Apart from writing poetry, who are we
cannot be defined, for we wear many hats.
Looking back at life thus far, we clearly see,
that though destiny bowls and consciousness bats,
for the most part we’ve been tied to our mind tree,
our deluded ego seeking praise and pats.
At this juncture in life, we’re a neophyte,
who seeks the truth absolute, in black and white.
So as to complete, what has been left unsaid,
we each have but two ways, to explore our soul;
either follow scriptures, by blind belief led
or dwell in staid silence, path sages extol,
so since pastors sermons leave us feeling dead,
we rely on stillness to fulfil our goal.
The poems we pen, seeks souls who care to pair,
who discarding belief, wish to be aware.
I am going on a sabbatical
And the first thing I wonder is
Will my trees greet me
If I leave for a week?
I was only gone once before
For a week
And my trees waved me into my driveway.
I had planted the bulk of them.
They began waving in frenzied way
The second I turned my car in at the top of the hill
They waved with glee, showing me their limber limbs.
The second the car stopped, the trees stood still.
My husband ran out and asked “What is up with those trees?”
“I guess they are glad to see me,” I told him.
He had no other comment. He knows I am a tree-hugging spiritualist.
Ethereal? Status quo around here.
Making their soul presence felt, but not seen.
Do not need Ouija boards, my family.
A voice yells “STOP!” It is immediate.
God is in these angelic messages.
He is in my soul, saving me softly.
Feeding me the words He wants me to use.
Smoke filled room means that my father is here.
Mystical? Magical? No. Just normal.
Spirituality always alive.
Written 1- 14- 2019
Contest: Ten Words Free Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Lu Loo
Theme Chosen: Spirituality #5
The clairvoyant believe that spirits are real
based on our creed and their interpretation.
I feel that there are true spiritualists that show appeal,
and that we are all bound by ethereal divination.
Should we embrace the intangible sensation
of a spiritualist that bestows the longing to heal?
Yes...I believe some are telepathic since their creation.
Do you believe in apparitions like I don’t inside?
Though I don't, I do believe in the expectancy of hope.
But when I take my final breath, I shan’t hide,
but be confident that I died through heaven's scope.
How can ghosthunters begin to sincerely envelope
where people go when they’ve crossed the great divide?
Personally if I feel if I don't go to heaven...I could not cope.
Yes, I do believe that there are spiritualists that provide support-
but I feel that spirits are different than ghosts in the sacred sort.
Ghosthunters and Spiritualists Poetry Contest
Kevin Shaw
October 9, 2018
Knowing death will come
Does not assuage its pain,
Knowing life is done
Does not erase the same.
Certain gaps remain
Defined by breathless air,
Whiffs of the cremain
Lingering, longing there.
Come upon by chance
"A goose stepped on my grave,"
Did its holy dance
Unseen but by the brave.
Knowing in advance
Does not negate the grave,
Spirit has its prance
The life it after craves.
She gave a call at 6 am she needed my advice
the little one she could not sleep his ghost was always there
I packed my bag and went to her for VIP extole
the sewing room is where he was ^. ^. but let me tell you why,
When he was bad, yes very bad she used to lock him up
and so it was that when he died he could not see the light
I achored him with words of trust and soon the wind was riled
and like a whirlwind throughing out , he passed the other side
She slept all sound from that day on because he crossed the thresh
there are some things in life you can't resolve with concrete touch
He was a child of beaten path suffering from enclosure
but when the medium gave consent the portal opened wide
When all else fails to work, its time for Spirit Guide and know
this world is a transient passerby a temporal place of qualm
and if you disbelief you lose, the center of your calm
I'd like to think there is much more then breath and earthly snore.
October 5, 2018
DEAD Ghosthunter or Spiritualist
Spiritualist realm can or can not be our friend
One thing for curtain there nothing to play with
Spiritual realms careful they are real and
Seal no deals with the devil's beware kiss
"Paranormal Investigators" think ghost hunters
Are nothing more than casual hobbyists
You the pubic of free will can choose to
Either Scientifically or sp speaking dis or believe
The supernatural nothing to play with
It can or could be as something to fear
But God hasn't given us the spirit of fear
Apparition dead person believed to appear
Ghost hunter in front, beside or in back around in your foot tracks
Spiritualist events phenomena such as telekinesis Spirits intact
Clairvoyance they're beyond the scope of normally be not a soothsayer
Don't PLAY with Let the dead bury the dead beware of this behavior
10/04/18
Ghosthunters and Spiritualists Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kevin Shaw
the ether is alive with oscillations
pulsations and electric frequencies
satellite and shortwave intonations
invisible, yet carried on the breeze
neutrinos and photonic modulations
infrared and x-rays, promptly spun
ultraviolet streams and applications
gamma rays and ions from the sun
ozone filled with radio transmission
microwaves pass thru us constantly
the residues of past nuclear fission
all that we have yet perceived to "be"
I've always had an issue with believing
the paranormal "ghosts" phenomenon
yet, with all the atmosphere's receiving
who am I to say what's here ... or gone?
~ 8th Place ~ in the "Ghosthunters And Spiritualists" Poetry Contest, Kevin Shaw, Judge & Sponsor.
I beg to differ on your point of view
when spirits want to talk, they don't ask you
they enter only hearts with portal gape
and no I don't permit, recorder -tapes
She was a mother in the throw of grief
her 4 year old had died of cancer.. brief !
he spake in silence, two eyes of jewel rocks
"my fuzzy slippers mom, are in the toy box"
She pried the solid doors of unbelief
for he was a child of miracles not grief
before she left, I felt a whoosh beneath my nose
in askance she was prompt to swift disclose ,
He was too small for respirator masks
the doctor wafted close, it did the task
Is mediumship a gift of God or not?
in my defense it can't be taught nor bought
My natural antithesis is obsolete
I am an ounce of water in a field of wheat
spirits CAN intervene, & though I'm far from green
now that I'm old, I'm even closer to their realm .
October 2, 2018
Not for the contest,
as I have gone over my limited lines of 16
for your enjoyment only..
Spiritualist, Medium and Deceiver
What a wonderful gift he has,
Speaking to Mother who passed,
To reach her from the other side,
My troubled mind eased at last.
Clever Man, Oh clever man,
How you deceive these people so,
Bewitched by every word you say,
Tell them things they already know.
I know he speaks the truth,
He had a message from Sister Mary,
Chuckling she sends her love,
Recalling her nickname Contrary.
Deceiver, Con man and cheat,
For entertainment he’ll mess your head.
Manipulation of the living,
Because he cannot speak to the dead.
Mrs Bentley says he’s a good man,
Heart of Gold, compassionate, sincere.
Her old Dad is at peace, no pain,
The spirit world pure joy, no fear.
Clever tricks, dirty tricks,
Pay at the box office, Thirty-pound.
You may well have a wonderful evening,
But be sure; no Spirits will be found.
There was a young spiritualist from Avoca,
Who was in a casino playing poker,
He saw in the light
That his cards looked just right,
But unfortunately he ended up broker.
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