Metaphor Religion Poems

There sits the City Gold
Where robbers ne'er grab hold,
Nor rot, nor moth, nor mold.

There sits a lava moat
Not passable by boat
Nor rope, nor writ, nor...

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When I was a child, I wondered

Was deep sleep, death?

Was every morning a new life, a new incarnation?

Waking up, I found the people around me...

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Travels make the mind wise
Wise enough to know
Everywhere you go is change
That comes either fast or slow
The Sun can be an enemy
Or the sun can...

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he stood …

atop another world
another …
promethean creation
ineffable beauty and innovation spread at his
feet like a glorious carpet of progress
a macrocosm of concept and imagination
that surprised...

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Dumpster-Diving Deity

By Mark D. Stucky
Dirty, broken, and forgotten,
discarded as worthless junk
at garage sales and trash collections,
were treasures I have rescued.
Where others saw rubbish,
the eye of...

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(Author's note: Traditions of walking a labyrinth as a form of meditation go back to at least the fourth century. Labyrinths in Christian contexts usually...

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roman times meant...
roam'n soldiers
conquered villages...

by killing the men and
fathering a...
next generation of

soldier-sons to sacrifice...
themselves for
sake of the empire...

first the father
and then the son...
became wholly ghost


stans...

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know thyself; is your life on the right track
aligned with, refined by, the principles of dharma
refrain, abstain, be kind and be calmer
meditate, seek meaning: find...

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What am I in the sunlight?
Shadow!
And what am I in the moon's glow?
Sun!
I shine in the night in the pale moonlight
to light the way for...

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I could know no Self
without an Other

We could have no Child
without an EarthMother

No Ego
without an Earth-bound EcoSystem

I could understand no male
linear formation dominantly prominent
without a...

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I'm fragile 
I'm transparent 
Even though I act the opposite
I'm sorry
I know it doesn't mean much 
But from the bottom of my heart, I wish...

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Prologue in BrideVoice

Let Him kiss me
with his patriarchal
predative
straight white monotheistic mouth.

His Yang passion
is more blissful than intoxicating wine;
delicate
elegant
integral in fragrance
of his scent,

His rich capital name
is...

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When a nation cries, death rides the reaper is a stride, the loss of reasons in a Ludacris season, where men of nations think they...

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The sun is hot and hard to bear
All out of options – nobody cares
You're looking for an accomplice in your greed 
So who's gonna come...

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Reflections are divergent 
images composite
negatives of dreams 
an alternate stream. 

Calculations of precise reality reflected.
diverge and coalesce? In memories 
Stacked as photographs fade…

Reflections are divergent...

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