Society Spiritual Poems - Poems about Society Spiritual

Perhaps, I wish not to be so important? -- to go unbeknownst...by both God and the devil – to fall between the cracks, of their seemingly endless, bitter war: Of The Glorious Garden, and~ The Dastard Fall -- (One created me, without my consultation...the other, manipulates me, for his own evil usurpation...

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Before the emergence of consciousness we were a reflection of God Afterward unable to perceive identity through internal reflection God became a reflection of US Consciousness splitting the mirror 2 hemispheres Asking WHO ARE YOU But No mirror ...

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As I run away from the chains, not a single one of my principles drifted out of my mind, I know what's right and what's wrong for me I can take actions by chance and leaps of faith I escaped from the herd, I do not take revenge but I choose to stay calm Resentment is control,...

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We're criminals from heaven, committing spiritual crime. Disobeying the Creator with our body and mind. His law was made plain to us right from the start. Still if we allow Him, he'll write it on our hearts. But I'd like to say, please keep this thought in mind. The earth is a Rock and we're all doing time. If we don't...

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Beauty has an expectation. It can be damaging and filled with infactuation. Growing up in a world of a certain dedicated beauty, It can be confusing. Beauty is defined at first in a home. It is influenced in tribe, then spreads off to the culture. Your world become a dystopian. Clinging, holding, breathing, soon that's really all you know. The mass of...

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A country in Africa's kaleidoscope of culture, Unique and blessed, with natural and human riches to nurture. Roles blur, names defy convention's might, Husbands are "Baby," sons are "Daddy," in this whimsical sight. Saturdays are sacred for weddings' joyful sound, Car keys and iPhones float, pocketless, without a bound. Relatives rush to bury, but shy from business aid, A paradox of priorities,...

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In an age of abundance When every thing and thought Is at our fingertip What is left to discover? As we expand and consume it all On the back of a collective soul What is the cost of this instant gratification To a life once lived in full? Hollow experience, chewed and digested By every other ‘Til all that’s left of the true is...

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Beloved, let me embrace you, My touch sweeter than any virtual bliss, In this digital space, filled with coded delights, Let me revel in your pixelated perfection, Tiger, let me embrace you, My touch sweeter than any virtual bliss. Beloved, you've savored your time with me, Tell my folks, they'll send you emojis, My dad, he'll Venmo you gifts. I know where to lift...

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a wanderlust cerebral a circuit 'round the stars home of the ever homeless which else can claim to own less a course that's never ending of spirit-bliss un-barred ...

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One lone man against Leviathan With its signals and its code It’s forms and formulation What’s a soul to do, Bend and yield as a willow Or stand proud and tall as an oak? You tell me, Or better yet ask Jonah In the belly of the beast. (8/22/24) ...

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("Anagogical Moments Merit Badge", 2011, original oil) A Totalitarian Totality Have you ever wondered why so many these days Are trying to save the world, Tell you what to think, or say or do And cancel you when you say no, or simply why? The short answer is that’s just what totalitarians do, Totalitarian control and conformity Being their highest agenda after all. Does...

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Who has bewitched thee, thou noble ones? Chosen to be the head of thy race, to fulfill thy creator’s will, through siring, supporting, and securing a clan. Prophet, priest, prince, and patriarch, How did you lose your lofty perch? What sinister spirits conspired to undermine your primal purpose? You are a victim of sin’s curse. One social scientist suggested, You may be a biological necessity, but...

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("Night Sky Serpent", 2013, original pen and ink) Into the Great Unknown In this world of constant sorrow Is there room for you and me As the walls close in around us Is there some place left to be We had homes so full of love once Before walls came tumbling down A safe place to raise our families Then floods came and made...

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Author’s note: The following is in haibun form—poetic prose (microfiction with less than 200 words in this case) coupled with a haiku. It was written in response to a writing prompt to (re)tell a Christmas story in local (Michigan in this case) contemporary terms. Bronson Hospital is our local hospital, and deer are mystical creatures...

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Light shining through stained glass windows Rainbows tearing light from worldly shadows From the windows of aeons With Valentinus and Seth as icons Banners of the sayings of Christ From the bright Gospel of Thomas unpriced A sun cross tearing day from night In the centre of the church bathed in light Above there is a...

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