Tag: spirituality
group name: poeticjustice
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September 12, 2006 03:33 PM EDT --
LIFE FORCE
Sun fuelled brilliance
leaf captured,
transforms into green life juice,
comingles with
nuitriant sustanence
sucked from the dark loamy earth
capilloried upward, magically
fuses into
riots . . . more
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January 04, 2008 11:22 AM EST --
This life is not enough
to understand a woman.
What a thing she is!
No dictionary has enough words
to say about a woman
whatever she is.
Sometimes we think
the woman is just like the summer. . . . more
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October 05, 2006 09:54 PM EDT --
Am I a heartless pilferer? A big time sociopath? An inveterate cheat? A spineless ne'er-do-gooder?
I don't know what you're going to make of this but I am pretty much engaged in an interesting . . . more
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October 05, 2006 08:17 AM EDT --
The Song of Open Hands
Here are my open hands
Please open your hands
Let us shake our hands for a while
Then let us seat together
Let us feel our human touch
A very simple and shaking touch . . . more
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October 06, 2006 08:44 PM EDT --
A Pebble in a Pond
I throw a pebble in a pond,
Counting ripples in its wake,
Contorted image, my reflection,
A forlorn, soul searching face,
Mirrored sky upon the surface,
Infused with gold of summers . . . more
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August 06, 2006 07:44 PM EDT --
FOR CHRIST'S SAKE
Look there, closely
at the fleshy part of your palms.
Look there where the lines converge and join.
This is where the spikes
are driven through,
nailing you
to the hot splintered . . . more
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August 29, 2006 02:05 PM EDT --
Somewhere in the midst of the tears we cry
is a river that flows, strong and sure,
transporting our joy and pain
to a place where all becomes clear;
A river no longer muddied by that
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July 14, 2007 02:23 PM EDT --
It's a chilly Autumn morn
It's just the break of . . . more
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August 20, 2006 11:04 PM EDT --
Sylvia January Keck is published by SparrowCrowne Press, Gossamer and Gold, (1998)
Why the author wanted to share this with you: Maggie B., recently sent out a poem that stirred something within . . . more
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February 18, 2007 09:29 PM EST --
Wood smoke and embers
spiraling high into night
stirs something ancient.
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October 06, 2006 11:15 AM EDT --
Lying in a tent
across a murmuring stream
I stole a moonbeam.
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August 09, 2006 02:27 PM EDT --
I'm amazed at the myriad places gifts come from, not the least of which from this anonymous oak in the Sierra foothills.
An Oak Tree's Gift
Two green acorns nestled
In three oak leaves
Now fallen . . . more
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August 23, 2006 02:01 PM EDT --
In the midst of life,
I am blessed with true love;
It cools like summer rain,
bears fragrance like hyacinths in springtime,
gives warmth on a cold winter's day,
and nourishes me when I am feeling . . . more
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May 28, 2006 02:47 PM EDT --
I was lost,
I was confused;
I was torn apart,
I was used;
Then you came into my life
And opened up my eyes;
I have found true love with you.
Love that shows me
the meaning of a friend; . . . more
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August 30, 2006 07:04 AM EDT --
GOD is Great
. . . more
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July 25, 2006 12:59 AM EDT --
Someday, when I am all grown up, this haiku will be a full-fledged poem of love for humanity that, after infancy, can only be reached when the security walls are down. I hope I grow up soon. I love you. . . . more
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August 12, 2006 01:00 AM EDT --
If one can make a difference
let me be the one.
In places dark and chilly
let me be the sun.
For minds that seek enlightenment
let me hold the lantern.
when children need a guiding hand
let me become . . . more
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August 30, 2006 11:52 AM EDT --
Creeping 'cross the landscape
bringing subtle chill
blanching out the warmth
no sweater can fulfill.
No clipper from Alberta
no storm from the nor'east
can mount the frenzied fury
of this . . . more
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October 01, 2006 03:28 PM EDT --
Autumns' Sun in golden haze,
Shines out on shorter days,
Lengthened shadow colors all,
As cattle's gathered in their stall.
The harvester brings in his bounty,
Of wheat that he . . . more
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November 24, 2006 08:52 AM EST --
Have you ever been to church,
and before you sit down,
you get the uneasy feeling
that you should just turn around
In the third row is Dottie,
who makes a mean cake
and will sooner or later
know what . . . more
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