Best Spirts Poems
Alone for for now driffting apon the sea.
You stayed at the shore.
Cause you never found comfort in someone like me.
The sunset is empty when your alone.
Worthless is the kingdom.
When no one is willing to share the
throne.
I was your clown when in shadows I always
found a way to make your spirts lift.
Ive lost all since of direction.
Since you set me adrift.
Was it only a moment something I cold not see.
the heart bleeds still.
From this prison called a memory.
The storm doesnt effect me out here.
Its not death.
But isolation I fear.
The wind is my only friend the ocean my home.
Searching for that which I cannot have.
On this endless quest I roam.
Drawing a heart inside your hand as
through the sand you sift.
From the comfort of the shore I wonder
do you recall.
Are love you set adrift.
Sweet as Christmas candy cane
She takes away my pain
Embellishes low spirts
Then she’ll crystallise the rain
With care, wraps up my anguish
Topped off with festive bow
Ensures there’s room within her inn
When I have no place to go
She jingles my bells when I’m going through hell
turns my tears into to snow flakes
With her jovial spell
Illuminates darkness with twinkling lights
embraces me warmly When Jack Frost bites
She’s a gift of the very highest degree
My Angel
My star
Adorning my tree
The most precious of baubles
Such a Yuletide time cracker
She can loose herself in this seasonal Chatter
She disperses my worries
and breaks them all down
They don’t seem so huge
As they fall to the ground
Like a magical snow globe
She shakes up my sadness
She’s my sparkling tinsel
and fills me with gladness
My dearest of friends who I treasure so deeply
Always thinking of others
and sings oh so sweetly
The tune of this heavenly holy night
Sprinkling hope as saint Nicholas takes his flight.
From my window, darkness was quickly descending.
Costumed creatures were walking about, pretending
to be goblins and ghosts, expecting me to be scared
and totally freaked out, for which I was not prepared.
I'd been warned about evil spirts on Halloween night,
and vampires rising from coffins to give my neck a bite,
but no one had cautioned me, "Beware the living dead!"
I laughed it off and scoffed at a zombie's decayed head.
Around me creepy crawlers slithered. I felt an eerie chill.
but I was trick-or-treating for candy; my bag I'd yet to fill.
Across the blood red moon, flew witches in pointed hats.
Their dark silhouettes joined by a flock of shrieking bats!
I saw a man dressed as a baby, but he looked like a brute.
He growled at me, so I ran as he chased me in hot pursuit.
I thought I'd be attacked when suddenly there appeared
skeletons whose clicking bones pointed at me and jeered.
With worry I started thinking, Could these things be real?
Something nibbled on my hair. How horrid it made me feel!
I went to a house with a porch light, hoping for Tootsie Rolls,
but screamed when in the open door stood sneering Trolls.
I tried to convince myself that this was just some silly hoax,
by friends trying to make me cower with their wicked jokes.
With a bit of bravado, I rang another doorbell, undaunted,
but fled again when I saw signs that the house was haunted.
How I wished for the power to fly away on a witch's broom
and escape the macabre apparitions on this night of gloom.
Now filled with trepidation and dread, I darn near fainted
wondering if the sweet treats I'd collected were all tainted.
Somehow, I managed to make it home but could not sleep.
Snarls from under my bed gave me goosebumps, skin-deep.
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Cherokee spirts riding in the clouds
Cherokee winds crying out loud ( Chorus )
The Cherokee spirits whispering from far away,
Calling, Calling, Calling through the winds,
Oh the longing message it sends.
Whispering ancestors bacon all family when life ends.
Cherokee spirts free, longin again to roam
Among the lands they once called home ( Chorus )
Winds sing banchee songs bellow in the night,
Of spirits calling of their long ago fright,
All souls now weakening with out fear, all who hear
lonely hearts those left behind, Rains of loved ones sheading tears.
Cherokee spirits roaming through the clouds
Looking for lost family among the crowds ( Chorus )
So if you hear at the end of your days,
becoming banchee winds calling your name
Though you never knew your ancestors,
yet unknowlingly always obeying Cherokee way
Cherokee spirits riding on the clouds
Calling through the winds riding over the crowds. (Chorus )
Then you may be....indian Cherokee family
Once so free that roamed this land endlessly
Cherokee spirits roaming still ever so free
Calling one last time all Cherokee family
By Linda Terrell
Apon are arrival once at times seemed questionable
We were greated by none.
Hawaii had spoiled us to all other airport experiences
Were else could a half hunover yet slighty buzzed madman
stumble from a plane to encounter a beautiful woman in a grass skirt
and cocunut bra once even now made me thirst for for a pina collada.
But in in canada there was nothing to greet us there but cold
As we stumbbled around dressed like soon to be doomed criminals awaitting trial.
Cananda its slogan should have been.
Welcome to Cannada it's really dam cold.
But we knew where to find warmth in this enviroment.
Or for that matter any enviroment.
For we were drunks or as i liked to think of it consistant drinkers
And on are journey into this land of freezing weather maple syrup
and ice hockey.
We had one true goal.
we had come to drink Cannada dry.
No bar would go untouched No bottle would not know are name.
we would hit on many women.
Score with a few and say we had slept with many.
I was a religeous man and i needed to get in touch with with the spirts
The spirts of Canadian mist Jim beam And my old stand by spirt Gin
It was a bold mission for which we had set forth.
Are livers were alredy beaten to almost a pulp but
we still somehow walked and functioned in disquise of
semi normal human beings but nothing was further from the truth
we were writters once ment we were professional crazy people
On a mission to depleet this icey land of its alcohol
an drink canada dry
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From behind the bar I recall what led me here.
Not to see people fight over spots on a board.
But to bring them togather as friends.
Not drive them apart as enimies.
To see the glass stay full.
And the spirts to bring cheer.
Jokes hold truth.
As the jester I know pain.
Smells of perfume and smoke beautiful eye's
and that invisable desire.
We dance in hope of capturing life.
To embrace in darkness.
The page can never capture the passion
of two lovers spark.
From behind the bar I see life
for more than what others belive it is.
Jokes comfort as the flirt kisses the ego.
Napkins written with numbers passed encounters
promised.
Some never to know the light of day.
Hungover friends gather whiskey laced
plessures with a tinge of regret.
But life is one play my friends that no
single act shall we froget.
The drink sit's neat apon the bar.
You can see blindley for years.
And never know who people truley are.
Drinks as people dont last long.
They gleam the same under neon light.
So friends always mix them strong.
At the "Head Inn' Bar,
I sat with Death.
Drinking the fog,
With my poor-man's "Crown"
Earlyer, In mood,
I called him over, telling
"It can wait, grab a drink".
Quite in my superior,
For just saving thousands.
You see, Him and I have met.
First a teenage drive,
Acid with ambulance,
Flip-rolling, tripping a bad action.
But I saw him.
Then at mid-life, Buhhda-r-us.
Told to sit with him,
He didn't say much.
Death and I ordered again.
I gave him grief,
for ordering a Cran-metropoliton,
He shrugged me off, sipping,
Smiled his cared-for white mug.
Genuine tho, no hidden intent.
I could buzzed gather.
We Chatted the gambit,
Topics unbound,
He listened as if I had something to say.
It felt like a talk, with a laid back relative.
Glad to see, but good for the go.
Time whispered my leave.
Plus my spirts were many.
I slurred a passing joke-jab.
"were is your cycle, black robe,
Bone pointing finger "
He pierced me with a gaze,
like my dead father would,
Gentaly patting my back,
And by his smiling touch,
I sware, I sobered up.
The Colluseum
Has filled with people again,
Glowing softly by torch-light.
Lamps are lit, twinkling
Like stars in the seats above.
Heavy fumes of olive oil
Waft up on the breeze.
No longer do the petals
Hold their fragrant perfume
Of the day's cascade,
But lie crumpled in the sand
Trampled underfoot and blood.
Here I stand. Nobel
And proud--a woman of means--
Gladiator--non-the less.
Tonight is special.
I fight my last of five years...
The Rudius will be mine.
Here with loin cloth
And thraex...standing ready.
Domitian, has called his
Last dwarf to fight me.
In full armor, he is no match--
A quick jab to my legs, but
Like a gazelle, I
Leap above him, taking his
Right arm with one swift slice of
My blade--and it falls
As I land behind the dwarf.
Screaming as his blood spirts from
what's left of his arm,
He raises his left hand high,
Stagering, facing the crowd.
I wait...Thumbs down--and he lives.
Thumbs up--and I mercif'lly
Slit his throat, with one quick slice...
He falls to his knees.
Walking around to face him,
Ready my thraex and say
"Forgive me, brother...
For you who are about to
Die...I salute you." ...And
Then, it was over.
He lay face down in the sand,
And his blood...And the crowed cheered.
Now, we both...are free.
deborah burch©
5/25/2012
Over the crys of seagulls
gods whisper loudest
over rain, and children voices
heavens open, declaring
'Sorrow is a pagan mask,
to scare the spirts
of envy away!'.
In Summer, tides rise
longest, crustaceans
crawl highest, only
to be devoured sooner
on bleached seagull sands
warming, burning, leaving
a decaying, vanishing shell.
I keep having the same dream..You and I together standing face to face the whole world around us.
As i stand and look at you My eyes can not deny the beauty which they see.
We move towards one another our spirts grasping at each others as if trying to pull us closer, faster they are entertwined long before I have you in my arms.
Our hands meet first palms flat facing each other they touch as a whole I can feel the softness of your skin the love in your touch I can feel everything as our fingers grasp to help lock us as one.
I can not look away from your face as we move closer, your lips are my island your eyes are my world, sweet paradise.
Our bodies are in tight embrace arms around each other we grasp behind each other necks one hand to pull us gently into each other.
I feel your lips before I touch them I feel the shared breath between us fill my lungs with you as you flow through my body.
Our lips touch like two beings seperated long ago they instantly become one.
As we kiss the world sways turns faster around us sending this message to all points to all who see this is real and all understand it..
The Children, The Children
How thier little minds work
No matter thier age they're all have a purpose
The children, the children
How they show thier love
No matter what they know I'll be there
The children, the children
How we dance and laugh
When the music comes on
Not hearing but feeling the beat that comes out
With rythem raging thew are souls
As thier bodies go out of control
Singing even if they don't know the words
Our voices carried beyond the clouds
As are soul's just blend into us each
We feel Devine no need to speak
As are eye's just meet and we all know this feeling is unique
The children, the children
They cry as they leave are spirts are combined
Now are heart's bleeding
The children, the children
They're all apart of me
And another chance to save innocence
So our spirit's can be free
By
Lonnell George
Form:
Listless her body becomes
Her last breath and her journey's begun
In Life ever after she is joined again
With your father, family and friends
Their spirts continue through those they've sown
Donna, Dean and Darlene as they are known
In God's kingdom they will become,
like hear on earth when they were one
out from under
from lovin you
free from your
overtaking embrace
still dreaming
falling from grace
always leaving
can you see
what i see
breathe me
take it in
never meeting
the end
never let you down
only say that
after i hit
the hard ground
let it be
breathe me
feel what i feel
the pain
unable to heal
it is a shame
how we let
this go on
so broken
so wrong
i have crossed
the line
to many times
find the key
breathe me
unlock all
the doors
that shut you out
set the spirts
FREE
breath me
Form:
Her name is Tammy Faye
She was once married to Jim.
They built a successful ministry
Till trusted friends did them in.
They spread the word, of the Lord
They ministered to those in need.
They lifted the spirts of millions
They spread the gospel seed.
Her personality, vivacious
Her talent sings to your heart.
Her style, somewhat audacious
That's what sets her apart.
My God have mercy on her contemporaries
They're liars, phonies and cheats.
May God bless Tammy Faye
She's genuine and sweet.
Thank you Tammy Faye
From all whom you have served.
May Gods love bring the healing
You so richly deserve.