I am no mystic
I am no mystic. All the ways of God
Are dark to me.
I know not if he lived or if he died
In agony.
My every act has reference to man.
Some human need
Of this one, or of that, or of myself
Inspires the deed.
But when I hear the Angelus, I say
A Latin prayer
Hoping the dim incanted words may shine
Some way, somewhere.
Words and a will may work upon my mind
Till ethics turn
To that transcendent mystic love with which
The Seraphim burn.
poem by Lesbia Harford
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Mystic Words
I want to hear you
I want to read you
I want to hear your
Mystic words more and
More and I want to
Taste the nectar
Of your words
O my dear
You alone have
Got opulence
O my love
O mystic power
And as such
I am engaged in
Unalloyed devotion.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Mystic Moon
the mystic moon she shines so bright
it fills our hearts with the power of light
mystic me she calls to us
for us to live a life we can not rush
the mystic moon
her silver wind
blows through our world
and binds us to her
mystic moon
why do you love us so
we are born of darkness
yet you shine your light as our protector
mystic moon i understand
you are the darkness in wich we command
poem by Jasmine Appelhaus
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Mystic
In my mind afloat
Drifts a mysterious small boat,
Lulled along
In contemplative song,
Upon a magnificent sea -
The far reaching ends of it all
That give quiet call,
Are far beyond me.
It all moves like waves wended,
And dreams rended,
Flowing into a vague speculation
Toward the acquisition of the ineffable;
Yet, ever accompanied by a fear
Of being unable to find the unsubvertible.
- I row - I go - for I must
Somehow know, and find
The place, the time,
That distant - near land, with
No more groping, nor grasping,
For lasting love, or the guiding hand of man.
Life has a mystic pulse
That touches all the earth,
Mystery has a meaning
Filled with unfathomable worth.
A mystic castaway resides
On an island in my mind,
Awaiting - and bringing - an appointed purpose,
Beyond the bonds of brains and time.
Speaking words of truth
- perhaps foreign to me -
A lavish love language
Of the truly free.
The translation to be found
When the captives are unbound;
The compass, the map,
The forward motion
That keeps me from turning back.
These living esoteric laments
Reveal great Beauty to my heart
- often blended within sadness -
Found in the metaphoric ways of nature and art.
It all gets to me
In the mystery I feel, of
A flowing vision,
In a world nearly surreal.
The mystic
Devoid of worthless words, in
Dialogue divine,
Puts one eye on eternity
And one eye upon time.
I've oft here been lost,
yet for only a season;
Stranded for merely a spell
For there is truly hope at the end of reason -
Granting pure life through it all
The Mystic within
Ever remains,
Vast and strong
Guiding beyond
Life's dark waters
Never leaving me to drift,
Completely alone.
'... mystery is as real as the air we breathe... ' - Kathleen Norris.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Few Words
Few words
Can cause
Wonder or a disaster
Can make sound
More than a bomb
Resulting into breakdown
Of the heart and mind
Few words
Can turn a sad face
Into a one with a big smile
Few words
Can be heavier than the
Biggest of hammers
Can break intimate
Relationship
Turn it into enmity
Few words can be sharper
Than a knife
Can cut the thread of trust
Into thousand pieces
Few words can be
Very soothing
Can heal wound faster
Than any medicine
Few words of sympathy
Can give solace to
Someone in agony
Few words of apology
Can resolve the biggest
Differences
Few words of
Encouragement
Can motivate someone
To the road of victory
Few words of love
Can bring
Two unknown souls
Together
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poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Glanzer
Records, cords, lords, words, swords, fords!
But do warm up and meet me at the corner;
For, there is a natural mystic flowing in the air.
Ponder, wonder, fonder, bonder, yonder!
And like the muse of Glanzer your lover;
But, try to listen to this natural mystic,
For, it is all about your love in the village.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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She Don’t Work Here Anymore
She sat alone
in front of her computer screen
hoping for some images to appear
and awaken her lost dream.
She wrote of love
in words so sweet and pure.
Words of love she hoped one day
would be spoken back to her.
Everyday she grew more lonely
as time kept marching on;
hoping all the time to hear
springs sweet love song.
Whether she ever heard it
is very hard to tell
as she no longer works here.
Some say she found her love
and eloped with him,
others said she just died
of a lonely broken heart.
Whichever way the story went
it is hard to tell
as she don’t work here anymore.
18 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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Poet to Reader
Deep inside my silence
words glow like burning stones
plunging to dark waters.
Share with me my holy fire!
With joyful shouts,
we’ll flood the hidden rivers.
But if you leave
I cease.
My words die
without your eyes,
molder to
faded stains.
So come into my heart
and sing with me
this mystic chant!
We’ll be madmen,
hunting diamonds in the dark.
poem by Steven Federle
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Janson
There is anatural mystic blowing through the air and,
It is like the echoes of your love in the rain;
But if you listen carefully you will hear the words of my love,
For Janson is all that it takes on this muse of my love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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In Avalon Lived Hither An Yon
Hither an 'Yon lived in mystic Land o'Avalon,
Pretty lady Hither sought a handsome Don.
Yon was a guy who was in love with Hither,
When he was near Hither he was in a dither.
Love an' romance thrived in Land Avalon,
But not for Hither and guy named Yon.
Hither thought Yon was a village clod,
Yon hoped Hither would give a friendly nod.
Time goes but Hither was not fond of Yon,
Love was only half-bloom in Land Avalon.
Yon tried many ways to mend clumsy ways,
He read romance books for days and days.
Learned about sweet words an' pretty flowers,
Just how an when to seek loves lofty powers.
So love came to Hither and a guy named Yon,
And they loved together forever in Avalon
poem by Marion Gentry
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Words
Words are my weapon
words are my shield
Guns and knifes just ruin lives
so words I keep concealed
Words are all I have here
they help me struggle on
Words are here forever,
when all I have is gone
In my thoughts or in my poems
Words will help ease my brain
I write down what is on my mind
Expressing love or feeling pain
Not that many I can trust
But words I can depend
Words wont turn there back on you
Words are my only friend
poem by Nic Hillen
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Words of the Ancient Future
Plumes of purple glowing words
On my wall on my aqua soul
Escaping the grief wars
Sailing the constraints of time
Poised with arrows of premonition
Released in pools of prophecy
Unconscious wine of mystic energy
Great craters in the mountain rain
Islands lush with forests of crystal
Rest in the radiant rivers
Graze like emerald seagulls
Flames along the coast
Words sigh in the tide
Soul words of the ghost world
She loves me with words
Walls with vines of summer words
Fractals of dawns rising king
Banyan Buddha
Rivalry of knowledge reduced
Your words come from pain
Your dreams have no sea
On the outside of your plans
Cordial words like a pallbearer
Illumined equinox dials
Words of the crying
Words of music
Words of romance
Spiritual words
Hear the star fields speak
Words of moonlight
Words with lamps
Words of the ancient future
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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The mystic rose
In ancient times
a warrior prince travelled to the East
to find the wisest man on earth.
Stars guided him
over uncharted terrain
to the court of Enoch
who counselled with the Almighty God.
Great and knowledgeable king,
point me the way
to find the most beautiful flower of all,
it’s called the mystic rose,
and like crystal its leaves glitters
in colours of blue, violet and ruby red
and its odour is more divine
than that of any other bloom.
Why do you need this spectre flower
the great wise king asked?
To win the heart of the girl that I desire
the prince proclaimed.
Where will I find the mystic rose?
The rich prince asked again
while his servants
brought great gifts to the wise king.
Enoch looked the prince in the eye
and said:
Somewhere in the depths
of your inner soul
lies the flower that you seek.
Without words the prince
studied the wise king
and thought about his words
without really comprehending.
The words were perplexing to the prince.
What is the mystic rose,
the prince asked at last
Its unconditional, self-sacrificing
and called perfect love
the wisest man said to him.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Mystic Rhythms
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
So many things I think about
When I look far away
Things I know -- things I wonder
Things Id like to say
The more we think we know about
The greater the unknown
We suspend our disbelief
And we are not alone --
Mystic rhythms -- capture my thoughts
And carry them away
Mysteries of night escape the light of day
Mystic rhythms -- under northern lights
Primitive things stir
The hearts of everyone
We sometimes catch a window
A glimpse of whats beyond
Was it just imagination
Stringing us along?
More things than are dreamed about
Unseen and unexplained
We suspend our disbelief
And we are entertained
Mystic rhythms -- capture my thoughts
And carry them away
Nature seems to spin
A supernatural way
Mystic rhythms -- under city lights
Or a canopy of stars
We feel the powers
And we wonder what they are
We feel the push and pull
Of restless rhythms from afar
song performed by by Rush
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Unsolved
Amid my books I lived the hurrying years,
Disdaining kinship with my fellow man;
Alike to me were human smiles and tears,
I cared not whither Earth's great life-stream ran,
Till as I knelt before my mouldered shrine,
God made me look into a woman's eyes;
And I, who thought all earthly wisdom mine,
Knew in a moment that the eternal skies
Were measured but in inches, to the quest
That lay before me in that mystic gaze.
"Surely I have been errant: it is best
That I should tread, with men their human ways."
God took the teacher, ere the task was learned,
And to my lonely books again I turned.
poem by John McCrae
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Inspiration for Grand daughter Chitra
The agony and ecstasy
of love inspires poetry
Which otherwise would not exist.
I am quite sure it would be missed.
Though I can only speak for me
I find romantic poetry
can pass the time so pleasantly.
Arousing instant sympathy.
For those who love but love in vain.
Who choose to share with me their pain
and those who win their hearts desire.
Set forth their joy in words of fire.
I read as if I’m in a trance.
Vicariously enjoy romance.
experience at second hand.
Love stories I can understand.
Although they don’t apply to me
I read them sympathetically.
In love you either win or lose.
It seems to me you cannot choose.
The agony and ecstasy
of love inspires poetry.
It has been so through history
Will always be so probably.
2-Jan-09
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Into The Mystic
We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it
I dont have to fear it
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
Then magnificently we will float into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home
And when thst fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it
I dont have to fear it
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will float into the mystic
Come on girl...
song performed by by Van Morrison
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My Lovers Prayer
My lovers prayer
In the history of
A life takes a heart
When the power of love comes together
There is nothing can tear us apart
And the touch of your hand I can feel
That what we got is stronger than steel
Thats when you hear
My lovers prayer
Its my own silent message to you
Takes me there, my lovers prayer
And my soul is divided in two
With my love on the line
I send it all over the world
Out on the air
cause I cant let go
And my heart has a mind of its own
Its my lovers prayer
Its the mystery of
A place blessed by us
And the moment of truth is forever
In the face of incredible odds
And the look in your eyes tells me why
Let our words burn a sign in the sky
My lovers prayer
Its as easy as talking to you
All my life, having you there
In my own private vision come true
Youre heaven on earth
Youre the fire and all that Im worth
And I can be strong
You hold the key
Dont say its over
Dont say its over for me
My lovers prayer
Its as easy as talking to you
All my life, having you there
In my own private vision come true
In my search for your love
I send it all over the world
Its all I can bare
And the nights get long
But my heart holds on
Its no empty words
Its my own silent message to you
Takes me there, my lovers prayer
And my soul is divided in two
cause I cant let go
And my heart has a mind of its own
Its my lovers prayer
song performed by by Bee Gees
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Bazooka
Bazooka,
Love,
Mystic Castle!
With the fire-fighters to put out the flame,
But in the arena of the rockets were the world champions.
Hear my voice when i do call,
Listen to my muse when i do write;
For your love is still in the Mystic Castle!
And like the flame out of the Bazooka.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Natural Love
There is a natural mystic love flowing through the air and,
If you listen carefully you will hear and feel it;
For my sweet love is all that you need to grow in life.
There is a natural mystic love blowing around you and,
If you listen carefully now you will feel it and taste it;
For my sweet love is all that you need on this love.
Oh my natural lover! Where are you?
Oh my natural woman! Where are you?
For you are the mystics of my eyes among the lot;
And your sweet moves do turn me on!
Try to bring your natural love closer to me for,
I will do anything for this love;
I am in love and i will die for you!
Try to bring your natural love to me and,
Come and cool down my heartbeat;
For i am in love with you and,
I will make use of this natural mystics that flows around.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Words
Words on this paper
Words in my head
Words while I'm texting
Computing
Unsaid
Words between people
Words on the phone
Words upon words
Even when I'm alone
Words from the Bible
I question
Don't mesh
Words from pornography
Making them flesh
Words with flat letters
Written in black
Good words and bad words
You cannot take back
Words that are shallow
Words that are deep
When they're too many
They put me to sleep
Words that I'm writing
And rhyming you read
Whatever I'm saying
There's prolly no need
Words from the alphabet
Words that can't be
When you are blind
And it's Braile that you see
Words that are worthless
And said on the fly
My words or your words
Are most likely lies
Words in a sentence
Wise words or fair
The only words earnest
Are those said in prayer
Written by Sara Fielder © 2011
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