Best Advent Poems

Universal elegy grieves and yet embraces shifts of paradigm
New beginnings consciousness initiates comprehends and thus proceeds from
Illusion’s delusion collusions misconceptions in the irritating
Vortex whirlpool immanent void of false containment

Enlightenment modern postmodern retro visionary futuristic aspirations
Resound in dialectical rebirth rejuvenation germinate constructive 
Sense meaning reflect serenity’s...

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Born in a barn manger of straw,
wise men looked at the babe in awe;
a star above glowed like the sun.
At Christmas, God gave us his son !

Born to fulfill a great mission,
now, Christmas is a tradition;
but his work will never be done,
At Christmas, God gave...

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Christmas reaches for my very soul
With long and red and green desiring arms,
It cries, in the silent night of my savior’s love,
Before His last gift of fulfilled Psalms.

Christmas music rings down the highways,
Melodic, under a glorious moon,
And I treasure its daily company
Taking its joy from...

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Black and white Advent calendar
I will make you red and green
Haven't you heard the red oleander
Dropping its last leaf for December sheen

Growing up with bullets in the Taliban
Blood spills into the streets of Kashmir
Still the Calendar craves and calls for
Gold, Frankincense and balmy myrrh

Whenever the...

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ADVENT OF SPRING 

It was as though a sign had been received.     

The master plan, held back, now caused enaction

As if nature’s endocrines had been released
 
Flooding our world with catalytic action


Pre-dawn the Song Thrush first perceived the moment 

Her triple...

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ADVENT OF SPRING

It was as though a sign had been received.     
The master plan, held back, now causing stirring
As if nature’s endocrines had been released
Flooding all the world with catalytic spurring

Pre-dawn the Song Thrush first perceived the moment 
Her triple prelude...

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Written: August 24, 2023
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In the realm where fallen souls reside,
Where darkness thrives and hope subsides,
There, among the shadows deep,
Dwarf, hopeful lights from the forest floor seep.

Amidst the trees that loom so tall and straight,
Split by such kindness, of light they partake,
And from nothing, one soul...

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Celebrating the Adventure of Advent 

Universal elegy grieves and yet embraces shifts of paradigm
New beginnings consciousness initiates comprehends and thus proceeds from
Illusion’s delusion collusions misconceptions in the irritating
Vortex whirlpool immanent void of false containment

Enlightenment modern postmodern retro visionary futuristic aspirations
Resound in dialectical rebirth rejuvenation germinate...

Continue reading...

It's not only
our cultural value conditioning
that presents a health communication problem
about transitions of climate
without our Interior
and within our Exterior
Landscapes.

It's also about internally incommensurable
cultural values,
norms enjoined throughout Earth's domesticated human race
toward humane evolution's economic journey

Whether transportive progress
be calculated one breath
one day
one season at a time
or using...

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the rose of Sharon
lily of the valley, gleaned
star of Bethlehem
humble meek and kind, Jesus
eternal, Lion, Lamb...

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Throughout 2016 I have been reading Rob Brezsny's Pronoia
Is The Antidote For Paranoia
now ending before I reach 2017.

This postmillennial bible of multiculturalism
ends with several questions or statements
with space to write in my responses.

I am about half through these end pages.
Here is a condensed version of...

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The wicked souls like gasoline light up 
Afire without remorse sorrow and heat
As if Hiroshima Nagasaki
In bright atomic pillars of fire burn 
Unquenched like a mad lunatic bonfire 
The judged the condemned the damned all around  
Without mercy are swallowed engulfed by 
The supernatural...

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We are fire.
We fire.
We consume and produce warm memories,
and colder dissonance.
Where were we before first flicker of flame?
What were we before our warm time?

After our last flame expires
is our enlightened distinction
now extinguished?
Or this same where of space
and what of time
now revisiting a continuously burning ribbon...

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In
twelve
days of
festive joy-
love peals aloud as
Christmas carols nativity....

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Sometimes the dry desert wind
Strips slowly the sandless skin
Of the soul 

Gentle balm of the wide Spirit
Settling upon the surface 
Singing a song of suppleness 

Message of the mindful reflection 
From the internal mirror 
Of the heart

Home to the fruitful Spirit
Residence of the restoring, loving...

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