Best Sprit Poems
What was this unarticulated joy
that beat inside my chest?
That which was expected and is past
reflected numens chanting to my spirit,
as if subdivided in my superconsciousness,
I may not bear them as a whole
though holy they may be...
one mystery selects a lifetime as its drum
and makes the years crescendo
poco a poco from its infancy
unto the crashing storm of age
when breath itself implodes.
I think it is too much--
a joy the mind at quest must know
and not to be endured.
I think a man must shake his fist
in protest as Beethoven did,
unable to sustain it to the end.
It is the depth and height of ecstasy
of which its single aim
is to expire.
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great spirit come over me and let me see what i need to see which is the evils that be!i ask you father do this now for your warrior and friend again and again! sendme visions and dreams that will let mein there head and protect me so i dont end up dead!
Ease is to your own ruin,
to this fight at once,
Life offers no escape,
Fight you must.
No candies or featherbed on your way,
No comfort or ease along your path,
the dagger dangles over the head
like the Sword of Damocles,
why kiss your chains?
You are surrounded already,
death dares your resolves with a threat
to retire to fate is to be a crippled,
quit yourself as men
there is no resting yet,
there is no fence, why seat you still?
like a man fight.
Your foes unrelenting,
be not in bondage to the tyranny of Flesh,
The bait of retreat is attractive,
all cowards take this path.
and write their names in sand,
but the valiant must not.
The eyes to the goal,
Fight, like a man to victory,
With eyes towards the Light
Fight.
The Bear Party
You, me, and Teddy makes three,
but there will be far more,
when I open the Marmalade jar,
and barely crack the door.
The party is just getting started.
The Tea Tree is ready.
Decorated from the base to the peak,
there is not a leaf unadorned.
Each...
sparkle with glitter,
and light,
transferred there by hand,
methodically, colorfully, embellished
so grand!
The chairs and the table,
are laid with fine china.
There is a teapot, a hundred years old.
It has flowers...
hand-painted by the princess of Whales.
The cups all match in different designs,
with more flowers of all kinds.
There is lace on the table,
and a place if you are able.
Come to the party,
and bring a hearty appetite.
There will be loads of sweets,
we will not eat light.
There will be jokes and laughter,
about here ever after,
and a time to cheer for today.
This is a party,
for Bear and his friends,
which includes you,
and yours in every way.
Believe in Angels
Believe in angels with all of your heart and spirit,
and they shall always believe in you holy in kind.
And when it comes time for your heavenly ascent,
the angels shall be with you by God’s own assent.
What more could any mortal surely hope for with
the assurity, by God’s grace, the angels are with us.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
July 4, 2016 (Couplet)
My words
are as humble as plain day
in the moon lights shadow
tonight we all gaze at it's sight and glory
as it is glowing in the mist of fountains of youth of today's spirit of joy
that we rejoice and love
LMG3
Written 17 December 2023
Spirit of Christmas Season
With the coming Christmas Season
That hails birth of His Unique Son
Let there be no flimsy reason
For dearth of real compassion.
Let hearts of compassionate souls.
With the coming Christmas Season,
Melt with caring love as a whole
For those a meal cannot fashion.
A humble gift is no treason
To offer to those in need
With the coming Christmas Season,
But is a noble deed, indeed.
Let us all serve as instruments
Of love, grace, care and compassion
The Divine Grace to implement
With the coming Christmas Season.
he is looking down
his sprit around
he'll rise from the dust
they call him jesus
he paired the prices for our life
to be this way
HIS SPRIT IS EASTER DAY
They tried to deny
me and you…
who we are
and who I am…
as the beloved of
I am who is…
but you can’t deny
creation…
Out of the darkness
of creation I have come…
beautifully adorned:
I am a cloud of joy
and the burning bush
of flaming faith…
I am a river of Jordan…
and a lion tamer
in a David-like den…
I am a tri-cooling shield
in a blazing furnace
and the wind in the sail
of a Noah-like ark…
I am the force of the exodus
out of the valley
of the shadow of death—up
to Zion’s Mountain top…
I am the wheel in the middle
of a wheel and the fuel of a train
of an underground railroad…
I am the energy of marching
feet over trouble waters and
resuscitation of deferred
dreams still overcoming…
I am the strength of hued Simons
still aiding Calvary resurrections
of soaring peace and love…
I am indeed the child of the Alpha
and the Omega—the soul of the God
of the oppressed—the nourishing
blood baptizing their coming renewal…
I am—you see—the Trinity’s third:
the Holy Spirit riding the Holy Ghost
chariot and nothing can neither
stop nor turn me around…nothing…
I am the juice of the fruit
of the vine of your liberation—
the liberating juice of the God
of the oppressed…
I am the solidifying matter
in your hued lives—
enlightening the blind world…
I am the Holy Spirit
abiding in you and yours:
I Am That I Am…
Word
Without
End…
its flowing around
from city to towns
from heaven looking down
it know what you do
won't you too
spread love from above
the
SPRIT NEEDS YOU
i feel you too
yes i do
in everyway i will say
you were my lifes key
YOUR SPRIT
LIVES IN ME
its in the air
as it get near
onces a year
its coming home
mabe from rome
a family stand
as they have suite case in hand
mind fulfilling
with
THE SPRIT OF THINKSGIVING
the one walks out
of your dreams
and into your life
becoming your wife
my wife one day
was berating me
for all my myriad faults
all my sins against her
my omissions and commissions
malfeasance and misfeasance
things I had done
and things i had failed to do
all of which I acknowledge
and apologized for
and apologized for
but finally I had enough
I said
well if I am so bad
so horrible
so evil a creature
and a person you hate
so much
why the hell did you marry me
she laughed
temporarly insanity
and I am still insane
twenty five years later
we both laughed
we both laughed
and fell in love
again
as always
we fall in love
with each other
every day
every moment
every second
it dawned on me
I had the answer to the question
and that my friends
is the true unknowable madness
the true zen spirit of love
see part one for Author note
i was born by the railroad track
where woods or stack
very few people around
its a small town
my mind is in time
it just rome this i can say
the
SPRIT OF BEING HOME
FOR THE HOLIDAYS
over us all
he is the water fall
and a bunceing ball
he's is here and there
SPRIT OF THE LORDS
is
EVERYWHERE