Long Sprit Poems
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Search diligently until you find it and when you find it run a thousand miles and deliver it, do not hide it in the bushes or in the trees you must deliver it to thee, look out for the vagabonds on the way, hold your head straight and don’t listen to what they say, they are distractors that lurks around to delay the time but the universe knows exactly what is mine I have work hard to earn it and you have to deliver it, they will deliver the verdict next week and at last your sprit will be free.
Climb the mountain in the East, stand on the summit and penetrate the vastness of the land the layers that lies beyond the sea, wrap your shadows around it and pull the energy towards you and feel your body sway with the wind and feel the light shining within, let your spirit grow and let the sorrows go;
Fill the empty spaces with laughter and feel the joy of tomorrow.
Let the wind blow and calm your soul, let the wind blow
And make you whole, tear down the branches of time
And fill your heart with the divine, stretch your hands towards
The sea and say a prayer for thee, listen to the sound of the roaring waves and the chatters of fishermen out in the deep
And watch the mad waves rocking their boat to and fro, they
Don’t have much further to go; the seas are rough and the sharks are waiting with empty guts.
Walk with me to the next end of the sea and unfold the mystery
Embedded in ocean bed, that is where the sharks dined on twenty two hundreds head, not a trace of it could be found when the left the frantic town, but the light discovered and rise it up to the surface of the sea.
Reveal the mysteries of the sea and the universe will rescue thee
Send me a thousand fleet of ships were are going to take the final dip we will rid the universe its pain and your life will never be the same. Anchor the ships and sit with me and I will tell you more, the light I me is shine bright and we will have a grand jubilee in the sky, wave your banners above the sea and plant the flags in the air we are coming to see you over there.
9/3/2023
Remembering, that morning, you were gone.
Your etched coffee mug, on the plaid kitchen table cloth.
And your loving presence vanished, like the morning fog.
How deeply sad, that utterly heartbreaking and fateful morn.
Who would have thought a new love of my lfe was headed my way?
Not m…..who was drowning in forlorn loneliness!
How does life work out…I pondered, bu it .simply does!
Is it perhaps…some invisible angelic presence?
I feel those exact, same emotions today.
But I know now, the seasons of the here, has its ways!
And today’s unbearable heaviness ,will be gone,
Replaced by etches, glorious sprit songs!
Through this silvered mist, dream helpers, work on the spirit of my dreams.
So, I let it all go~ drifting in new dreams,in fine,poetic, serene repose
Neither form, nor impressive verbiage, creates my poetrt
Happiest am I, exposing the genuine me, still in search of my own style!
Those genuine sounds, the soft echoes of my velvet, throbbing soul.
When I compose the genuine melody, it’s a miraculous wave!
And makes my days truly delicious, something to share.
To smile, dance in, and nary a heartach to behold.
In the language of Spirit
it is said: “that we must die before we die.”
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In the language of Sprit
it is said: “that we must die before we die.”
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It kills me,
a lot of things kill me.
I mean the kind of ‘killing’
that blinks you out for a moment,
that kind of little death.
Such instances can be exquisite,
like when your life unlatches,
you stop in mid-throttle,
halted upon a careening mania.
There are no increments,
no gradients,
you just jump out of yourself.
A powerful ****** can kill you
with one thrust of bliss.
Holding your baby for the first time,
a sudden inexplicable gnosis
obliterates your present,
past and future.
Writing a killer line in a poem -
that can kill the reader
for a bitty twitch of time.
Those quiescent extinctions happen,
in a single tick of abeyance,
transient wipe-outs
(too abrupt to me measured),
when we forget
to be both happy or sad,
in nothing-flat
we have ceased to be, we succumb,
only to return.
Between each taken breath,
these little deaths may, at any time,
undo time,
revealing much more than we,
the living,
might care to admit.
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.
And it will shower on the
Eastern Gate
A rain so hard
it wouldn't wait
The sound and actions
tornado's make
Moving earth with
instant haste
The flow of water
from up above
And wind so swift
to remove the cover of
That which men
would try to prevent
Would be a delay of time
actually sent
The Mount of Olives
also split
In the chain of event
of which it fit's
Maybe I'm guessing
predicting a time
For a Moses miracle
sent by the Divine
For some too soon
for other too late
Some say predictions
others say "We wait"
Scholars think they
have the keys
Telling time with
scripture reads
But the Sprit tells us
before its too late
The faithful listen
not given a date
The Prophets tell us
what they saw
To give a date
is against the law
When will open
the Eastern Gate?
The ultimate sign
the ultimate fate
Will it be wonderful
or a problem some face
I try to move the ship but enough water was not in the ditch
The water kept rising and falling and sometimes it feels as if my
Sprit is drowning; there are several avenues around me and all of them lead to the sea and that is where I will get the victory.
You have to fight on dry land as well as in the middle of the sand , my beams are too high and the light in the night sky is too visible in the middle of the sky are causing collusion when the temperature dies.
You have to map out a new path, when you fly in the dark, fly above or below but never let them know which way you go; and when the day is foggy or the rain clouds appears in the sky take a quick dive and cruise slowly in the behind the radars; stick to your route and if in doubt, elevate your altitude even when there is no shoes.
The gutter snipes are coming to town, robe in jackets
Looking like clown, they wear that familiar hat but they were ushered away and taken to the back and when they search the whole town Jonah could not be found, and so they send someone to search the ship and there he was hiding in the ship’s hole examining his soul. They pull him out at once and throw him over board and he found comfort in the belly of the big black whale for three days until the curse went away.
I have thought long and my spirit began to sing a strange song not a sign of life was there and the people began to fear, no-one knows how the crowd ends up in the yard.
They came from abroad to celebrate the return of the mountain Gods but the fortified city had no one in it, except a few pine trees with broken street lamps and a cross buried in the ground and the people were nowhere to be found, and so they went in search of a city that that once exists in paradise and now it is floating on the ice.
Anchor my soul in the city that is full of light, anchor my soul where there is much delight, the place where I can walk freely in the street and talk freely with the people that I meet, I can walk out in the middle of the night and appreciates the sentiments around and listen to the melodious voices resonating from various building across the city Anchor my soul in the city where people never sleep.
Mind , body and soul ,You make me whole.
I hear your rhythm, I hear your call
you light up my sprit and make it burn bright
i feel your delight.
Your energy is like a melody to me, makes me feel at ease , I can relaxe and unwind.
TIme stands still when I am with you.
You give me joy , i feel no pain, fear is gone instead there is postivity and creativity.
When i am with you I feel alive , it is hard to
discribe. I am on cloud nine when i am with you and your kiss is infectious.
when i am in your arms my body has butterflies and I melt away.
The things you do brings me to ectascy i just have to scream.
The love i have for you is strong it like a magnet we have for eachother like no other.
when we are together we engnite a sparke of
electricity that enthuses our bodies into one
that keeps us warm continously .
The temperture is risining so high that
Mercy is Rising to new heights with lovely delights.
Let our love be entwined for all eternity
and let us light up the sky with our love for one another as our soul , body and minds are bonded and entwineded in love for all time.
I am standing behind the line to show you that life is divine
I am standing behind the line with one single goal in mind;
I want to live. My sorrows are so deep and sometimes I feel like a lost sheep, grazing on the mountain top penetrating the deep
I am looking for a place live and a vibrant space to fulfill my will, but every time I think about it, the shadows around covers me and something in the depth of my gut makes me want to weep, and when the sprit gives way, I bow down on my knees and pray and everything become still and I see those wandering souls walking briskly up the hill, in search of their former lives. There were hundreds of them walking in the same direction and I call out to them but they could not hear me. I am standing behind the line with heart fixed on the divine; I have nowhere else to go when I complete the show, I can see you standing there with no one to care, and I can hear my heart beat and the people crying out in the street .Their imagination grows bigger in the dark and the writing gets clearer on the wall, and I said to myself, “do I have to go in the wilderness of despair when I have so much to share, should I hold my breath when the stranger enters the room ? Should I climb the mountain top and enter the temple of doom? or should I meet you at the foot of the hill at noon? And just as I thought about it the clouds that surrounds me slowly fade away and hope embraced me.There is life in the tree and it is consistently blown with the breeze and when sun peaked through the sky, I am going to give you a heartwarming surprise so pay attention to time and reach out and touch the divine, in one second you will cross over the famous line, take a deep breath and stretch your hands towards me close your eyes and count to three and you will cross over the turbulent sea and there I will be waiting for thee.
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
Four scores and seventy
ingrained in blood stained garments
ancestors still rumbling in their graves
impatient souls lamenting their years
pages kept turning
pens are writing
and the story is unfolding
Dead trees hang over broken walls
threadbare buildings stand solemnly
in a city that was once their home
mothers weeping for their children
people scramble in the streets
and the great big God mewl from above
The tough bent curb wood swerves around
and cuts massive clouds into thin air
chopping trees pounding light posts
swinging and dancing from side to side
then paused upright in the open space
The karma
the sprit
the holy words
a limb for a limb
a sword for a sword
raw vengeance soaks up
the weeping earth
Stricken night makes its debut
swelling echoes mount from beneath
decades of blisters that clinches their feet
and the tension brewed as it gets closer
The moment fires strange emotions
filtering, wrangling and mooting
dignity and power captivates stubborn minds
and eminent slaughter looms from behind
anticipation impress heavily upon tainted lips
while an exodus flows in the manmade ditch
It aims directly at the center
empowered by a forceful northern wind
and moves vigorously toward the west
I saw her pulling his tiny hand
dragging him away from the screaming crowd
while she secured her little girl
intimately to her thumping chest
She struggles through the imposing crowd
with faith courage and determination
but the swelling boomerang ripped the children
from her weary arms
swiftly it disappears
and she heard these words
whispering in her ears
Wash your face
dry your tears
walk close to the mirror
and let down your hair
listen carefully
and tell me what you hear
breathe deeply
move slowly
you are here
©2013 Christine Phillips