Best Spirit Poems
Island Spirit
Palm trees are swaying island style
Within the gentle trade wind's flow,
As Egrets glide on salty air—
Then land where verdant grasses grow.
Breathe in sweet scents of tuberose
And let fine mist caress your face,
Dive deep into aqua waters—
Become enchanted with this place.
Let your eyes consume the beauty,
Let rhythmic music soothe your mind.
You'll feel the aloha spirit—
A kinder people you won't find.
Go hiking in hillside forests,
There are no bears or snakes that hide,
Just waterfalls you'll find waiting,
That flow toward the ocean side.
In the distance whales are breaching,
Humpbacks with little calves in tow.
They share waters with the dolphins,
And green sea turtles down below.
Can you hear paradise calling?
Whispering your name at sunrise,
To later bask on pearly sands.
Swaying hula hips at moonrise,
Coaxing you to join in the dance.
Exotic Mai Tai in your hands,
Sweet flower leis caress your neck,
Come investigate our islands,
And board on wild waves at surfside,
Cast your cold and cares to the breeze.
Sailing out on sunset cruises—
Take homeward bound warm memories.
6/20/20
Poem of the Day at Poetry Soup January 17, 2015
In Dreams, Her Spirit Sallied Forth: with Lin Lane
Through frigid months, she waited for Spring rains
to give relief and ease heartbroken pains,
Nature will award that which Life commands
placing her true love, in its gentle hands.
O'sweet promise of passion's fine delights,
candlelight dinners and intimate nights.
With eager dreams her spirit sallied forth.
Away from winter's chill, in the far North.
Countless, were the eventides spent in dread
Praying he'd stay safe 'fore lying abed
She wished on stars in darkened Winter skies
as tears pooled in her melancholy eyes
Arctic winds blustered; through tall pines they'd blow,
layers of oceans, in white waves of snow
In Wintry dreams, her spirit sallied forth.
Away from winter's chill, of the far North.
Pictures sent from her beau, her Southern man
whose dashing looks, deep blue eyes and bronzed tan,
had her heart remembering their first kiss
Without regret, love said, "Hold onto this!"
To wake with dawn's sweet warmth, upon her face
would ease her sorrow and heartache erase.
In ardent dreams, her spirit sallied forth.
Beyond the frosty chill of the far North.
She brushed her hair, raven tresses fell
Her firelight shadow evidenced the swell
Softly, she hummed, cradling her unborn child
A motherly instinct that brought forth a smile
Having a babe, they had both long revered
That he'd be back in time, she deeply feared.
With anxious dreams, her spirit sallied forth.
Further from winter's chill of the far North.
She was haunted by his voice in a dream
and awoke with the sound of her own scream
Rain, her companion, on an April morn
Pains let her know their child would soon be born
Alone, she prayed that she'd know what to do
In the door strode a man; eyes of deep blue.
No longer a dream, her man had come forth
To deliver their child in the far North.
11-01- 2018
Thank you for writing with me yet again after such a long break my friend. Your invitation to do another collaboration was a great gift and a blessing given to me. I sincerely appreciate such great kindness as well as your great advice given on poetry/editing. As such shows great talent and true poetic heart. You magnificent verses makes this a truly golden poem.
God bless always..
last thing I remember is the look upon his face
shot him dead right where he stood then left without a trace
killed a man while robbing his white castle for some change
if I could I'd take it back my life I'd rearrange
(chorus)
as I lie here on this prison bed I look up toward the sky
His Word says He still loves me though I can't help wonder why
the man I am today is one He pulled up from the mud
I've put my trust in these three things
the spirit, the water, and the blood
growing up I never knew the man who caused my birth
the only dad I ever knew destroyed my own self-worth
the day he beat my mother was the day I thought I'd die
I swore it'd be the last time this young man would ever cry
as I lie here on this prison bed I look up toward the sky
His Word says He still loves me though I can't help wonder why
the man I am today is one He pulled up from the mud
I've put my hope in these three things
the spirit, the water, and the blood
(bridge)
looking in this broken mirror I see a man redeemed
my newborn faith in God above uplifts my self-esteem
the One who sent his Son to die forever set me free
these bars that keep me locked up now will soon no longer be
(I'll pay the penalty)
the time has come the needle waits I find myself at peace
today's the day to pay my dues before I find release
forgiveness I have begged from Him for causing so much pain
my hope is He remembers me and that I'll live again
as I lie upon this bed of death I slowly close my eyes
his family's all gathered 'round no need to wonder why
the man I killed's dear widow helped to pull me from the mud
(because like me)
she's put her faith in these three things
the spirit, the water, and the blood
Don't let him sway you with his sultry rhymes
Don't let him woo and steal your heart away
Don't let him touch your soul with soulful lines
You know, my dear, he only wants to play
Don't let him tell you that you are divine
Don't let him make you think that you're unique
Don't let him say your eyes are pools sublime
You know, my dear, he wants to make you weak
He wants to break defenses and come in
To taste the hidden pleasures of your heart
He wants to take, to conquer, and to win
and then to leave when you've been torn apart
There is no greater pain than wounded pride
When truth reveals betrayal's sharpened knife
Revenge will be the thorn there in your side
For he has taken love, and dreams and life
So do not let him win in lover's game
Pick up your sword and gird yourself to fight
If you succumb, you will not be the same
I urge you then to vanquish with your might
Then still your heart and let it dormant lie
Let not your eyes take in the beauty there
He will not stop; he will most surely try
To ravish you and leave you naked, bare
So fight with all your might this war to win
Don't let your guard now slip; be strong and brave
take heed to what I say; don't fall in sin,
for none but you, your heart and soul can save
Eileen
"Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmastime." - Laura Ingalls Wilder
The Christmas spirit can be heard.
Heard in sounds like choirs singing,
Singing carols and heard in bells,
Bells gaily ring-a-linging.
Ring-a-linging bells and seeing
Seeing lights brightly gleaming,
Gleaming snowfall and small children,
Children with faces beaming!
Beaming, yes, and there is smelling.
Smelling pine cones and roasting -
Roasting chestnuts; drinking cider
Cider for Yuletide toasting.
Toasting Christmas, also tasting!
Tasting all the flavoring
The flavoring of sweets and meats -
Meats at feasts for savoring.
Savoring, the spirit is felt
Felt by loving and by letting-
Letting senses wake to Christmas
Christmas spirit try getting!
Through frigid months, she waited for Spring rains
to give relief and ease heartbroken pains,
Nature will award that which Life commands
placing her true love, in its gentle hands.
O'sweet promise of passion's fine delights,
candlelight dinners and intimate nights.
With eager dreams her spirit sallied forth.
Away from winter's chill, in the far North.
Countless, were the eventides spent in dread
Praying he'd stay safe 'fore lying abed
She wished on stars in darkened Winter skies
as tears pooled in her melancholy eyes
Arctic winds blustered; through tall pines they'd blow,
layers of oceans, in white waves of snow
In Wintry dreams, her spirit sallied forth.
Away from winter's chill, of the far North.
Pictures sent from her beau, her Southern man
whose dashing looks, deep blue eyes and bronzed tan,
had her heart remembering their first kiss
Without regret, love said, "Hold onto this!"
To wake with dawn's sweet warmth, upon her face
would ease her sorrow and heartache erase.
In ardent dreams, her spirit sallied forth.
Beyond the frosty chill of the far North.
She brushed her hair, raven tresses fell
Her firelight shadow evidenced the swell
Softly, she hummed, cradling her unborn child
A motherly instinct that brought forth a smile
Having a babe, they had both long revered
That he'd be back in time, she deeply feared.
With anxious dreams, her spirit sallied forth.
Further from winter's chill of the far North.
She was haunted by his voice in a dream
and awoke with the sound of her own scream
Rain, her companion, on an April morn
Pains let her know their child would soon be born
Alone, she prayed that she'd know what to do
In the door strode a man; eyes of deep blue.
No longer a dream, her man had come forth
To deliver their child in the far North.
Thank you for opening the door to me for this write, Robert. It began on a cold Winter night, but Spring rains brought with it, a new beginning. Writing with you is like opening a treasure chest of beautiful gemstones.
Two worlds come together
As sweet music flows gently
leads into a different zone
One circle of a heartbeat skips
A single moment our life changed forever
Paradise simply exists golden delicious
Hidden from this world one bounty feast
Life every ounce trusting one promise living
Although at times some tears may drip
Colors kissing love inside a mist
Passion spreads warm fine spun gold
With you fate decides destinies call
No distance can prevail
In your beauty of understanding
You're viewing the second half of my soul
A dream of the truest form develops pure
Under the bright moonlight beam
wings grow tender feelings fly high emotions
As fate determines what is meant to be will be
Within sweet sounds of joy
Happiness blooms inside diamond shining light
Laughter rings out the bells echo deeply
It's called true love in you
Where trumpets rejoice finding heaven
Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :) 03.10.2015
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
women of dusk and dawn
who love to feast on their senses
in a banquet ripened by love and courage,
chilled to last till the moonlight
bequeaths more hours for stories
about earth's flesh...
oh, let the first drone of music
praise the female spirit voluptuous
as hips sashay in gaiety wildly wet,
empresses hunting for the eyes of god in men
softly flowing in veils of mystery
that hover in the fragrance
housed in chambers of rich legends
and reality: taste their tears,
cuddle the apples of fertile breasts…
yet no one can touch their essence
or own life’s primeval wombs;
women are women like their children
defying any explanation.
Contest of Chantelle Anne Cooke Favorite Free Verse
2/4//2019 Repost
Aloha Spirit
Sol, with his golden crown, greets me each morning
within divine rays extending out over emerald hills
and valleys that absorb his warmth of abiding light.
View misty alabaster clouds turn from twilight's purple
into softest rose just before golden regal rays emerge
calling forth fowl to take flight into spacious azure skies
winging their way from tree to pole to wherever their
heart’s desire on their quest for food for fledglings with
hungry mouths agape, loudly peeping in their nests.
The sea coruscates in shades of jade illuminations
luring early risers with surfboards to ride the surf.
Share the scents of floral fair that lingers in the tropic air
carried by the trade winds whimsy, enthralling all.
Not a poem to 86 but one of lucky number 7 doubled 77!
Kahunas sing sacred chants with drums that echo still.
6/20/20
Poem name: Island Spirit
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Poetry form: Rhyme
Date of Publication: 01/17/2015
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Sponsored by: Funom Makama
*Kahuna (c. 1890) Kahuna is a Hawaiian word, defined as a respected person who has moral authority in society; a "priest, healer, sorcerer, magician, wizard, minister, expert in any profession (whether male or female) Shaman.
*86: We’ve all heard someone used the term 86 in reference to doing away with something. There are a few schools of thought behind where the saying came from. Some have more legs than others—such as those of the restaurant industry—but to this day, there is still no official etymology.
*The number 7: Throughout the ages the number 7 has defied the law of averages and confounded mathematicians. For many of the powerful and wealthy, the number 7 is a symbol of luck and good fortune. Carry the Lucky 7 with you and experience: A dramatic turnaround of events in your favor. Increased Lucky Streaks.
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Beware the morning tiger
Before his first coffee
Look out for the afternoon lizard:
Ectotherm on the sidewalk soaking in other people’s acknowledgement
On occasion I’m a hummingbird
Seeking life’s nectar while shying away from human contact
Sometimes I’m a dolphin
Smiling and dancing in the waves
Last week I felt like a beaver
Getupgotoworkdomyworkgotobedgetupgotoworkdomyworkgotobed
(do beavers even have beds?)
Whatever happened to the puppy
Who would romp exuberantly through the day
Eventually collapsing in utterly exhausted joy?
Be wary of the electric eel
Who will zap you if you get too close
Look at the proudly preening peacock
Hoping somebody will notice me
Occasionally I’m a jackrabbit
Always on my guard, ready to run away from conflict
At times I’m a giraffe
Able to rise above the dust of the day
This week I was a worker bee putting in a day’s work
Happy to let the Queen be in charge
Whatever else I may be, I feel like a White Rhino
Older, wiser, stronger, endangered
My spirit animal is a zoo
…or a puppy
+Her Spirit Sublime+
She knelt in God's marble chapel, in her uniform.
A suit of deep,forest green with fresh white blouse
honoring God, her King.
So young, she bowed her shiny brunette head in reverence,
Hearing the robins sing, that teenage spring, singing
in angelic consonance.
Her prayerbook of black leather, gold-leaf edges and
ribboned marker of red,
Made her realize as she stroked it, that is was only by God
was she to be led.
The delicate scent of candles that burnt so bright!
The artwork of mosaiced windows, sunlit-hued made her
feel heavenly light.
Her crystal, beaded rosary which transformed,the white marbled
walls, into a supernatural rainbow divine.
Grateful, to be in a school, that this memory still sings in her memory, sweet,alive and utterly, sublime!
11-30-2020
10:30am PST
**Poem of the Day**
12/2/2020
Dedication~ to my high school and religious mentors, who taught
me who runs this world! Thank you.
When I awake to dawn’s light
I long to pray for God’s insight
For His grace through the day
And mercy to help me along my way
When I feel alone and afraid
I go to God with all my thoughts
Reach out to Him with sincerity
And He always answers reassuringly
When I lose my hope in tomorrow
I whisper a prayer for His guidance
He always encourages me to keep going
And believe in the prayer He honors
When I need a friend that will be there
I open my heart to the One I love most
The friend who is there through the end
Answering my prayers with gentle promise
When I can’t find the right path to take
I welcome His word and its uplifting directions
That will always reveal to me the right way
To find the greatest hope, faith and love
When I think of committing a sin I know is wrong
I simply can’t comprehend why I’m so uncertain
He takes me by the hand and leads me to His word
Where I find the answers to defeat my sinful nature
When I want to achieve the dreams I’ve had
I long for God’s strength to overflow my heart
And His help to send me truth and wisdom
So that I can know my ideas are inspired by Him
When I lie down at night to drift off to sleep
I always know I’m being guarded by His presence
And I never need to worry about being afraid
Because He’s forever alive, lighting my spirit afire
The Mind’s Cornfield
Dreaming deeply on this dark, dank, frigid-cold night,
My spirit-body walks freely in this place of solitude—
The Mind’s Cornfield, where fantasy and reality are one.
In this place, free from mortal constraints and strife,
One can see and speak to spirits of those now dead,
And to those whose souls wander around aimlessly.
These spirits know of my still-mortal connection to
The earthly plane and are sometimes confused by my
Wandering presence with them in this vast cornfield.
I believe these spirits sense a form of hidden conflict
In my own spiritual body manifested perhaps by a
Tragic event impacting my soul from a former life.
I have learned over time there are others like me who
Are still mortally-connected to our human world, but
Who choose to walk about in this place of solitude.
Questions abound: Why does this netherworld exist?
What is its true purpose? Will the wandering spirits
Move on? Will they find the peace they are seeking?
And with this—I wake up again and find myself centric
In this mortal world of human creatures who are made
In the very keen, like-image of Almighty God Himself.
I can’t help but feel a psychic-style influence with this
Image of a mental cornfield in the chasm of one’s mind.
The soul’s bond to the ethereal world may be the key.
Situations like this call for a real mystical awareness of
How one thinks, what one sees, and what one perceives—
In this finite mortal world that defines us as human beings.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
July 29, 2018 (Tercet)
When you think about it
Hey I'll give your thoughts a jerk
And tell you how I know
These things really work
Your soul and your spirit is really you
And your mind tells your body
What it should do
Your mind bears your thoughts
And they hold the key
I can't think for you
And you can't think for me
Your thoughts are your future
They were also your past
If your not happy now
You can change them real fast
Your life is a play
Which you have to act
Your thoughts are your script
And will turn out exact
So think on, be happy
Change all the cast
Don't dwell on misfortunes
Let go of the past
For now is the time
In your thoughts you can mould
What you want in your life
To have and to hold
And from this day forward
Like you are to wed
Marry these thoughts
Inside your head
For you never knew
That you had this great gift
Create your own life
Give your thoughts a great SHIFT!!!
On my way to church
the spirit of Christmas I met the other night.
All excited it was as the day of Jesus's birth
was coming.
In awe, I approached it and hesitantly
I asked:
" Could you, sacred spirit, tell me what the real
meaning of Christmas is? "
The spirit looked at me, at first, rather surprised for
I appeared as a man of faith
yet
didn't seem to know what was I celebrating,
however,
with a compassionate smile and a very
calm voice willingly replied:
" The real meaning of Christmas
is the rebirth of love in people's hearts.
A rebirth that aims to reestablish
the relationship among the people themselves first and then
reinforce their connection with the divine, as the Lord
meant it to be pure and holy!
In that way
the love and peace of the heavens
would be enshrined in the heart of every man and
make people love one another, the fact that would lead
love to reign upon the earth and bring peace
to humanity.
Only then the birth of Jesus would make sense
and take its real meaning
causing the angels with joy sing -peace on earth and
Alleluia! "
© Demetrios Trifiatis
19 December 2019