Poems about Culture
#culture
Poems about culture, here you'll find poetry about the cultural behaviour, ideas and customs of human societies. Anthropology poems about phenomena transmitted through social learning in human societies. Poems about culture; the beliefs, language and values of particular social, ethnic or age groups.
JAZZMANOR
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:43pm
Yesterday 7:43pm
Bye Pac Conference
My first job outside the home
usher for UCLA/ USC football
back then known as the Pac 10
I knew the Coliseum well
Both mom dad studied at USC
(Westwood was off limits for people of color back then)
my brother briefly coached at SC
and the school was a walk away from the grandparents
Alternative Saturdays my dad and then I
worked as Trojan/ Bruin game staff
eventually added Pauley Pavilion
and the 84 Olympics
Always fun to see Pac 10 battles
USC legend in football
UCLA in basketball
but...
usher for UCLA/ USC football
back then known as the Pac 10
I knew the Coliseum well
Both mom dad studied at USC
(Westwood was off limits for people of color back then)
my brother briefly coached at SC
and the school was a walk away from the grandparents
Alternative Saturdays my dad and then I
worked as Trojan/ Bruin game staff
eventually added Pauley Pavilion
and the 84 Olympics
Always fun to see Pac 10 battles
USC legend in football
UCLA in basketball
but...
#strength
#courage
#culture #tradition
#culture #tradition
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
20th Sep 2022 3:47am
20th Sep 2022 3:47am
The Fields Of Lineage
The whispers of yesteryear are so near
I hear my ancestors crying for the freedom their soul, a thousand tears
In the bosom of the North star singing such sweet lullabies
Voices in union, their pleads hoping to be heard by the skins
Wading in the water the soothing visions of their Kingdom shall be done
As weary souls, blistered feet continued to march on
The New World just across the ravine, no more linked chins, no more plantation of skin scorching in the sun
Our victory shall be won
To forget the past, one is deemed to relive it ...
I hear my ancestors crying for the freedom their soul, a thousand tears
In the bosom of the North star singing such sweet lullabies
Voices in union, their pleads hoping to be heard by the skins
Wading in the water the soothing visions of their Kingdom shall be done
As weary souls, blistered feet continued to march on
The New World just across the ravine, no more linked chins, no more plantation of skin scorching in the sun
Our victory shall be won
To forget the past, one is deemed to relive it ...
#love
#spiritual
#meditation
#philosophical
#culture
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brownwidow
Susie13
Susie13
Poem Published
13th Sep 2022 8:59am
13th Sep 2022 8:59am
Eternal Student
The eternal student craves knowledge
And the depths of eternal wisdom
Not to fill the ego of self
But because they are in a constant covetous state of mine
Yearning to be fulfilled but not by outer sources such as materialism, temporary lovers and pleasures
But with what lies in between the lines of each academia consumed
And what the universe beyond the earthly bound must illuminate
They do not understand the entropy of life’s sufferance
They are derided for not taking interest in current high-class fashion and mudsling
Ridiculed for...
And the depths of eternal wisdom
Not to fill the ego of self
But because they are in a constant covetous state of mine
Yearning to be fulfilled but not by outer sources such as materialism, temporary lovers and pleasures
But with what lies in between the lines of each academia consumed
And what the universe beyond the earthly bound must illuminate
They do not understand the entropy of life’s sufferance
They are derided for not taking interest in current high-class fashion and mudsling
Ridiculed for...
#death
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#culture
#wisdom
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Mind_The_Step
Poem Published
10th Sep 2022 5:03pm
10th Sep 2022 5:03pm
Lady
Smoking my whopper joint,
With a lovely cup of tea,
Like a proper lady.
With a lovely cup of tea,
Like a proper lady.
#identity
#drugs
#honesty #culture
#honesty #culture
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SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
5th Sep 2022 6:24am
5th Sep 2022 6:24am
NDN
How can you mourn and
Celebrate at the same time?
Ask an Indian
Celebrate at the same time?
Ask an Indian
#senryu
#culture
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Rachelleundrgrd
Poem Published
4th Sep 2022 3:43am
4th Sep 2022 3:43am
Plug and Play
They dressed her up in patent leather and named her Rachelle.
They didn’t know that it would matter, but they needed a name, so they chose something they found sexy.
They kept her tethered in the cellar. She didn’t need vitamin D anyway, was their thought about the whole thing, if they even ever thought about the whole thing.
After all, she didn’t have feelings.
Plug and play.
At their pleasure.
One tit bigger than the other, because they couldn’t agree, so why choose - can’t we have it all?
Masters and creators of the perfect little toy. ...
They didn’t know that it would matter, but they needed a name, so they chose something they found sexy.
They kept her tethered in the cellar. She didn’t need vitamin D anyway, was their thought about the whole thing, if they even ever thought about the whole thing.
After all, she didn’t have feelings.
Plug and play.
At their pleasure.
One tit bigger than the other, because they couldn’t agree, so why choose - can’t we have it all?
Masters and creators of the perfect little toy. ...
#technology
#culture
#morality #scifi
#morality #scifi
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4 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
4th Sep 2022 2:07am
4th Sep 2022 2:07am
british films of the fifties
always had the good chaps,
I remember, in overcoats, smoking pipes and wearing trilbies, very sensibly, on an overcast day in november
I remember, in overcoats, smoking pipes and wearing trilbies, very sensibly, on an overcast day in november
#culture
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PoetSpeak
Poem Published
30th Aug 2022 10:39pm
30th Aug 2022 10:39pm
Self Portrait ( Box Head )
Box Head
Silent movie
Origins
Artist
Crooked smile
No words
Silent movie
Origins
Artist
Crooked smile
No words
#identity
#SelfReflection
#art #culture
#art #culture
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Razzerleaf
Poem Published
26th Aug 2022 00:19am
26th Aug 2022 00:19am
Bilingual
While a frozen beer glass
melts in the heat,
a Motorhead tee shirt
gets played on repeat.
my overdressed legs
are stuck to the seat,
when I close my mind
I can hear the beach.
So I'm falling forward
back to the crime,
my eyes are seasick
guess you must be blind.
On days like these
we can take all the time
and all I can do is smile.
The toilets are through
a back room bar
where bald old men
sit smoking cigars
I ask for a light
and they show me their scars ...
melts in the heat,
a Motorhead tee shirt
gets played on repeat.
my overdressed legs
are stuck to the seat,
when I close my mind
I can hear the beach.
So I'm falling forward
back to the crime,
my eyes are seasick
guess you must be blind.
On days like these
we can take all the time
and all I can do is smile.
The toilets are through
a back room bar
where bald old men
sit smoking cigars
I ask for a light
and they show me their scars ...
#holiday
#travel
#culture #tradition
#culture #tradition
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
25th Aug 2022 6:59am
25th Aug 2022 6:59am
Delirium Consortia
In my bookworm dreamscape of ancient books
Lay the motto "tamquam explorator"
Next to Roddy McDowall's nerdy looks
As a villainous literary conservator.
Oh do not think this link has gone too far
For erudition is an ageless thing
And library contents can be bizarre
When you add what an internet may bring.
That's not bad for a television brat
And l must justify myself somehow,
So why not by way of rambling scat
That combines the lower with the higher brow?
Strong argument that Jake and the Fatman
Be remade as Ben Jonson and The...
Lay the motto "tamquam explorator"
Next to Roddy McDowall's nerdy looks
As a villainous literary conservator.
Oh do not think this link has gone too far
For erudition is an ageless thing
And library contents can be bizarre
When you add what an internet may bring.
That's not bad for a television brat
And l must justify myself somehow,
So why not by way of rambling scat
That combines the lower with the higher brow?
Strong argument that Jake and the Fatman
Be remade as Ben Jonson and The...
#culture
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
25th Aug 2022 6:55am
25th Aug 2022 6:55am
Ode to a Torn Page
Barbaric traditions beckon and plead
For the souls of men and women alike.
All with scripture must be neatly agreed
To keep their heads from the tip of a pike.
But patriot pagans are equally nuts
With their hatred of all foreign vagrants.
Cravings of violence churn in their guts
To burst forth brutal populist fragrance.
Just how do they afford those biker tattoos
Or veins pumped full of heroin and meth
All as fodder for the recovery blues
About some musician's premature death?
It's as if lives exist for poor choice
With lucid...
For the souls of men and women alike.
All with scripture must be neatly agreed
To keep their heads from the tip of a pike.
But patriot pagans are equally nuts
With their hatred of all foreign vagrants.
Cravings of violence churn in their guts
To burst forth brutal populist fragrance.
Just how do they afford those biker tattoos
Or veins pumped full of heroin and meth
All as fodder for the recovery blues
About some musician's premature death?
It's as if lives exist for poor choice
With lucid...
#violence
#ignorance
#culture
#poverty
#reading
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
12th Aug 2022 1:19am
12th Aug 2022 1:19am
Today's Countenance
If the television set is to be believed then representatives of the fair sex are now expected to air brush away all traces of perceived wretchedness from their very own visages while the troglodytic male members of our species may lounge about with no care whatsoever regarding their manly facial flaws or beard bound meal chunks. I'm sure all that is fair somehow...but I don't see it.
True love, as hot as a panful of Neruda verse, never requires such artificial bracings and cupid's dart will not always wait for my lady's face.
Things are now dangerously informal...
True love, as hot as a panful of Neruda verse, never requires such artificial bracings and cupid's dart will not always wait for my lady's face.
Things are now dangerously informal...
#culture
#masculinity
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