of the office is filled with piles of files
And is often on phone on the floor.
And I got nothing
But to think of all this what I look around in a group
The attendant falls in with a cup of tea
And all eagerly break their ‘busy’ work just to speak.
Some men and women stand and talk loudly
Not really to talk but to show that they can.
Among all, a peon stares at the ceiling only for just a minute
Not like me for hours together.
He whistles, chuckles and always carries a smile
Never is he seen in a mood so fascinated like us
And here, my gaze is fixed on the box
Like many on the Clocks
The Sun waved good bye
And all rose up from seats
Looked hurriedly at the door;
Looking at each other with smiles
Only just to say goodbye.
Good bye in a hurry!
The lights are off; the game is up
The game of playing together to win Loneliness.
Held my breath, halted my step
A solitary mansion, a sky with lightning
The sound of footsteps
A night so frightening
As the footsteps came closer,
The outcome became clear.
I held my scream
And waited for her to appear
Death was inevitable
But I refused to die
That pale skin and black hair…
Why can no one hear my cry?
‘Rawwwwhh’ she said
As she proceeded to take my soul;
To tear my skin, suck my blood
Or eat me as a whole.
A hand captured my foot
My past decisions, I started to regret.
She was the woman I killed
How could I forget…
i see the world getting smaller and smaller,
untill it finally fades
the taste of red wine still in my mouth,
soothing me
knowing in the back of my mind
this place isn't been made
for you and me'
my arm hanging out the window,
my fingers playing with the wind..
fantasizing how it would be
to live this life,
completely free
WHERE DO
VIVID EXPERIENCES LIE,
WITHIN THE HEARTS,
OF HUMANS GONE BORED?
AS THE SYSTEMATIC MECHANISM
OF SOCIETY HYPNOTIZES,
BUT, NEVER THE
EVER WAKING SOUL WITHIN.
WRITTEN BY, CHADWICK ANDREW VINCENT
ORIGINALLY WRITTEN IN NOVEMBER OF 2011.