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Poems
by Jack Spirko
I began writing poetry as I became aware of my spiritual
nature and as I have found answers to the "great questions" I write
far less. It seems that a suffering poet is more often visited by the muse then
a happy one. As of late I have been inspired by many things and have plans to
write more.
After you check out my poetry please take a moment to
view the poetry submitted by members of Celestine View by clicking the link at
the top of the page. Want to see your poetry here then just send me your
work for review by email.
The following poems are my original work from a period of over 8
years. To me poetry is a celebration of life and earth. The most basic and pure
prayer is poetry.
"Today I am thankful that the sky is blue, the
grass is green and the sun warmed the ground"
background courtesy of
Coug2wolfs
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Mother
Earth
Each
morning we are gifted
With the warmth of the morning sun
And each night we are gifted
With the stars above
Each
day we are shown
The miracle of birth
And the joy of growth
And the beauty they hold
Each
spring you give us new life
Every fall you plant rainbows in the trees
In wintertime you provide rest
So that we can appreciate summers warmth
Much
has been done to wound you
Yet you continue to give
Hoping that one day
We will come to know
That
you Mother Earth are a gift
That has been given to us with love
And only through our love of this gift
May you be saved
-Jack
Spirko
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Unseen Angels
Angels don’t just live
As forms of mystical art
For at least once everyday
An angel touches our heart
When someone shows us
Just how strong we can be
They’re an angel with wings
We simply can’t see
Even when we’re sad
And our spirits are broke
With their care and a touch
They can give us hope
Angels do all this
Without a brag or a boast
And they always show up
When we need them the most
Angels don’t just live
in heaven
They’re here every day
For who but an Angel
Could teach our children to play
-Jack Spirko
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I refuse to surrender
I refuse to surrender
To those who say
That I am a fool
To believe in love
To those who claim
We must accept the system
Or perish like scattered ashes
Of a fire at night
I will never give into the piranha
Who tear away at the flesh of faith
Nor to those who have no heart
And believe that to possess
Such a thing is a weakness
I will never surrender to those
Who see no beauty in a sunset
Nor to those who view flowers
Simply as mulch for crops of timber
For a man without love
Truly is no man at all
And a man with love
Can see all of this and more
Because a man with love
Sees with his heart
And hears with his soul
And could never surrender
To a weak man who has
No heart or love
And is blind and deaf
To what is real!
-Jack Spirko
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The Touch
of a Woman
The touch of a
woman
Is a beautiful thing
It makes the body feel young
And causes the heart to sing
The touch of a
woman
Is a wondrous joy
It makes a man view life
As when he was a boy
The touch of a
woman
Is a beautiful sight
It can make a strong man gentle
And bring passion at night
The touch of a
woman
Can cause a sleeping man to wake
And even cause his body
To tremble and to shake
The touch of a
woman
Is indeed a thrill
Yet the love of a woman
Is even greater still
-Jack Spirko
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| The Snake
Condemned
and cursed by society
Hated and despised and even
Considered as a servant of Satan
The very symbol of evil
Yet what evil do you do?
Kill, yes but only in defense
Such an act by a human
Is considered heroic
And you ask only
To be left in peace
For something to feed upon
For the warmth of the sun
For a mate
And to exist in the silent
Unchanged beauty of nature
Though you are condemned
If those who condemn you
Followed the example you leave
The world would be a better place
For all of us.
-Jack Spirko
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