Holy Spirit – Poem by Mario Vitale

whispers…
a shudder,
to frolic in the dire ambiance
a spiritual awakening
a peace that passes all understanding
the go between
the comforter
a heart saturated with truth
in order to withstand the true test of time
angelic premonition
a deep longing

to seek deep into the heart of the manifestation of God
Jesus came to open our hearts
to turn us from Satan onto God
that we may have forgiveness of sins
inheritance among us which is sanctified within thee
the soft pitter patter of sandalled feet
a breath of wind
to light to sunset amidst the day
a humble need to bow the knee to pray

Holy Spirit I surrender take me where you want to go
help me daily in your presence so that I may grow
with tempter on fire with blazing eyes of vengeance
daily my portion will be just to be with you
love is the essence of my inner existence
God is not a man that he should lie
comfort my heart may you never depart
live your light through us
give us wisdom therefore with all thy getting gain understanding
keep us by the power of your spirit
give us the strength to over come sin, self and Satan
a challenge to be free is a question of time
light of illumination
sought to be with us to the end as believers.
Amen

-by Mario Vitale, Wolcott, CT

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Aura – Poem by Mario Vitale

Shades of pine grafted in again resign

Shattered pine in elm certain grove alone

My meadow had a thorn certain credit

The factual harm of its heartless swarm

Featured within in the created design with pine

Eyes sharpened as a willow in garb

The tornado sequence has even the fog alone

Again tempers fly like never before

Blatant lies have come at no surprise

In parts unknown an aura of repute to harm

Sound the alarm in fetters arm

Choirs of saints in regard to its beckoning drawn

Empire strain inside my brain fragments of cure

The surface of the sun has tainted my vision with harm

Sound the alarm again my faithful friend by whom we can depend

Shattered glass on the parchment floor

Aura

An impulse deep in regards to the heart

Shades of pine will line the volume of scattered pillows

A willow in derision you made a final decision

A thought provoking reason to believe in

Shattered memory’s in the moments of innocence with a plight of disbelief

We have soon turned over a brand new leaf

Timeless peaks in a swell shattered fragments from within

A great design still sublime in its timeless parts the heart

Aura

Jim Morrison had it

Janis Joplin couldn’t stop it

Jimi Hendrix sought this quick fix

An unbelievable call being caught in the mix!

-by Mario Vitale, Wolcott, CT

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Something Inside Me – Poem by Lola Hornof

 I do not know what it is,
But it is inside me,
The desire to be better,
To grow as a human being,
To fulfill my dreams,
To try for a better life,
It is all up to me,
And my choices,
I choose to improve,
And take the steps to do it.

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A Friend Like You – Poem by Lola Hornof

Everyone needs a friend.
Just like you,
Helping them out,
Talking them through,
Tough times,
And bad situations,
Life’s constant ups and downs,
Unforeseen complications,
To share a smile here and there,
Laughter and giggling too,
You are someone who really does care,
Accepts you for you.
Everyone needs a friend like you.

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Supernatural – Poem by Mario Vitale

Inside my brain lest I refrain
lies a deep impulse to explode
The notion of love that comes from heaven above
I was given this gift as a child
with pad and pen & a need to pretend

Hands, heart, face and smile
cause I knew all the while that in time I would shine
to feel the warmth on my face by the sun
the conquest at hand to have a bit of fun
Although those many years would pass
I had every viable reason to grasp

Therefore gain wisdom and with all thy getting gain understanding
a challenge to be set free was a question of time
I had to sit down and learn how to rhyme
of far off places with kings and queens
just another flavor of my favorite ice cream
I searched high and low to be found

Inside I used to hide behind four walls in my mind
solitude…
Why does one negate logic for fear?
For I shed a single tear to help numb the inner pain
not having a good book in hand was driving me insane
Suddenly I found myself in the fast lane getting lost again

Until the supernatural came in
now I could hold my breath and count to number ten
a beacon of hope to a hurting world in search of love
fallen from the heaven’s from God above,
I fell in love with a unique craft of poetry
lost in sullen brevity amidst its extremities
Finally came full circle to who I really am
just to know deep inside that God alone had a plan

-by Mario Vitale, Wolcott, CT

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Tomorrow People – Poem by Mario Vitale

I planted a single seed left long ago
In time roots sprung up out of the fertile soil
In the game of life your time is very brief
Try turning over a brand new leaf

Many people today seem so very out of reach
These are desolate times yet we settle for ill faded rhymes
Casualties are enormous for a stated cause that’s atrocious
A mothers cry as the door bell rings

Vanishing salute to freedom as the church choir sings
Let’s look above to the heavenly love
Merciful one come take this chip off my shoulder
Stop the senseless fighting as our nation grows a bit colder

Tomorrow let’s pray for better days
Instead of people getting caught in a purple haze
Eyes, face & hands
When will we ever live to understand

You can’t stand in line while kicking it to the man
How you have fought so hard and fierce
My truest love is gone from here
A challenge to be free is a question of time

Tomorrow people will achieve if one can perceive
It’s more then a philosophical rant
One must succumb to the business at hand
Hopefully someday all will understand

For love is the true essence of one’s inner existence
A beacon of light to a hurting world in need of hope
Hope that can evoke feelings of positivity
In a land so full of their negativity

-by Mario Vitale, Wolcott, CT

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