Poetry competition CLOSED 6th June 2013 1:01am
WINNER
Angeliki (Angela Psyhopoulos)
Angeliki (Angela Psyhopoulos)
RUNNER-UP:
EngrVV
Page:
TRADITION
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
TRADITION - YOURS OR ANOTHERS
1. write up to 3 poems about "tradition"...your own or someone else's....there is a lot of information.....
2. the poem may be any genre or type
3. the poem may be any length
4. even if you are writing about your own tradition - please double check...that is ...because traditions change...within ethnic groups and religions
5.FOR THE BEST EXAMPLE OF WHAT I AM LOOKING FOR:
look below
Poetic Engineer
(EngrVV)
Sharing My Traditions
1. he is SHARING his TRADITIONS
2. his font is LARGE and READABLE
3. he has added a photo to ILLUSTRATE
This does not mean he will win
However...for those who have not yet shared
your poem....here is an excellent example.
6. more instructions will be added as needed if I have failed to give you everything you need to know
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tra·di·tion [truh-dish-uhn] Show IPA
noun
1.
the handing down of statements, beliefs, legends, customs, information, etc., from generation to generation, especially by word of mouth or by practice: a story that has come down to us by popular tradition.
2.
something that is handed down: the traditions of the Inuit.
3.
a long-established or inherited way of thinking or acting: The rebellious students wanted to break with tradition.
4.
a continuing pattern of culture beliefs or practices.
5.
a customary or characteristic method or manner: The winner took a victory lap in the usual track tradition.
http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/tradition
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tradition
2. the poem may be any genre or type
3. the poem may be any length
4. even if you are writing about your own tradition - please double check...that is ...because traditions change...within ethnic groups and religions
5.FOR THE BEST EXAMPLE OF WHAT I AM LOOKING FOR:
look below
Poetic Engineer
(EngrVV)
Sharing My Traditions
1. he is SHARING his TRADITIONS
2. his font is LARGE and READABLE
3. he has added a photo to ILLUSTRATE
This does not mean he will win
However...for those who have not yet shared
your poem....here is an excellent example.
6. more instructions will be added as needed if I have failed to give you everything you need to know
--------------------------------------------------
tra·di·tion [truh-dish-uhn] Show IPA
noun
1.
the handing down of statements, beliefs, legends, customs, information, etc., from generation to generation, especially by word of mouth or by practice: a story that has come down to us by popular tradition.
2.
something that is handed down: the traditions of the Inuit.
3.
a long-established or inherited way of thinking or acting: The rebellious students wanted to break with tradition.
4.
a continuing pattern of culture beliefs or practices.
5.
a customary or characteristic method or manner: The winner took a victory lap in the usual track tradition.
http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/tradition
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tradition
Anonymous
The Obvious Tradition
BY BILL BERKSON
I haven’t remembered anything, only the names
and that their dates have been replaced by fees
toted up out of mischief:
a whopping yellow sun, finesse swallowed hard,
a scrapbook in pantyhose dawdling beside some Shreveport-like expanse.
But now you see it, she’s supposed to call.
Surely neither will converse, they merely tell,
succumbing to a disorderly shelf life like Tampax in June.
Salute the budding terminus where the East Side was.
Can there be a way to redefine the tense behind its jaunts,
the pubescent imagery a hand calls forth
as, rippling, it is thrust into the brine?
The phantom tugboat slips along
in depths past Garbo’s awnings and the united glaze
which wilts, harnessing dim signatories in the windows’ sarong.
Do things go further in need as I could? Or are they immune?
How else have I been taught to guess
and then been told to know, because matter equals good?
A silken light masks the entrance to the market proofs of time.
Bill Berkson, "The Obvious Tradition" from Portrait and Dream: New and Selected Poems. Copyright © 2009 by Bill Berkson. Reprinted by permission of Coffee House Press.
CONTACT POETRY FOUNDATION
© 2013 Poetry Foundation
BY BILL BERKSON
I haven’t remembered anything, only the names
and that their dates have been replaced by fees
toted up out of mischief:
a whopping yellow sun, finesse swallowed hard,
a scrapbook in pantyhose dawdling beside some Shreveport-like expanse.
But now you see it, she’s supposed to call.
Surely neither will converse, they merely tell,
succumbing to a disorderly shelf life like Tampax in June.
Salute the budding terminus where the East Side was.
Can there be a way to redefine the tense behind its jaunts,
the pubescent imagery a hand calls forth
as, rippling, it is thrust into the brine?
The phantom tugboat slips along
in depths past Garbo’s awnings and the united glaze
which wilts, harnessing dim signatories in the windows’ sarong.
Do things go further in need as I could? Or are they immune?
How else have I been taught to guess
and then been told to know, because matter equals good?
A silken light masks the entrance to the market proofs of time.
Bill Berkson, "The Obvious Tradition" from Portrait and Dream: New and Selected Poems. Copyright © 2009 by Bill Berkson. Reprinted by permission of Coffee House Press.
CONTACT POETRY FOUNDATION
© 2013 Poetry Foundation
Anonymous
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gRdfX7ut8gw
If you give me this...I will boil you in chicken soup.....
If you give me this...I will boil you in chicken soup.....
Same pants my dad wore in 1986
When Internet wasn't invented I sold encyclopedia bliss
Is there a hidden genre that's carrying a private epidemic
I was self tought by ecyclopedia mechanic books
And now I work for the State
I'm another bookworm an I'm here to stay
I don't need propaganda on every second take
My teacher is Archery school
I SHoot ice cubes in the sun
I study at night time with a torch
and my home education nooki one
My nooki my book I do understand
why people look for that musky smell in the end
You'll never get the same information on WIKIPEDIA generation.
So pass your encyclopedias down to the next generation
The price has lowered its standards but the name has been reborn
DID you know BRITANICCA IS NOW CALLED "COMPTON"
SO now we have a winner , our job done right.
IT was 1996 when BEAVIS and BUTTHEAD said COMPTON to SNOOP DOG's HOME.
ITS a little more personal the philosophy taught when you smell that MUSK
One you will never Smell when surfing glass.
When Internet wasn't invented I sold encyclopedia bliss
Is there a hidden genre that's carrying a private epidemic
I was self tought by ecyclopedia mechanic books
And now I work for the State
I'm another bookworm an I'm here to stay
I don't need propaganda on every second take
My teacher is Archery school
I SHoot ice cubes in the sun
I study at night time with a torch
and my home education nooki one
My nooki my book I do understand
why people look for that musky smell in the end
You'll never get the same information on WIKIPEDIA generation.
So pass your encyclopedias down to the next generation
The price has lowered its standards but the name has been reborn
DID you know BRITANICCA IS NOW CALLED "COMPTON"
SO now we have a winner , our job done right.
IT was 1996 when BEAVIS and BUTTHEAD said COMPTON to SNOOP DOG's HOME.
ITS a little more personal the philosophy taught when you smell that MUSK
One you will never Smell when surfing glass.
My traditional schizophrenia
Promoted by DOCTORS WHO consider it Art
than why give me those traditional pills
to listen to an unknown sun
Thay whisper day and night sweet nothing
And I know I'm not in my habitual environment I sow
I sow the land I walk upon to walk the thread I pass
why do thay undo it when its my foot on the grass
Is it tradition of an ethnic creating another version
of Google Chrome lurking for answers for the latest diversion.
I'll sow the land again but I'm still living to pass
the schizophrenia God has sent me wheeling for my path.
Promoted by DOCTORS WHO consider it Art
than why give me those traditional pills
to listen to an unknown sun
Thay whisper day and night sweet nothing
And I know I'm not in my habitual environment I sow
I sow the land I walk upon to walk the thread I pass
why do thay undo it when its my foot on the grass
Is it tradition of an ethnic creating another version
of Google Chrome lurking for answers for the latest diversion.
I'll sow the land again but I'm still living to pass
the schizophrenia God has sent me wheeling for my path.
If you try this Greek Fetta you'll be busy
with the cheese whiz
Petrol smelling flannelette with checkered squares
that niche cease, with every dish it goes quite well
don't bother Maria's cheese dish
She passes it on to another tradition and the country adopts
its genious, Bulgarian Fetta, Australian Fetta where is the Americana,
So here's a taste from Greek couisine traditional globe dishrama.
with the cheese whiz
Petrol smelling flannelette with checkered squares
that niche cease, with every dish it goes quite well
don't bother Maria's cheese dish
She passes it on to another tradition and the country adopts
its genious, Bulgarian Fetta, Australian Fetta where is the Americana,
So here's a taste from Greek couisine traditional globe dishrama.
Our traditional Wedding....
Is still going On,
Where the groom is one,
Which the parents Look on.
No choices of bride,
but still goes with a pride,
And after marriage only,
the bride Knows the Groom...On Her First night.
Its amazing and strange,
That still in twentieth century....we are same,
But Traditions are still going on,
As Till Now Gals are treating like mason.
Is still going On,
Where the groom is one,
Which the parents Look on.
No choices of bride,
but still goes with a pride,
And after marriage only,
the bride Knows the Groom...On Her First night.
Its amazing and strange,
That still in twentieth century....we are same,
But Traditions are still going on,
As Till Now Gals are treating like mason.
Anonymous
Thank you for starting the competition.
_______________________________________________________
FOR THE BEST EXAMPLE OF WHAT I AM LOOKING FOR:
look below
Poetic Engineer
(EngrVV)
Sharing My Traditions
1. he is SHARING his TRADITIONS
2. his font is LARGE and READABLE
3. he has added a photo to ILLUSTRATE
This does not mean he will win
However...for those who have not yet shared
your poem....here is an excellent example.
_______________________________________________________
FOR THE BEST EXAMPLE OF WHAT I AM LOOKING FOR:
look below
Poetic Engineer
(EngrVV)
Sharing My Traditions
1. he is SHARING his TRADITIONS
2. his font is LARGE and READABLE
3. he has added a photo to ILLUSTRATE
This does not mean he will win
However...for those who have not yet shared
your poem....here is an excellent example.
Sharing My Traditions
In my island paradise, where I was born
there's plenty of local and family traditions:
from mundane to colorful,
and religious to eerie rituals.
There's so many of them handed down
from generations to generations;
Allow me to share only a few,
for your enlightenment and short review.
Moriones festival is our hallmark tradition
celebrated annually during the Lenten season:
the re-enactment of the legend
of Longinus - the blind Roman centurion,
who thrust a spear - known as the Holy Lance,
into the ribs of Jesus during his crucifixion.
Christ's blood fell upon his eyes,
and was able to see; thus Longinus believed
in Jesus Christ and converted to Christianity!
Popularly known to occult circles,
as the Spear of Destiny - obsessed by Hitler
for he believed it would make him
omnipotent and indestructible!
The devotees paraded as Roman soldiers
in pantomime and colorful costumes,
and continuously chase Longinus during the day;
while at night... both young and older folks
recite the passion of Christ in verses.
Queue of flagellants scourging themselves
under the scorching heat of the summer sun,
and someone who portrays Christ's suffering
get nailed on the cross on Good Fridays,
while Longinus is awaiting for his beheading
on Easter Sundays, early in the morning.
These, and many more...
are part of our religious rituals and traditions.
Our next tradition is "Flores de Mayo" -
Flowers of May,
which is both cultural and religious in nature:
offering of fresh scented flowers
to the blessed "Virgin Mother"
which starts on the first of May,
and culminates on the last day...
The last day is celebrated in grandeur,
with a colorful and vibrant procession
known as the "Santacruzan,"
depicting the finding of the Holy Cross--
in Jerusalem by Queen Helena -
mother of Constantine the Great.
Introduced to us by the Spaniards,
the Santacruzan has since become part
of our traditions, which symbolizes
youth, love and romance.
Then there's the "Putong" or coronation
where the celebrants and guests to an occasion,
are treated special, just like royalties:
showered with flowers
while locals sing and dance,
then the beautiful maidens in town
will adorn the honored celebrants and guests' heads
with colorful makeshift crowns.
After the coronation comes a sumptuous feast:
of whole roasted pigs, considered the best
with fresh fruits and vegetables,
bountiful harvest of the season.
As I mentioned earlier, I will only name a few
for if I have to tell you all; I'll be writing
a whole book of traditions...
but to omit very important family traditions:
kissing the hands of the elderly,
and bowing of heads even to strangers -
signs of respect and obedience
I'm bound to comit a mortal sin
to my heritage and its future generations,
for these are, what make us...
truly unique, and proud!
In my island paradise, where I was born
there's plenty of local and family traditions:
from mundane to colorful,
and religious to eerie rituals.
There's so many of them handed down
from generations to generations;
Allow me to share only a few,
for your enlightenment and short review.
Moriones festival is our hallmark tradition
celebrated annually during the Lenten season:
the re-enactment of the legend
of Longinus - the blind Roman centurion,
who thrust a spear - known as the Holy Lance,
into the ribs of Jesus during his crucifixion.
Christ's blood fell upon his eyes,
and was able to see; thus Longinus believed
in Jesus Christ and converted to Christianity!
Popularly known to occult circles,
as the Spear of Destiny - obsessed by Hitler
for he believed it would make him
omnipotent and indestructible!
The devotees paraded as Roman soldiers
in pantomime and colorful costumes,
and continuously chase Longinus during the day;
while at night... both young and older folks
recite the passion of Christ in verses.
Queue of flagellants scourging themselves
under the scorching heat of the summer sun,
and someone who portrays Christ's suffering
get nailed on the cross on Good Fridays,
while Longinus is awaiting for his beheading
on Easter Sundays, early in the morning.
These, and many more...
are part of our religious rituals and traditions.
Our next tradition is "Flores de Mayo" -
Flowers of May,
which is both cultural and religious in nature:
offering of fresh scented flowers
to the blessed "Virgin Mother"
which starts on the first of May,
and culminates on the last day...
The last day is celebrated in grandeur,
with a colorful and vibrant procession
known as the "Santacruzan,"
depicting the finding of the Holy Cross--
in Jerusalem by Queen Helena -
mother of Constantine the Great.
Introduced to us by the Spaniards,
the Santacruzan has since become part
of our traditions, which symbolizes
youth, love and romance.
Then there's the "Putong" or coronation
where the celebrants and guests to an occasion,
are treated special, just like royalties:
showered with flowers
while locals sing and dance,
then the beautiful maidens in town
will adorn the honored celebrants and guests' heads
with colorful makeshift crowns.
After the coronation comes a sumptuous feast:
of whole roasted pigs, considered the best
with fresh fruits and vegetables,
bountiful harvest of the season.
As I mentioned earlier, I will only name a few
for if I have to tell you all; I'll be writing
a whole book of traditions...
but to omit very important family traditions:
kissing the hands of the elderly,
and bowing of heads even to strangers -
signs of respect and obedience
I'm bound to comit a mortal sin
to my heritage and its future generations,
for these are, what make us...
truly unique, and proud!
Anonymous
Traditionally
I'd like to think, I'm no more wholesome
washing dishes, staring out the window
than I am on my knees, in the buff
according to tradition
a whore is one doing anything
that could make her a mother
and when I walk into an off-beat pub
as worn from the road as any other
the eyes scanning my physique
give me a label and a box to sit in
my money's come just as hard
my downs as low as any
but I know how quick the bar-stools turn
if I seem a bit too friendly
in a traditional place
filled with old fashioned folks
it's like a joke, that I sit
trying to pick a side
it's either lesbo feminist
or damsel in distress
the lines they draw
don't expand
but it's not funny
to hear a line like
honey, you look good holding that guitar
I like that shirt, sets off your eyes
even though I just jammed 20 minutes on slide
or when they think I should park my bike
jump on the back, let them drive
and I just rigged the fuse box
with a match cover, in the dark
or when I'm fishing
enjoying the surf, taking it all in
and some old helpful napoleon
rushes to my aid
even though I've explained
how I caught what they can't
rigged their lines and shared my bait
when they'd walk up to my car
start telling me about it
that's a '68 classic!
really? I never knew that
when I bought it
even covered in grease, cursing break pads
and these new motors, damn computers
a special tool for every job, can't reach shit
beer in hand, hair in a ball-cap
I've heard- be careful honey, the engine's hot
and in the tradition of the girls before me
who fought the man to get the vote
ran the world's economy while the boys were off to war
even played their sports
I'll be a woman
who will roar
and they only get that stupid once
Birthday
celebrating another
year older, another
year hopefully finds you
wiser, the seasons fast vanish
I sit here reflecting
reminiscing life's lessons
I've been
down
this road
before I free
fall to the end
Watch me take the stage
its been one hell
of a ride
watch me
fly
I
hardly venture
out much these
days, but this day
comes once a year
happy birthday mate
here's to
you
celebrating another
year older, another
year hopefully finds you
wiser, the seasons fast vanish
I sit here reflecting
reminiscing life's lessons
I've been
down
this road
before I free
fall to the end
Watch me take the stage
its been one hell
of a ride
watch me
fly
I
hardly venture
out much these
days, but this day
comes once a year
happy birthday mate
here's to
you
Catatonic at the dinner table
And pleasantly so
For here I am joined by the bloodline
The seeds of tradition are sown here
Watered with the liquors
And fed with the tourtičre of older generations
When this land was nothing but trees and beavers
They drank and ate
It was all they had to enjo
The origins of Joi de Vivre
And all these centuries later
We do not run through the woods
We run through the streets
Once we pause the frantic winds
We bathe in the light of tradition
Soaking in the tying principles
Of ancestors
We are proud to be from this strange province
We do not shy away from what we were
From what we are
And what we hope to be
That to me is true tradition
And pleasantly so
For here I am joined by the bloodline
The seeds of tradition are sown here
Watered with the liquors
And fed with the tourtičre of older generations
When this land was nothing but trees and beavers
They drank and ate
It was all they had to enjo
The origins of Joi de Vivre
And all these centuries later
We do not run through the woods
We run through the streets
Once we pause the frantic winds
We bathe in the light of tradition
Soaking in the tying principles
Of ancestors
We are proud to be from this strange province
We do not shy away from what we were
From what we are
And what we hope to be
That to me is true tradition
