Poetry competition CLOSED 7th December 2023 9:03pm
WINNER
Grace (IDryad)
Grace (IDryad)
RUNNERS-UP:
Jordan
and PAR
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Cultural Divination
Poetry Contest Description
Poem encapsulating a divinatory practice
From Astrology to Tarot, divination has been an integral part of our lives throughout time. I am looking for soul-depth and heartfelt connection to the practice in this competition. Toss the runes as though it means your life. Consult the Oracle from the depths of your spirit. What did she answer?
Guidelines:
Entries can be from any perspective between personal experience/practice to observation. How did it make you feel? How did it change your life? What did it teach you? I'm not looking for form here, but emotional experience.
Rules:
1. New Writes Only - one per person.
2. No word limit, I don't want to suppress the spirit; however, try not to write an epic.
3. Any modality of divination/culture accepted.
4. Spoken word permitted.
5. Images permitted.
Best of luck to all entrants.
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The gift of never knowing
What does tomorrow hold?
Goodness? Wealth? Fortune untold?
Maybe sorrows that know no end
perhaps you'll find a new friend.
There's no need to let your thoughts ramble
everyone is taking the gamble.
The gift of never knowing
is the future is always showing
just a glimmer of hope and possibilities
for the ones without sensibilities
so play your hand and cash in your chips
for tomorrow is merely a Reaper coin flip.
Goodness? Wealth? Fortune untold?
Maybe sorrows that know no end
perhaps you'll find a new friend.
There's no need to let your thoughts ramble
everyone is taking the gamble.
The gift of never knowing
is the future is always showing
just a glimmer of hope and possibilities
for the ones without sensibilities
so play your hand and cash in your chips
for tomorrow is merely a Reaper coin flip.
Written by LongTubiFree
(JustinSizemore)
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Moon over Borneo
gather near o’ kinfolks mine
by the fire's glow let's hear the chant
sacred circle and holding hands
let spirit's call from ancient mind
guidance we seek from realms of yore
wise ancestors’ spirits of old
your wisdom we seek for knowledge be
may the veil of time gently shift
guide us enlighten us o' wise one
we summon powers of the divine
we chant our mantra from earth's deep
incantations to scour the heavens high
we call upon the spirits from high
visions be granted our wishes be
darkness banish our sights be clear
as the sighs of gods
from mountain high
awaken to nurture nature more
our chants be heard
our sacrifices received
blood we anoint the soil
to fertile land we plant
the rice and ears of corn
be laden and heavy
under the sky over Borneo
by the fire's glow let's hear the chant
sacred circle and holding hands
let spirit's call from ancient mind
guidance we seek from realms of yore
wise ancestors’ spirits of old
your wisdom we seek for knowledge be
may the veil of time gently shift
guide us enlighten us o' wise one
we summon powers of the divine
we chant our mantra from earth's deep
incantations to scour the heavens high
we call upon the spirits from high
visions be granted our wishes be
darkness banish our sights be clear
as the sighs of gods
from mountain high
awaken to nurture nature more
our chants be heard
our sacrifices received
blood we anoint the soil
to fertile land we plant
the rice and ears of corn
be laden and heavy
under the sky over Borneo
Written by Grace
(IDryad)
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The Hanged Man
another body that falls
in psychotic vertigo
bird body that trembles
in a strange frenzy
the unexpected weight
of empty days of dry eyes
no tears no crystals
another body that falls
inanimate and dizzying
gold that covers skin
skin that browns meat
pulled muscle
a falling body
strange bird
uncertain trick
and the body falls
several bodies fall
almost all bodies
in decay
in free fall
ropes around the neck
arcane twelve
body that doesn't fall
no vertigo...
in psychotic vertigo
bird body that trembles
in a strange frenzy
the unexpected weight
of empty days of dry eyes
no tears no crystals
another body that falls
inanimate and dizzying
gold that covers skin
skin that browns meat
pulled muscle
a falling body
strange bird
uncertain trick
and the body falls
several bodies fall
almost all bodies
in decay
in free fall
ropes around the neck
arcane twelve
body that doesn't fall
no vertigo...
Written by PAR
(PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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Axis of Offering
As the Sun rises in the East
so too does gratitude:
"Here I am, behold me,
I am the sun.
I am you."
We are all cousins,
brothers and sisters
to everything in existence:
Sister Hawk, Brother Mountain
Sister Bear, Brother Cloud.
Spiritual dust rolls on
through our blood
no matter the name: God
Great Spirit, Allah, Jehovah—
what partially drifts through us
exists wholly as Itself.
As above, so below;
as within, so without.
There is no separation
of religion and life—
all acts are sacred rites
performed from the heart.
Time is not linear
it's cyclic: A circle
a spiral, and we are
the axis of the cycle
with an enduring place
in its heart.
Love is our religion,
nature our church—
and therein do we worship
with fire and feather
offering gratitude.
so too does gratitude:
"Here I am, behold me,
I am the sun.
I am you."
We are all cousins,
brothers and sisters
to everything in existence:
Sister Hawk, Brother Mountain
Sister Bear, Brother Cloud.
Spiritual dust rolls on
through our blood
no matter the name: God
Great Spirit, Allah, Jehovah—
what partially drifts through us
exists wholly as Itself.
As above, so below;
as within, so without.
There is no separation
of religion and life—
all acts are sacred rites
performed from the heart.
Time is not linear
it's cyclic: A circle
a spiral, and we are
the axis of the cycle
with an enduring place
in its heart.
Love is our religion,
nature our church—
and therein do we worship
with fire and feather
offering gratitude.
Written by Ahavati
(Tams)
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Not an entry.
Thank you all for entering. More fantastic submissions making my selection process difficult.
Jordon: The Definitive Divinatory Celebration of Nuts
I really enjoyed the serious humor of this. I do enjoy a good Brad Pitt movie, and Legends of the Fall was one. The infusion of humor with traditional ritual made for a very pleasant read. Congratulations on your second-place win.
LongTubiFree (JustinSizemore); The gift of never knowing: I liked the simple nature of the coin flip. It is a divinatory practice observed by many a coin-flipper. That you attributed it to the 'Reaper' is unique and viewed as a game of chance. Best to live in the moment while we can, because we never truly know when that coin is going to flip the other way. Thank you so much for entering.
Grace: Moon over Borneo; I knew this was going to be beautiful from the title, which rippled through me like moonlight over a horizon. What I loved about this piece was the ritualistic nature of it. It was prayerlike encompassing offering and gratitude for a future harvest. The imagery was amazing, particularly that final stanza - my family crest motto is "I feed you with my blood", and so that innately resonated within me.
Congratulations on your first-place win.
Par: The Hanged Man; I enjoyed this because it subtly references the tarot card connected to the Norse God, Odin, who suspended himself from a tree to gain knowledge. You also reference the number 12, which is the card number of the Hanged Man in the tarot. And yet, this is so open to interpretation that it could extend in many directions, just as a tarot reading is dependent upon the reading as a whole. I enjoyed the simple complexity of this.
Congratulations on your third-place win.
Jordon: The Definitive Divinatory Celebration of Nuts
I really enjoyed the serious humor of this. I do enjoy a good Brad Pitt movie, and Legends of the Fall was one. The infusion of humor with traditional ritual made for a very pleasant read. Congratulations on your second-place win.
LongTubiFree (JustinSizemore); The gift of never knowing: I liked the simple nature of the coin flip. It is a divinatory practice observed by many a coin-flipper. That you attributed it to the 'Reaper' is unique and viewed as a game of chance. Best to live in the moment while we can, because we never truly know when that coin is going to flip the other way. Thank you so much for entering.
Grace: Moon over Borneo; I knew this was going to be beautiful from the title, which rippled through me like moonlight over a horizon. What I loved about this piece was the ritualistic nature of it. It was prayerlike encompassing offering and gratitude for a future harvest. The imagery was amazing, particularly that final stanza - my family crest motto is "I feed you with my blood", and so that innately resonated within me.
Congratulations on your first-place win.
Par: The Hanged Man; I enjoyed this because it subtly references the tarot card connected to the Norse God, Odin, who suspended himself from a tree to gain knowledge. You also reference the number 12, which is the card number of the Hanged Man in the tarot. And yet, this is so open to interpretation that it could extend in many directions, just as a tarot reading is dependent upon the reading as a whole. I enjoyed the simple complexity of this.
Congratulations on your third-place win.
