Long Spirit Poems
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My God, my Creator, my Breath and my Light,
Reveal Your wonders that dance in the night.
The healings, the breakings, the demons cast out—
Let me feel what the people felt, let me know without doubt.
You touched Peter’s house with the Holy Spirits flame!
You silenced the spirits that called Jesus name.
They called Him Son of the Highest, yet spoke out of turn—
While Your mercy was flowing, and Your power did burn
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Lord I come not with titles, nor robes to impress,
But with childlike longing for my family I request.
God, You healed them all—no one was denied—
So I’m asking You now, let my family stand inside.
Inside the overflow, the field of Your grace,
Where Your hand meets our soul, face to face.
Let us breathe the rhythm of Your blessed restoration,
Let us feel the pulse of Your amazing transformation.
Show us the miracles they saw before me,
The fevers that fled, the spirits set free.
Let us witness Your touch on the broken around,
Let us hear the silence when demons are bound.
We’re not beneath nor above those people’s place,
But You are no respecter of any human face.
You healed the elder, the child, the stranger—
So I come with my family, with no fear of danger.
Let my children know also the light that filled that room,
The sacred hush, the healing bloom.
Let us hold the field, let us tune the tone,
Let Your Spirit make each heart Your home.
I breathe in faith, I breathe out praise,
I walk in the echo of those ancient days.
My God, my Creator, let us now see—
I claim the miracles You’ve done… be done in them and me.
In Jesus name!
Amen.
The remnant of dismantled world war history,
the concrete slabs frame the unleashed society’s canvas,
captures the contours of the off-the-grid lifestyle
where bohemian spirit thrives in the last lawless place.
A secluded haven with no borders and no rules to confine
the eccentrics and impoverished who want to get lost
as wanton wonderers like the migrating snowbirds,
weaving the fabric of life with new meaning in the desert.
The creative tenets of the free life force of the slab city,
vibrant on the façade of the avant-garde harsh beauty,
with resilience etched by the wild winds of desolation
for the secluded slabbers in the last free place.
(Misery's Ghost)
Dreaming with my eyes wide open
Ultra Death sits by the bedside
On your knees, you are crying!
Along the floor, now you are dying!
Swallowing the pain inside, demanding for the reaper himself
If you want to see dead people
This GHOST will bring you face to face with the luminance
Once you cross over, you're in absolute fright
Lost in a desire to see the spirit world,
Drowning to be a part of it
!!! .
Can you hear that low bubbling noise rising up from within?
Wait, wait that is, he or she…. *The dead*
No... You are still gurgling of your stomach, is it?
This hunger is not indigestion, it is Mount KILLomen about to blow
The Ghost Effect enters the soul, in pieces after the first glow
A 'Ghost so potent enough, it will wipe you off the face of the earth
Like a trace, every fragment of this Ghost is a killer
If you are kindling it, you might not live to tell
Find a way to exercise it with extreme caution
When ‘The Ghost’ is around
There is no going back, once you have experienced it
You’ll never encounter a way to fight off this evil intrusion!
After you've lived, the ghost will haunt 'long after the soul is gone
First, the sensation that you're buried alive,
Then the frightening phenomena feeling begins
The ghoul is trapped and clawing its way to the surface
Savor the evening with pain until they come to claim what is left
Living loud, with a tortured soul
Having inherited- SATAN'S BLOOD
This Ghost has a forked tongue
Misery made everyone believe that he was just another ghost
Until you see, ‘The Ghost’ and what he or she has done?
Experiencing how it makes the blood boil like a thousand fiery lashes
Falling from, Satan's whip, only hope can escape his snare
Wishing for a Laxative
To flush the insanity, that haunts through the years
Calling this The End…………
By: P and The Ghost-CoWriter
GOD GIVER OF ALL THIS UNIVERSE AND MORE
Molecules spec off dust
All this in God we trust
The angels both evil good
The creator ever stood
You created ocean breeze
The stars galaxies belong to thee
GOD GIVER OF ALL THIS UNIVERSE AND MORE
But man has been given choice
You spoke existence you made all this
Everything all thine
I must insist you've even kissed
Question is all creator
What of all everything, what about the evil
GOD GIVER OF ALL THIS UNIVERSE AND MORE
You allow, and you can end it
I just stay here offended
No one can judge you, STAND
Given even free choice to us simple man
Evil rains upon the lands
Grows in minds of adolescent
GOD GIVER OF ALL THIS UNIVERSE AND MORE
God of high on heaven gate
Why? did you even create
man this includes me
My free will instill I'm free
Why did I grow inside
No room in the womb
GOD GIVER OF ALL THIS UNIVERSE AND MORE
There's no room Omni present always true
Question again is why you create me
the soul spirit, encase in a body
given me still free will, yes I can even kill
Evil still only by choice is man no good
Why? would creator allow me this choice
GOD GIVER OF ALL THIS UNIVERSE AND MORE
Nitrogen, oxygen, freedom born choices known
I shall rely on your voice outside still my question is ...
Why? oh why? did you create me
Your power is you could have hid my disobedient, sigh!!
For all this and much more
I thank you Father God my Lord
Maker, Creator, GOD GIVER OF ALL THIS UNIVERSE AND MORE
1/31/18
by James Edward Lee Sr.
Riding a roller coaster
Propelled by life’s velocity
Governed by instincts and thought
Driven by an urge to emerge victorious
Sentience deadened to conscience
Flitting thus from desire to desire
We built an imaginary script
Of narrow ego identity
Some conquests won
We saw not unshed tears
Of mute weaker souls wasted
Owing to our callous, feral savagery
Likewise, we encountered defeat
Whereupon we steadied heart
Resolving to rise once again
Imagining ego as the doer
Our face in the mirror
Reflected pride and conceit
Beggars too began looking away
Recognising our cold, hard countenance
So it chanced to pass that by grace
One day we chose to look within
Shocked to see soul shrivelled
Lonely in our bleeding heart
We stopped the flow of time
Frozen for what seemed eternity
Crying out silently into the vast void
Wishing to be healed and feel complete
A divine voice instantly responded
Asking if our resolve was strong
To walk the talk as affirmed
In thought, word and deed
The path simple and direct
Liken it to a hop-on hop-off bus
We hop off the ego bus and choose love
Shifting consciousness from head to heart
Voice of conscience grew stronger
We dwelt not on material gain
Shifting into mindfulness
A stillness continuum
Yet love that is imbibed
Takes time for assimilation
But what matters time any more
To the one who has since vaporised
In timeless time ensconced in bliss
Empowered by a magnetic pulse
Which we may give any name
Kundalini or The Holy Spirit
Baptised in the stream
Twice born, we yet lived on
Our soul within, one with oneness
Seeing now earth life as but a lucid dream
Wherein we are being breathed by God
As He does for all sentient life forms
To fulfil our soul’s smallest wish
Now aligned with love alone
Now we do honestly confess
We know not what scriptures say
All we affirm from our life experience
Is that once we align with God’s love impulse
For each step we take, He leaps forward
Gathering us in His warm embrace
Lighting the lamp of love within
Darkness then is no more
20-January-2022
Repent and Believe Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Poem inspired by the contest prompt: 1 John 1:9 KJV - If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.
Faced my demons out there a couple times
Counted all my blessings like a few rusty dimes
Try to rely on the truth behind the lies and feel free to roam around here
I hope you find your home and be an independent spirit with cheer
After all is said and done,
We put each other through hell and fun
Farewell to the ugly truth that slowly transform to lies
Dwell with me in the bottomless ocean of lows and highs
You'll see the light at the end of the tunnel
You're the one that I've been looking for
I pray you'll be guided by a cherishing channel
You'll found your shelter that's in store
You crash into me simultaneously
You fade into the blackness suddenly
I'm shaking like an autumn leaf
Give me Your relief, not your grief
I've fought all my inner wars and I'm a champion for once
Your whispers bleed through me and honestly, it haunts
It haunts me in my silent slumber and my sweet arising
All that you're saying is genuine and surprising
I will remain strong and vigilent through it all
I'm frozen inside with unbearable appall
Resilience and zealousness shields me from the dark forces
Won't you save me from the sorrow that courses inside me - my fretful soul is set free like a hundred horses
I will be honest with you this time forth and forevermore -
You're the one that led me to the corridor of passion that I adore
You're never a waste of time and space, my priceless dear
I can't deny the tears I have shed for you for so long, I fear
Faced my demons again and again
I am as durable as a thousand men
Endure the demise of our good times
You're as precious as Nursery rhymes
It is almost full moon
and I am surrounded by Earth in the night light,
Up here perched on top of my roof
As if I had no where else to go.
I feel more real up here than I do down there,
Yet I am isolated and still
as night’s air hangs on my skin while moon’s light absorbs me
into the life we forget as we go about our day.
Songs of crickets in the ground wash over the noisy sea
Beneath the idea I live as me.
I peer through your open window
Distracted by the colour of your TV,
Cars in the streets, people pacing in their homes.
But moon’s light absorbs me away
Into the dark blue sky of stars
Abundant above in absolute adoration…
And I am in awe.
Why not this reality set me free?
Why am I bound by day and all its modern technology?
My spirit is weeping.
The longer I sit upon my roof
The clearer I see through dark trees and vast seas
Alone with the sounds of the night’s world
my being years for inner peace.
Form:
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I open the sewing basket, letting my eyes and hands run over the tools she had used—the scissors, the darning egg, the pinking shears, the pins, the tattered, tomato-shaped pincushion, and spools of thread. I gaze at the metal spool-shaped bobbins remembering how, as a small child, I flushed them down the toilet creating quite a ruckus. I finger her antique thimbles recalling her numb fingers and hands. Despite her diminishing eyesight, she quilts until her last day, painstakingly feeling the fabric, cutting the shapes, and hand stitching the pieces together silently suffering from the pricks and misery her needle sometimes inflicted. When tiny drops of cerise colored blood dripped from her fingers nary a tear emerges from her eyes.
I close the basket and walk through her sewing room, white silence enveloping it. The faceless dress form patiently waits for her return, an unfinished garment draped over its shoulders. The sewing machine sits idle, its motor no longer whirring and the needle no longer punching through the fabric with its steady, rhythmic chuka, chuka, chuka sound.
echoes pierce silence
sound of mother’s spirit
I know in my heart
Had a thought a moment ago, just before I broke your aura'd wing,
trapped here, forever, within Audouin's vast crater alone and pining.
Starved for ages, a new gnawing hunger'd vision looked to bring.,
had we met, you and I, before the javelin started skyward climbing?
Though skin is rough and jagged as scoria litter that surrounded,
there beats a heart recognized by all the vanquished ghosts of Mars.
Was this love, don't know..,tho' never felt quite so astounded.
Perhaps startled to realize, it was I..,snared by her eyes in fawning stars.
Pitiful, mortal creatures molded by divine hands such as we,
learn only now, the cosmos proves bearable only through love.
And so I'll starve tonight, and tomorrow, and perhaps forever be.,
though joyous still..,no longer alone, or taunted by constellations above.
At last you take wing again, watch you soar away into the starlit night,
this day found love to save, and let your spirit go in merciful flight.
~~My apologies to Carl Sagan~~
Tell me winter jasmine dear,
why did the sun disappear,
and leave me all alone, here?
I am heartbroken and cold,
as I grow sad, feeble and old,
with no one to love and hold.
The world became desolate.
My heart is filled with such regret.
My flower's gone. I can't forget.
Yes, I'm winter jasmine, friend.
Your life is not at an end.
I to you, my heart extend,
and together we'll transcend.
I bloom in the winter to
help my mates to make it through.
Do you like my yellow hue?
I blossom just for you.
Look at what the future brings.
My flower always welcomes Springs.
I will pluck on your heartstrings,
until your spirit thaws and sings.