Least Read Poems About Tradition
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LilDragonFly
Poem Published
8th May 2022 6:43pm
8th May 2022 6:43pm
Maltese Breeze
The cool salty sea air
has a certain flair
a certain je ne sais quoi
any time of day
For defiance is all around
this bold intrepid ground
where knights and emperors
did once roam
Battles fought then won
beneath the bright sun
beneath the Maltese Cross
where courage still remains
A crossroad for the world
with each flag unfurled
within the broad harbor
astern on each rigged ship
While I sit in this sidewalk cafe
at the end of a splendid day
sad to...
has a certain flair
a certain je ne sais quoi
any time of day
For defiance is all around
this bold intrepid ground
where knights and emperors
did once roam
Battles fought then won
beneath the bright sun
beneath the Maltese Cross
where courage still remains
A crossroad for the world
with each flag unfurled
within the broad harbor
astern on each rigged ship
While I sit in this sidewalk cafe
at the end of a splendid day
sad to...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#travel
#culture
#tradition
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
20th Dec 2022 7:04pm
20th Dec 2022 7:04pm
TRAIN A CHILD
Train a child in the way he should go
Is not only a question of the mind
But that of the soul.
Train a child with God's Word and bind
The Word to his hands and let it flow
Through the child's desert storm.
Lately, wondering if cute little fables
Legends and fairy tales do more wrong than good.
When all is laid flat on round tables
Do they create more damage than understood?
"They're just children!" Someone may say
Yet there's a long road ahead of affliction and pain
Why should they be damagd by winds blowing them away
Like...
Is not only a question of the mind
But that of the soul.
Train a child with God's Word and bind
The Word to his hands and let it flow
Through the child's desert storm.
Lately, wondering if cute little fables
Legends and fairy tales do more wrong than good.
When all is laid flat on round tables
Do they create more damage than understood?
"They're just children!" Someone may say
Yet there's a long road ahead of affliction and pain
Why should they be damagd by winds blowing them away
Like...
#faith
#TruthOfLife
#tradition
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LilDragonFly
Poem Published
29th Mar 2022 7:07pm
29th Mar 2022 7:07pm
Spirit Feather
I often feel the bloom
of the lone white plume
the light tickle of its softness
sharpness of its point
As if meant to anoint
the chasing of dreams
fording of poetic streams
with its flowing write
For ink is a dark night
spilt in a rage
to cover the guilty page
with a signed confession
Escape the deep regression
of cold lying numbers
while poetry still slumbers
beneath a blanket of stars
These tiny fireflies in jars
dance the old dance
embrace the bold chance ...
of the lone white plume
the light tickle of its softness
sharpness of its point
As if meant to anoint
the chasing of dreams
fording of poetic streams
with its flowing write
For ink is a dark night
spilt in a rage
to cover the guilty page
with a signed confession
Escape the deep regression
of cold lying numbers
while poetry still slumbers
beneath a blanket of stars
These tiny fireflies in jars
dance the old dance
embrace the bold chance ...
#nature
#spiritual
#WritingPoetry
#wisdom
#tradition
7 reads
1 Comment
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
25th Mar 2022 7:32pm
25th Mar 2022 7:32pm
Fell From Sky
Poetic response to “The Woman Who Fell
from the Sky” ~ Joy Harjo
The sky only drops the things
without their own wings
preferring self sufficiency
over any clemency
For life must be buoyant
if one is to be clairvoyant
see those
who lie in full repose
That is why Fell From Sky
has long hair
to lower her from there
safely to the sacred ground
Without making a sound
she recites her words
before the dwindling herds
blessing the buffaloes
Sharing all she knows ...
from the Sky” ~ Joy Harjo
The sky only drops the things
without their own wings
preferring self sufficiency
over any clemency
For life must be buoyant
if one is to be clairvoyant
see those
who lie in full repose
That is why Fell From Sky
has long hair
to lower her from there
safely to the sacred ground
Without making a sound
she recites her words
before the dwindling herds
blessing the buffaloes
Sharing all she knows ...
#sky
#spiritual
#WritingPoetry
#mythology
#tradition
8 reads
3 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
7th May 2022 6:46am
7th May 2022 6:46am
Bastion
Mighty walls protecting hallowed halls
command a view of all below
the high rise and fall
of the truest daily tides
So many ships with flags
as each one now brags
about the brave battles won
the places faraway seen
While a blue bejeweled sea
whispers soft to me
about the days to come
the lands that do await
Tales of blazing adventure
no one can ever censor
this spirit of the quest
haunts these very streets
Yet still a place to spill
a most completive ink
allowing me to again...
command a view of all below
the high rise and fall
of the truest daily tides
So many ships with flags
as each one now brags
about the brave battles won
the places faraway seen
While a blue bejeweled sea
whispers soft to me
about the days to come
the lands that do await
Tales of blazing adventure
no one can ever censor
this spirit of the quest
haunts these very streets
Yet still a place to spill
a most completive ink
allowing me to again...
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#mythology
#travel
#tradition
8 reads
4 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
11th Apr 2022 8:32pm
11th Apr 2022 8:32pm
Sacred Ground
The sacred is not confinable to buildings” ~ Joy Harjo
My brittle body wanders so
in search of a spiritual flow
in search of a purity of soul
willing then to exact any toll
Along far, distant rails
hiking steep stony trails
both high then low
in search of what they know
Refusing to follow the herd
led by some transcribed word
preferring to let Nature
whisper to me Her design
A true blueprint in the sky
answers all questions why ...
My brittle body wanders so
in search of a spiritual flow
in search of a purity of soul
willing then to exact any toll
Along far, distant rails
hiking steep stony trails
both high then low
in search of what they know
Refusing to follow the herd
led by some transcribed word
preferring to let Nature
whisper to me Her design
A true blueprint in the sky
answers all questions why ...
#nature
#spiritual
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#tradition
9 reads
1 Comment
Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
17th Dec 2022 7:35pm
17th Dec 2022 7:35pm
MISCONCEPTION
Misconception is worst than a lie and worst than deception.
A lie stays within the bosom of the one who utters a lie
And deception is discovered and discerned sooner or later.
Misconception, however, spreads like wildfire
It's adopted, creating chaos and a world of confusion.
Misconception can become man-made traditional tales,
Adopted as truth, damaging the mind of those who do not believe
In corection once misconception is discerned.
It is by miconception that Jesus Christ
Told the Pharisees, "You teach the doctrines of Mankind ...
A lie stays within the bosom of the one who utters a lie
And deception is discovered and discerned sooner or later.
Misconception, however, spreads like wildfire
It's adopted, creating chaos and a world of confusion.
Misconception can become man-made traditional tales,
Adopted as truth, damaging the mind of those who do not believe
In corection once misconception is discerned.
It is by miconception that Jesus Christ
Told the Pharisees, "You teach the doctrines of Mankind ...
#religion
#Christian
#TruthOfLife #tradition
#TruthOfLife #tradition
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1 Comment
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
30th Mar 2024 8:55pm
30th Mar 2024 8:55pm
Hunting Grounds
I often listen to the sounds
of distant hunting grounds
where Elk and Buffalo
would share all they know
About how the years would pass
just wild winds through prairie grass
all across these grassy plains
painted verdant by ancient rains
Long before the age of steel
when we all could still feel
sunlight through clear skies
before progress with its alibis
With only Eagle up in the sky
to inspire our hopes to fly
our hearts to again to awaken
embrace all we have forsaken
As I slowly turn away...
of distant hunting grounds
where Elk and Buffalo
would share all they know
About how the years would pass
just wild winds through prairie grass
all across these grassy plains
painted verdant by ancient rains
Long before the age of steel
when we all could still feel
sunlight through clear skies
before progress with its alibis
With only Eagle up in the sky
to inspire our hopes to fly
our hearts to again to awaken
embrace all we have forsaken
As I slowly turn away...
#nature
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#culture
#tradition
9 reads
3 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
2nd May 2022 7:30pm
2nd May 2022 7:30pm
Palomino
Eagle soars ever high
punctuates the sky
with his presence
with his wisdom
While down below
the Earth does know
the lonely weight
of all of our gravity
Astride my mount
I am still able to count
the laden strides
of my wild palomino
As she swishes her tail
always knowing the trail
that leads me back
to myself
No longer able to hide
I listen to my guide
where she will lead
where she will follow
punctuates the sky
with his presence
with his wisdom
While down below
the Earth does know
the lonely weight
of all of our gravity
Astride my mount
I am still able to count
the laden strides
of my wild palomino
As she swishes her tail
always knowing the trail
that leads me back
to myself
No longer able to hide
I listen to my guide
where she will lead
where she will follow
#horses
#nature
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#tradition
10 reads
3 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
23rd Jul 2022 6:47pm
23rd Jul 2022 6:47pm
Northward
North is the direction where difficult
teachers live… marked by the full
moon showing the way through snow.
It is prophecy.” ~ Joy Harjo
Leave the east to the east
west to all things westerly
as I gavel this lonely travel
towards my own true north
With my compass deep inside
all southern ambitions denied
I seek only to find
what then still remains
Following this arctic voice
as a matter of choice
as a matter of urgency
seeking some self-understanding
Never sure what I will find ...
teachers live… marked by the full
moon showing the way through snow.
It is prophecy.” ~ Joy Harjo
Leave the east to the east
west to all things westerly
as I gavel this lonely travel
towards my own true north
With my compass deep inside
all southern ambitions denied
I seek only to find
what then still remains
Following this arctic voice
as a matter of choice
as a matter of urgency
seeking some self-understanding
Never sure what I will find ...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#SelfDiscovery
#tradition
10 reads
3 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
12th Apr 2024 10:30am
12th Apr 2024 10:30am
Poem Quest
I long to venture far away
to the very limit of every day
stand on the cusp of night
bathed only in a warm twilight
Having walked for many miles
avoiding temptation that beguiles
as I follow this narrowing path
before all of its aftermath
All these things I have seen
are but lessons for me to glean
while all feelings I still feel
are the truest mysteries I reveal
Crossing both desert and sea
I discover a little more about me
truest moments of deep pride ...
to the very limit of every day
stand on the cusp of night
bathed only in a warm twilight
Having walked for many miles
avoiding temptation that beguiles
as I follow this narrowing path
before all of its aftermath
All these things I have seen
are but lessons for me to glean
while all feelings I still feel
are the truest mysteries I reveal
Crossing both desert and sea
I discover a little more about me
truest moments of deep pride ...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#culture
#tradition
12 reads
4 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
19th May 2024 1:34pm
19th May 2024 1:34pm
Valkyrie
It is upon angelic wings
that she always brings
these heroes to their Hall
brings Odin all of his thrall
Wielding a broad blade
she has forever played
the sole role made for her
in a thick armor and fur
For death is beautiful
for those who are dutiful
who live up to the code
are remembered in an ode
Meant to echo for all time
encased in an epic rhyme
with all its Norse alliteration
to accent this mythic celebration...
that she always brings
these heroes to their Hall
brings Odin all of his thrall
Wielding a broad blade
she has forever played
the sole role made for her
in a thick armor and fur
For death is beautiful
for those who are dutiful
who live up to the code
are remembered in an ode
Meant to echo for all time
encased in an epic rhyme
with all its Norse alliteration
to accent this mythic celebration...
#LifeAsAWriter
#mythology
#PowerOfWords
#tradition
#WritingPoetry
12 reads
3 Comments
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