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The Divine Souls Poetry Book
 A Shift of Consciousness.
Poet Solar Wind. You picked up unspoken messages,
You picked up on my hurt,
You wiped away my tear-stained eyes,
And washed away the dirt.
You smiled and didn'tjudge me,
Let me say what was on my mind.
Didn't laugh at my foolishness,
To a sinner, why be so kind?
You accepted me, for who I am,
Rather than what you choose to see.
Didn't laugh at my foolishness,
And left me to run free.
You loved me for my beauty,
You loved me, inspite my faults.
You loved me for my innocence,
Patiently waited for my doubts.
So show me where to find you,
So this dream becomes reality.
Give me a chance to love you,
As much as you love me.
29th August 1999 Posted by  §?Iarwi?d, .
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Different TimesPoet Solar Wind. Reason’s are fading.
As the sun’s sinking.
Surrender to feelings.
Relinquish our thinking.
As the sun fades, we come alive.
- Back to square one again.
Same place, just diff’rent times.
Same place, just diff’rent lives.
Same place, and nobody minds.
As the moon soars, we shed our skins,
- Turn back the clock again.
Same time, at a diff’rent pace,
Same time, with a diff’rent face,
Same time, another place.
Under starlight, we drop our screens,
- Changing the world again.
Same lives, diff’rent ideas,
Same lives, diff’rent hopes and fears,
Same lives, but it’s still so unclear.
Just a diff’rent permutation, diff’rent twist.
Taking our turns as through our lives we all drift.
And time looses meaning, with the fading sun.
Night time beckons us - two become one.
- Taking a chance to fix the damage we’ve done.
And at sunrise, back to the dream,
- Facing the world again.
Same mouth, with a diff’rent smile,
Same face, slightly diff’rent eyes,
Same voice, but the same old lies.
But the river’s still running,
Heart’s still racing,
And you still feel the yearning,
But won’t change anything.
13th March 2000 Posted by §?Iarwi?d, .
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Dimensions of lifePoet Peaceful. Please forgive naivete and ignorance,
they seem to be lacking compass
for an exodus of time now passed,
vast in terms of vacillation.
Against fierce riptides, with religious conviction
swimming in dimensions of life, love, and sin,
we crashed in worry, signs of salvation
safeguarded in the mirroring clouds.
Spinning slowly, orbiting planets
smashed elongated echoes that veiled you.
Even silver vanishes in Venus’s palms,
sea green silk you were in her eyes.
Even though we could not touch,
could not make contact physically,
it was made more delicious by
the salty spray of someday. Posted by FreeFaith , .
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I Wish for YouPoet SpiritWoman. I wish for you..."
Comfort on difficult days,
Smiles when sadness intrudes,
Rainbows to follow the clouds,
Laughter to kiss your lips,
Sunsets to warm your heart,
Gentle hugs when spirits sag,
Friendships to brighten your being,
Beauty for your eyes to see,
Confidence for when you doubt,
Faith so that you can believe,
Courage to know yourself,
Patience to accept the truth,
And love to complete your life. Posted by FreeFaith , .
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I've LearnedPoet LadyRedRose. I've learned....
that life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer it
gets to the end, the faster it goes.
I've learned....
that the best classroom in the world is at the feet of an
elderly person.
I've learned....
that just one person saying to me, "You've made my day!"
makes my day.
I've learned....
that having a child fall asleep in your arms is one of the
most peaceful feelings in the world.
I've learned....
that being kind is more important than being right.
I've learned....
that you should never say no to a gift from a child.
I've learned....
that I can always pray for someone when I don't have the
strength to help him in some other way.
I've learned....
that no matter how serious your life requires you to be,
everyone needs a friend to act goofy with.
I've learned....
that sometimes all a person needs is a hand to hold and a
heart to understand.
I've learned....
that we should be glad God doesn't give us everything we
ask for.
I've learned....
that it's those small daily happenings that make life so
spectacular.
I've learned....
that under everyone's hard shell is someone who wants to
be appreciated and loved.
I've learned....
that the Lord didn't do it all in one day. What makes me
think I can?
I've learned....
that when you plan to get even with someone, you are only
letting that person continue to hurt you.
I've learned....
that love, not time, heals all wounds.
I've learned....
that everyone you meet deserves to be greeted with a smile.
I've learned....
that when you harbor bitterness, happiness will dock
elsewhere.
I've learned....
that a smile is an inexpensive way to improve your looks.
I've learned....
that I can't choose how I feel, but I can choose what I do
about it. Posted by FreeFaith , .
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Mantra.Poet L.K.. A whisper in a silent sea
floats carelessly
where none can hear.
As sound exists eternally,
Its truth perceptible
encased in seed
unlocked,
becomes a whisper heard,
yet, unvoiced.
To me this whisper shatters clear
the glass facade
that's painted here,
by you.
Your mantra still,
abstract and pure,
is chanted softly,
drifting near,
as you,
float by.
Its ripples surface
like the wind
stirs waves upon serenity.
Allowing sound to penetrate, beyond
what should remain
unseen.
Your mantra will be safe with me,
for I am truth
for all to reach,
unheard within
the seed unborn,
as yet.
Your sea is still
unclouded by,
a mist of time
where relics past unburied lie,
reminders of
what you shall be. Posted by Jan16656, .
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PapillionPoet Solar Wind. I hatched from out my chrysalis,
To try to dry my wings,
That I may fly.
I hatched in anticipation,
I leapt with wings still dampened,
I jumped and fell.
I crawled amongst the undergrowth,
Beauty hidden from above,
Now clear in view.
I stumbled to a clearing,
And basked within the glow,
From up above.
I stretched my broken wings out,
To dry them off once more,
To try again.
I waited for a small breeze,
So again I may be back amongst,
My missing kin.
I soared to where I came from,
And smelt the sweetened scents,
Upon the air.
I revelled in the sunlight,
Glistening on my shinning wings,
Now in their prime.
From on high I looked beneath me,
Now better understanding,
Of the below.
But the clearing where I stumbled,
Unknown to all my kind,
Still draws me back
And I still now sometimes fly there,
And bask beneath the trees,
In solitude
4th August 1999 Posted by §?Iarwi?d, .
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ParadisePoet SilverStarHawk. I climb to the sky to a place I call home, on rainbow rocks made of stone.
The sky is a beautiful, wonderful blue, every time I come here it all seems so new.
This is a place as old as time, it's in everyone's heart, soul, and mind.
Dragons, Pegasus, and Faeries all fly, they all live in peace up here in the sky.
The grass and the leaves are emerald green, they capture your eye with a beautiful sheen.
In the water Dolphins and Mermaids play, not a care in their hearts on this lovely day.
The air in this place is fragrant and clean, the smell of flowers only seen in a dream.
Unicorn family's frolic and play, oh how I wish I could just stay.
Up here in the clouds where time never ends, my face is carressed by a cool, gentle wind.
My time in paradise must come to a close, but I'll come back soon, as everyone knows.
When I want to go to my paradise in the skys, I just reach with my heart and then close my eyes.
SilverStarHawk 2000 Posted by FreeFaith , .
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PatiencePoet Angel~Eyes. On sun bleached mornings like this,
when our carefully arranged plans
get wrinkled and tossed aside
by fate’s flippant hand,
I become hostile with patience,
falling apart markedly as
the unsettled day drags on.
You temper my mood,
expelling the anger
with an explicit sigh,
a method to release,
skin merges with skin,
beneath bones, tendons, claret,
lies the bread of souls.
You allow me to feast on yours
and so I’ll never know famine. Posted by FreeFaith , .
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Sheena's PoemPoet Sheena Bandy. The sky, the moon, the stars,
the sun, the eternal blessing fairs.
With the power in our hands
to mend and heal this horrid land
that we call home.
It is true for now that I may believe
in you to mend the place that we let go.
To see the glory and make it so,
then we truly shall know the answer
to the question in which we do not now.
The way the human had an ancestor
once again we will make it all so
with the blessings of our world.
With the wind and water curled,
with the land, the fire and the plants
we shall be the only homes of many
see the gift of life, for some may vary.
Goodnight to all may life grow great
and may you all find the goodness state.
Sheena Bandy
Copyright ©2000 Sheena Bandy Posted by FreeFaith , .
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ShowerPoet Solar Wind. A raindrop was born in heaven,
And fell to Earth within a storm,
Landed on a mountainside,
On a fresh September morn.
And she started on a journey,
Destiny, she didn't know,
Instinct took her 'cross the fields,
And going with the flow
And as her journey took her,
Came across a babbling stream,
Tumbled down the gentle banks,
Joining raindrops in the bream.
And the stream became a river,
They danced on a bed of stones,
And sunlight smiled upon them,
Still more raindrops joined their throng.
As their number went on growing,
Their dance began to slow,
But they waltzed on in their eddies,
Thrown playf’lly by the flow.
As they wound on down the valley,
The moon smiled on them too,
Quickly passed on through the rapids,
Tossed by an undertow.
As the banks grew wider,
Felt a tidal current draw,
Lured them all out to sea,
As they crashed along the shore.
But the sun and moon kept smiling,
As the journey took its strain,
‘Vaporated back to heaven,
Began the journey once again.
A raindrop was born in heaven,
And fell to Earth within a storm,
Landed on a mountainside,
On a fresh September morn.
20th October 1999 Posted by §?Iarwi?d, .
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Silence in volumesPoet Imation. And I remember,
A song so sweet
Sung only one time
Sung only in a dream.
And I remember,
No lyrics were shared
No mystery heard
Only silence in volumes.
And I remember,
Thoughts rampant in motion
A constant emotion
Visible only to touch.
And I remember,
Breathing you in
Felling you near
Listening endlessly
In rhythem of pattern.
And I remember in waves,
We eagerly crumbled
Blew away with the wind
Playing music within
Merging mind and body
One essence.
And memory persists,
Its not ignorance thats bliss
But silence speaks volumes. Posted by FreeFaith , .
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Sing a SongPoet David Henry. Sing a song of a city, built by many hands,
That rise above the fields and streams,
In so many different lands.
It is a song of its buildings, itstheatres and its shops,
The throbbing of its constant life,
A life that never stops.
In the streets of cities, with architecture grand,
You marvel at the many things
Built by the hand of man.
Sing a song of the mountains, some with snow capped peaks,
Their majesty and their beauty,
Their ruggedness so steep.
They sing a tune of the windsong, a song both fierce and soft
They sing the song of the eagle,
Who soars the slopes aloft.
And in the mountain ranges, which echoes as you plod,
You marvel at their majesty,
Built by the hand of God.
Sing a song of the rivers, that wind down to the sea.
That murmur softly in their banks
Or roar so mightily.
It is a song of the Willow, and of the River Gum.
That sigh so softly in the breeze
And glitter in the sun.
And as it winds along its way, life’s gift it gives the land
So follow rivers as they go
Guided by God’s hand.
Sing a song of farmlands, its chequered brown and green,
And here you see the hand of man
His constant toil is seen.
He feeds the teeming cities, the furrow straight he ploughs
A working song of husbandry
Midst corn and crops and cows.
So sing a song of nature, the farmers’ friend and foe.
That rewards them and chastises them.
And taught them all they know.
Sing a song of the forests, the mighty Pine and Oak
The Cedars and the Beeches
That spread their grey green cloak.
They whisper of survival, they help our planet breathe.
And give up their green secrets,
And timbers we can reave.
The screaming song of chainsaws, that echo through the glen,
Has scarred our great green forests,
Fire has murdered them.
So sing a song of tragedy, else it becomes a dirge.
A song of mans’ great mistake,
The shrinking forests’ verge.
Sing a song of the ocean, a spume flung happy song
Of wind tossed waves and merriment
That drives our ship along.
Or sing a song of power, that crashes on the shore.
Of sun born winds and hurricanes
That spawn within its maw.
Then sing a song of heroes, wave tossed in their small craft
Who sailed across to find new lands,
Its mighty bosom vast.
Sing a song of cumulus, of nimbus and its rain,
That falls on thirsty land -
It comes to life again.
And when the song sings thunder, flashes light the sky,
Answer that song gratefully,
A home to keep you dry.
Listen to the thunder, it is God’s song of course,
See the grass grow greener
That feeds both beast and horse.
Sing a song of the planet, round the sun it goes,
It turns its face once daily,
To that bright star it knows.
Then sing a little moonsong, the governess of tides,
And sing of how she made the spring
When once she did collide.
Then marvel at the universe, and at the Milky Way.
Think of mans’ great loneliness
As this he does survey.
So sing Earthsong with rapture, your voices raised on high,
And sing Earthsong in unison
God gives the reason why.
It matters not what tongue you sing,
It matters not your hue,
As on this tiny globe you cling,
Your Gods will answer you. Posted by FreeFaith , .
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Slow DancePoet SpiritWoman. Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask "How are you?"
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say "Hi"?
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over. Posted by FreeFaith , .
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So close nowPoet PeacefulSpirit. So close now,
that distant melody of
screaming winds.
I feel first traces of its might
as it comes near.
If I could hide in a dark cave
and letit pass me by, I
would be there now,
head bowed, wings tucked in,
eyes shut to avoid its power.
Alas, I have no wings, no
magic powers to withstand
its might,
only a frail handful of bone
and ash will it leave behind.
No trace of tears and years of
trying.
No trace of words poured out
to those who did not care.
Only a few will remember the
smiles and handshakes earnestly
given..the love tucked well into
their hearts, and this pleases me,
for that love was carefully placed,
and timelessly won. Posted by FreeFaith , .
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