Tag: spirituality
group name: lightofpoetry
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February 27, 2007 12:10 AM EST --
Forbidden Dream
In the corners of your mind
And the core of your design,
In the pout of your lips
And the sway of your hips,
You are a forbidden dream-
You are not what you seem.
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December 07, 2006 02:41 AM EST --
Where art thou o man of valor?
Why slumber thou when the majorities fall?
The battle’s not yet ended,
Renew thy strength, be bold, and release your fervor!
Thy sword is rusty and dull, . . . more
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March 05, 2007 05:28 AM EST --
Dawn bares her rich palette-
Seductive awakening
Tar stained gulls hover-
Scolding thieves
Sea reflects sun's rays-
Blinding illusion
Waves pound the virgin sand-
Tidal release
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December 23, 2006 05:48 AM EST --
You dont have to ask god, he knows your heart.
When your life is torn and every road seems dark.
You dont have to ask god, to take away your fears.
He will sheild you from harm, he will dry your tears. . . . more
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July 07, 2007 08:09 PM EDT --
For Birdie Jaworksi, talented writer, poet and blogger, whose vision of the Internet as a catalyst for change has inspired my inner heart; and for the Iraqi people. Every day fifty or more people are being . . . more
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March 31, 2008 01:24 PM EDT --
For Padre Flavio Zavala, my first mentor, who taught me a little Spanish, a lot of Latin, how to play chess, and what I needed to know about finding God in the small things.
Plaza . . . more
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February 15, 2007 04:53 AM EST --
Vacate your spirit
Chant a mantra to the Fates
Renew, revive, replenish
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June 19, 2007 01:16 PM EDT --
Ever stayed up really, really late working on something to the point of exhaustion, and you pass out for just a few minutes, and when you wake up, you've got a second wind? This was from one of those . . . more
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January 18, 2007 12:51 AM EST --
I didn't know what I was doing
It was all fun and laughter
I didn't know what I was moving,
And so I did not even bother.
But I am a Jazz Junkie
And I live on the stuff each day
Don't want . . . more
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December 27, 2006 10:06 PM EST --
she wears
the wild
discreetly
branded
on the inside;
no one knows
(so no one knows)
her shortest
walk is to
the edge
curiosity
ragged
like need
invisible,
persistent
the ink
still bleeds
Heather . . . more
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January 05, 2007 12:38 AM EST --
Life is what we make of it
No matter what someone says or does.
Life doesn't stop moving on.
We make our choices good and bad.
Life doesn't let us go back.
We have to learn from the mistakes . . . more
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April 27, 2007 03:52 PM EDT --
I will restore the years the locust and canker worm have eaten
The years you gave yourself to one who was cruel
When in body & spirit you were badly beaten...
The 'fall guy' for someone . . . more
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December 16, 2006 12:23 AM EST --
He was so cool and very calculated
With a warm embracing tone
And a stunning dexterity
This sax player at the Green door.
Had a brisk tempo to match his play.
Softly but vigorously blowing his sax . . . more
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February 08, 2007 11:46 AM EST --
Once found, a lost item to the loser of it,
Is like finding a treasure in a sunken ship
Deep within the bowels of the sea;
Unscathed by water’s elements, its floor and time,
The item reminds . . . more
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July 15, 2007 12:22 PM EDT --
Sonnet elegy for Don Francisco Cara Martin, my father-in-law (1930-2002).
I never liked its name, 'Alzheimer's,´
Which brings to mind a faulty rhymer,
Who, . . . more
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January 20, 2008 08:05 PM EST --
It Matters Not...
© copyright Jan 19, 2008 By M. Emmett Townsend
It matters not thatyou know of it...
If matters not ifscientists have not discovered . . . more
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February 21, 2008 11:24 AM EST --
In all my life
in all it's varied experiances
no truth
ever stuck
with such strength
as the realization
that were he here today
he would not be at some podium
he would not be asking . . . more
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February 18, 2007 09:29 PM EST --
Wood smoke and embers
spiraling high into night
stirs something ancient.
more
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February 24, 2007 04:04 PM EST --
requiem for blame
I cannot feel sorry for the monster that comes
raging into the quiet field of home
leaving disheveled bits and pieces of paper and heart and dream
casually tossed aside
I prepare . . . more
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August 01, 2007 12:24 PM EDT --
When you aim high,
To make your own sky,
And you begin to work,
With the decision of do or die.
Leave no stone unturned,
And hit the nail on the head.
Work full twenty-four hours, . . . more
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