Best Spiritual Guidance Poems
It was deep dark, silence roaming outside
if I couldn't see and hear, it is myself to chide
the urge within pushed my fright aside
time to open the gates of my soul wide.
My journeys I used to have on my own
seeking sheer thrill in my serene zone
for what I painfully miss, I strive to atone
thriving when every ounce in me is full and grown.
The lure of a wonder seized my powers
breaking through my walls and towers
an ocean unearthing my grain and flowers
weeding out what is in my soil ugly and sour.
What reached my soul was so profound, so austere
it is beyond my feel, something I awe and fear
the mysteries in books were to me so clear
and in life, through deep darkness unable to steer.
To raw Nature I carried my tribulation
along with a torturing silence and lamentation
seeking spiritual guidance and revelation
Almighty God, help me not to succumb to temptation!
And here I am, with my words touching my solid earth
carving a clear voice of woe and mirth
aspiring to feed an inner sense of worth
as an avid reader accords my poetry a rebirth.
As a child, broken and forlorn I climbed a high cliff seeking spiritual guidance,
it is the culture of my native people to look to the Eagle- the master of the skies;
the one who flies the highest and the closest to the creator and back to Earth,
with beauty, dignity, grace, courage and strength, there is much to be revered;
so I looked up to Father Sky and prayed for the Eagles protection and bravery.
I heard the Eagle calling me and down came a feather into my open hands,
an Eagle feather is never taken but always given, a deeply spiritual gift;
it was on that day that the Eagle became my protector and guide in this life,
he has taught me to love the shadows and the light, and to protect all creatures;
to be free, strong, and brave in all that I do and to never, ever give in to fear.
_____________________________
July 23, 2017
Narrative/Spirit of The Eagle
Copyright Protected, ID 922653
Written for the contest, 1-10 Lines
sponsor, Rick Parise
Seventh Place
The top ten reasons not to go to church,
Clingy Christians may come and lurch!
It is so boring that I’m sure to fall asleep,
The Pastor’s message may make me weep!
I am too busy with sports and stuff,
In my life, I have enough!
They want all the money I labor for,
Or they think they’re better, for I am poor!
I am too tired, from a week of work,
The singing and dancing, they are berserk!
And the number one reason in the nation,
they are hypocrite’s, crying tribulation!
With ten more reasons, I’ll sum this up,
to why my friend you should drink this cup!
Church is a place where love abounds,
A place where the lost can be found!
Church is made up of God’s people,
that gather together under a steeple!
Yes, they stumble, sometimes they fall,
But given the chance, your phone they’d call!
Every person who does attend,
Has had a hurt they’d like to mend!
There are fellowship and spiritual guidance,
When all the laughter has subsided!
It is a place that does help others,
Everyone is called sisters and brothers!
But the number one reason to go to church,
Is to draw close to Jesus, and yes it works!
I remember the day I first walked in,
I knew they could see my faults, my sin!
I thought they judged me from the start,
But oh so wrong, on my part!
Now I myself am one of THEM,
And NO my friend I don’t CONDEMN!
We have all made mistakes,
But thanks you Jesus, he gives and takes!
He gives life to all who ask,
And took the sin in which we bask!
He showed me love, and now I can share,
Will you come, my friend, I'll save you a chair!
And let us consider one another to provoke unto love and to good works. Not forsaking the assembling of ourselves together, as the manner of some is; but exhorting one another: and so much more, as you see the day approaching.
Hebrews 10: 24-25
Culture in Bean Town was part of the City bling, bling! They socialized and told about what was happening in their lives and party until sunrise. These extravaganzas [usually] happen on Thursday night and when all was tired; they slept until Saturday. When Sunday arrived, they rose and begin their weekly journey into meaningful lives. Some were Doctors of the Common Cold in which Bean People got quite often but never became severely ill because these doctors had magnificent skills. There were no other illness and/or physical maladies in this city; however, a child could be born with difficulty if the mother concealed her pregnancy. Since marriage was mandated but did not curtail sex, this occurs often enough to become a problem. The doctors then would provide the mother and child with a sanctuary and the father was mandated by elder law to marry her and that would bless the child. From there, whatever was the child’s malady it would become a strength in which it could be either medical or mental but it would be extended to another place in City of the Bean People. Meaning, that this malady would become a sacred beanstalk in which the child would gain spiritual guidance and religious definition because an element or elements would be missing from his or her soul and this was needed for completeness of his or her human life formed and no one knew of this but the Doctors and the Scribes.
Once a Bean person did die, burial ceremony was carried out by Scribes in which they were dressed in the leaves of their Beanstalk and was buried in The Field of Lost Lives, which extended miles and miles, which never ends until City of the Bean People expires.
The women of Bean Town usually were Cooks, Teachers, Nurses, and Weavers. The men were the Doctors, Scribes, and the Landscapers. However, these were not mandated occupations by gender and in rare occasions there would be indifference. Their economics was based on a trading system but this was established through industry and agrarian means in which their currency became the leaf (prosperose) from the Beanstalk of Prosperity, which only could be obtained by trading with the Scribes and the more affluent Doctors.
Where there is malnutrition, let us provide basic human resources, for the poor and the destitute. Where there is insufficient: clothing, shoes, water, housing, education, and job opportunities-let the world community take the necessary actions.
Where there is talk of: ethnic, religious, sexual cleansing, let us hold those responsible accountable for their crimes against humanity. Where there is talk of warfare among the nations, or ethnic groups; let us preach and practice world peaceful harmony.
Where there is sexual and human trafficking; let us put an end to such human miserable mistreatment. Let us provide freedoms to the captives. rehabilitation, moral, ethical and spiritual guidance. Housing, education,and employment opportunities.
Where is talk of domestic violence against people, and property; let us provide the necessary intervention, legal action, and restoration.
Where there is talk of warfare, and violence between hostile nations; let us hold out the olive branch of reconciliation and peace. There are no winners or losers in the game of warfare, only its hopelessly defenseless victims.
Where there are crimes against the natural world and the animal population, let us be a voice to those who have no voice. Let us defend a world unable to defend itself. Let us not just fold our hands and walk away. Let us not fail to acknowledge the problem. by the failure to take affirmative action. Let us not follow in the neglectful footsteps of the current United States' presidential administration, of Donald Trump!
There are so many issues facing the world community, they are not all addressed here!
Love as always!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
RoxyLea1954
June 27, 2017
On the 10th day of Christmas -
I didn't have a true love.
I burned my knee caps with cigarette butts.
On the 9th day of Christmas -
I reminisced about the death of John Lennon
and watched re-runs of Gunsmoke.
On the 8th day of Christmas -
I called my cell phone 8 times because I was lonely
and needed to hear a familiar voice.
On the 7th day of Christmas -
I fell asleep in St. Patrick's cathedral
and didn't drink from the baptismal font.
On the 6th day of Christmas -
My best friend passed away.
I saved his Bloomingdale's gift-receipt.
On the 5th day of Christmas -
I watched the movie: "It's A Wonderful Life."
I simultaneously laughed at my own.
On the 4th day of Christmas -
I woke up and opted to eat stale fruitcake
Shards of broken Christmas ornaments adorned my flesh.
On the 3rd day of Christmas -
Was the 3rd day of Christmas.
I burned my Advent calendar while drowning in a scotch-bath.
On the 2nd day of Christmas -
I prayed for nonsensical, spiritual guidance.
No one, of any importance, heard me.
On the last day of Christmas -
I purchased myself a rifle.
I found it unnecessary to re-read the instructions.
Giving Thanks
Just thankful to be alive, and know the things that I know
Thankful for the sun that persuades the plants to grow from the seeds we sow
Thankful for the black women. Thankful for the black man, I’m here now
Thankful for the word, sound, and power
Vibrations to destinations release revelations hour to hour
Thankful for the spiritual guidance
And even when I wanna be loud, I move in silence
So thanks for the self-control, because even my discipline gets disciplined
Thanks 4 the people that came into my life & thanks for the people that walked out
I either learned a lesson or gained a blessing
And even both in some cases
I either got right or got left, even both in some cases
I either did the crime or did the time, or even both in some cases
I either did the helping or the neglecting, and eventually along my ways I met karma, underrated but yet never a *****, karma is the truth
Yes she is – You Do Dirt You Get Dirt (Simple and Plain)
Life is an ongoing cycle, give thanks to the circle, from the color red to the color purple, from the speedy rabbit to the slowly turtle, from the smallest leap to the highest hurdle, from the non-producing to the finest fertile
From the Alpha to the Omega
4 Words- One Love Give Thanks
Inner child, forever confused?
Puzzled by alcohol misused.
His angry dad when so infused,
Did with hand, belt and bat abused.
Inner child, cruelly accused,
With arms and hips then deeply bruised.
His ‘self’ reduced and made diffused,
Mental pain left talents unused.
Inner child, who was once enthused,
Broken by violence, excused.
Mind distorted by truth refused,
Shrouded by lies mum circumfused.
Inner child is with hope transfused
And, by sound help, self-love infused.
Where visceral doubt, once oozed,
This inner child now disabused.
(Disabuse: To persuade someone that a belief is mistaken)
Dedicated to the Rev. Antony Barraclough, whose spiritual guidance and humanity, enabled me to find hope and peace among the living.
it's the simplest thing we can do
that we don't find it the hardest
life has become a survival yet God never planned it that way
we call on his name all in vain for we only fear those who can fire us
true woship among belivers has been replaced with love for money and power in the church
the family unit established by God in the garden of Eden has been threatened by the rampant divorce and marriage separations among believers
the power to preach the truth and to receive spiritual guidance has been given monetary value
we no longer fear the giver of life but fear things created by God
we are afraid of loosing class and influence as that would make us seem weak
we are all competing just to educate our children yet we fail to teach them love,trust and patience
we are the modern day believers of Christ yet we are responsible for snatching and destroying other people's marriage
behind bars of alcohol and the bars of justice majority in there are born again Christians..
why because after children are born they only hear the word of God on Sunday yet the family is the basic primary church
we love those with money power and despise the poor for they cannot buy us'love'
Dear God have mercy on us for we love public praise rather than submitting to your will
we seek peace from God through phones yet God's word is now written in our hearts
we steal the young girls virginity just to satisfy our sexual lust
majority of our problems today are as a result of our lustful style of living..
many also are dead because of lust,envy and too much earthly pleasures forgetting God Almighty
no money can buy us freedom or peace
if love is not in you, you cannot offer it but hate and lust
if peace and patience are not your virtuals how can you then invest in time or talk about Faith and trust in God
Love God as He deserves and treat others as you would like to be treated for
what goes around will come back the same way
#chuimunga the poet
#made from Africa
#2020
Within music, there are two things
The bright lights in the sky at night time
and completely losing it
We keep keep abusing it
Its not that we are choosing it
Its the beat
Its the Bass, beneath our feet
All these people eradicating heat
We admit defeat
Here we will always dance
There's always that one last chance
to let go of the ultimate plan
Our fate, is in our hands
We refuse to openly realize,
These disguises
This is timeless
We need spiritual guidance
If we say no?
Would it let us go?
Our hearts made of snow
Cold inside, Its where we are home
We dont know where to go
Theres a million things we cannot see
Theres a million thoughts, we cannot think
All our souls want to be free
been stuck here, for all eternity...
Hear across my native soil,
The calling,
Echoes ancient voices,
Raised in prayers ritual.
A forgotten people, leaving,
Their mark upon histories
Legacy.
Mysteries great questioning,
Lain outward for generations,
To wonder why?
Beneath the heavens vastness,
Behold gray monoliths reaching,
Upward.
In the circle of life and death,
As a continuing sphere ever,
Winding within it's self.
A seasonal calendar timed by,
Natures rhythm.
An inner heartbeat, pulsating,
From the earths core.
Springs awakening warming
Breath,
Or winters chilling hand of death.
To plaint and harvest, or lay at rest,
The tools of trade.
The beasts of burden are released
From heavy yokes harness.
Pagan Gods demand tributes sacrifice,
Lain upon the sacred altars fire.
Druid priests carrying wisdom's staff,
Praying for enlightenment’s spiritual guidance.
Sung in Gallic tongue, they chant.
Asking for natures bounty,
A good years passing and
Healings curing power.
An ancient religion seeking,
Answers to humanities quest to know.
Lost to times relentless pass,
Our ancestral heritage is remembered,
I'm myths and legends,
Mystical circle of stone,
Known as Stone Hedge.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
My soul yearns for thee,
Thou art the hope of my salvation,
My mind sees thy love,
And longs for your grace and support,
I am nothing without your love and guidance,
The holy spirit is vital oil,
For my veins and limbs,
The temptations and charms of this world,
Lures me away from the paths of righteousness,
It's your spiritual guidance,
That can guard me from the wiles of this world,
It is a joy to serve you, love you and praise you,
And the springs of my heart are alighted!!,
My soul sings you mighty songs of adoration.
hello river you've beckoned
my soul again to the sullen
null of a sacrificial lust
mangling my minds heavenly glow
shattering my understanding
of pure mirth the cravings beyond
my living source hindered so
beneath spiritual guidance
while gentle natures are clawing
to the surface of sheer redemption
as i remembered you i remembered us
that dance that way that cold calm
dreary day lucifer sat so very still
why not even making a peep
mastering forgetting
what one has sown
one must also reap
Lying against the floor,
The faces I love stood upon me,
Hypnotised by images that I adore,
The brightest of light envelopes the scenery,
Gazing against gravity as I evaporate,
An intense emotion submerged,
A vibration noticed, it escalates,
Espied my last scene as blankness emerged,
No thought racing, being of nothing,
An unexplainable clarity encapsulating,
Away I travelled, swiftly morning turned dark,
The blackness enroute with flickering of white dots,
Not of stars and outer space but of beings,
Lights of lives and love in existence, gleaming,
Beautiful and serene, dots turns into lines,
Appearing faster than light, slower than time,
A destination unknown as white lines merged,
Into a ceiling of infinite white void,
As my being enters and converged,
Understood that nothing is ever destroyed,
All kept and nourished, an awakened state,
Not of new start, nor of cleaning slate,
Comprehension of the divinity through infinity,
A mirror stood upon a cloudy float,
An image appeared into its vicinity,
Of nothingness in a cosmic abode,
Familiar noticing only an anxious flood,
Of serenity and an intimate connection,
By the invisible and not by blood,
A resonance of divine affection.
Align in front of a reflection,
Of my life's past and creation,
Every emotions felt at once, physical infraction,
Spiritual guidance of self in fractions,
Knowing reverberated across nothingness,
While views come towards a blurry haze,
Clouded, vision slowly dissipating into oneness,
Then nothing and forgotten. A tiny light turn to my gaze.
Slipping into an unknown brightness, a return,
Out into the cold, wet and of blurred sight, a yearn,
A strange feeling as my cries shrouded by the unknown.
Another life, again as my own.
Fariq Yusoff
2nd December 2015
Tomorrow means so much,
Because I have you today
Sharing your grace,
A spiritual guidance into the heavens
An angel from heaven
My heart fills with love
It's you I believe in
A creature from above
Now that I'm with you,
I've never felt so right,
You're always in my heart
Every day and Every night
And when I go to bed,
And pray myself to sleep
You're my Guardian Angel,
who's Watching over me
remember that these words are true
There's only one angel in my heart
And that Angel is you