Long Poems About Tradition
#tradition
Long poems about tradition. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
MalcolmG
Poem Published
13th Nov 2024 3:29pm
13th Nov 2024 3:29pm
The Lay Of Eir
Healer of the Battle-Stricken,
Eir, the Merciful, the Quiet Hand did quicken,
Those who lay there left in sorrow,
Eir they prayed took it away in morrow..
Hail to Eir, the gentle goddess, the third named among the Asynjur bright,
Mistress of mercy, silent in her might,
Warriors invoke the call to Eir in thick of night.
Handmaid of peace, unseen by day, whose whispers soothe where blood once lay,
In halls of gods, or shadowed fjord, she brings the healing grace by her accord.
O Eir, you walk where the wounded lie,
With...
Eir, the Merciful, the Quiet Hand did quicken,
Those who lay there left in sorrow,
Eir they prayed took it away in morrow..
Hail to Eir, the gentle goddess, the third named among the Asynjur bright,
Mistress of mercy, silent in her might,
Warriors invoke the call to Eir in thick of night.
Handmaid of peace, unseen by day, whose whispers soothe where blood once lay,
In halls of gods, or shadowed fjord, she brings the healing grace by her accord.
O Eir, you walk where the wounded lie,
With...
#inspirational
#mythology
#tradition
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PAR
Poem Published
28th Oct 2024 12:51pm
28th Oct 2024 12:51pm
Incomplete Myth of a Goddess that Does Not Exist.
Shapska, a name bruited in the dark corners
of forgotten realms where murk
cotillion with the remnants of lost souls.
In the heart of this desolate place Shapska reigns,
a deity of crooked love and morbid allure.
Her touch, both a blessing and a curse,
weaves through the fabric of actuality,
binding the living and the dead in an eternal grasp.
In the silence of the night,
Shapska's presence is felt,
a cold surge stroke that sends
jitters down the spine.
Her eyes, like double voids,
pierce through the mask of...
of forgotten realms where murk
cotillion with the remnants of lost souls.
In the heart of this desolate place Shapska reigns,
a deity of crooked love and morbid allure.
Her touch, both a blessing and a curse,
weaves through the fabric of actuality,
binding the living and the dead in an eternal grasp.
In the silence of the night,
Shapska's presence is felt,
a cold surge stroke that sends
jitters down the spine.
Her eyes, like double voids,
pierce through the mask of...
#dark
#mythology
#religion
#spiritual
#tradition
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
13th Oct 2024 4:26am
13th Oct 2024 4:26am
Attributes of Mars Incarnate
Valor
The first of virtues, bright as flame
A spirit born to carve a name
Through battles fierce and trials dire
Valor stands, a golden fire
It knows no fear, it bends no knee
For in its heart, the soul is free
A crown of light upon the brow
The warrior’s pledge, the sacred vow
Fury
A tempest wild, the god’s own breath
The storm that shakes the walls of death
Fury rages, swift and true
Its fire is blood, its lightnings flew
Yet in its heart, the truth concealed
That through destruction, strength is healed
A...
The first of virtues, bright as flame
A spirit born to carve a name
Through battles fierce and trials dire
Valor stands, a golden fire
It knows no fear, it bends no knee
For in its heart, the soul is free
A crown of light upon the brow
The warrior’s pledge, the sacred vow
Fury
A tempest wild, the god’s own breath
The storm that shakes the walls of death
Fury rages, swift and true
Its fire is blood, its lightnings flew
Yet in its heart, the truth concealed
That through destruction, strength is healed
A...
#emotions
#military
#rhyming
#tradition
#war
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
16th Sep 2024 10:58pm
16th Sep 2024 10:58pm
WHAT IS THE SOUND (10-27-2019; expanded reflections on a classic, old, Japanese, Zen Buddhist koan; Palm Springs, CA)
what is the sound
of one hand clapping
perhaps the same
of two hands not
what is the sound
of one hand washing
perhaps the sound
of water doing
all the work
what is the remedial
echoing sound
of your grievously frustrated
innermost longing
for all the things
you most want in your life
but presently
do not have
perhaps the more ...
of one hand clapping
perhaps the same
of two hands not
what is the sound
of one hand washing
perhaps the sound
of water doing
all the work
what is the remedial
echoing sound
of your grievously frustrated
innermost longing
for all the things
you most want in your life
but presently
do not have
perhaps the more ...
#meditation
#philosophical
#SelfReflection
#spiritual
#tradition
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buddhakitty
Poem Published
31st May 2024 1:59am
31st May 2024 1:59am
things ain't what they used to be
after work I stopped into
the oldest spaghetti house
in town for dinner
on the wall was a black
and white picture of Dean
Martin dumping a huge
kettle of pasta onto a
counter top
(Dean Martin was born
in this town)
the place, as usual, was
packed and filled with the
aroma of tomatoes, garlic
and bread
there's nothing fancy to
this place, just several
generations making
the best pasta in town
I'm shown a table
look at the menu ...
the oldest spaghetti house
in town for dinner
on the wall was a black
and white picture of Dean
Martin dumping a huge
kettle of pasta onto a
counter top
(Dean Martin was born
in this town)
the place, as usual, was
packed and filled with the
aroma of tomatoes, garlic
and bread
there's nothing fancy to
this place, just several
generations making
the best pasta in town
I'm shown a table
look at the menu ...
#culture
#tradition
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poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
11th May 2024 8:22pm
11th May 2024 8:22pm
This man, ? No, Man
The road to humanity is strewn with thorns, spikes, with shards of bloody resistance,on
our chest we must creep to get to its heart, to which the roads are even paved with stark rejection,
merciless actions, irresponsible objections, and denial of the clear facts,,mindset fallacy and foremost false pretense..
And to the soul, the road is much more hard to follow, it passes over mountains
of patience, and across oceans of spontaneity, sail counter the flow of the actual
current,.......turn the hours back to original initiation..the soul is the...
our chest we must creep to get to its heart, to which the roads are even paved with stark rejection,
merciless actions, irresponsible objections, and denial of the clear facts,,mindset fallacy and foremost false pretense..
And to the soul, the road is much more hard to follow, it passes over mountains
of patience, and across oceans of spontaneity, sail counter the flow of the actual
current,.......turn the hours back to original initiation..the soul is the...
#culture
#identity
#morality #tradition
#morality #tradition
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cabcool
Poem Published
12th Feb 2024 3:49am
12th Feb 2024 3:49am
anansi
It's not always about being the hero, sometimes it's about
being the trickster.”—Anansi Boys
akan-jamaican passion
landscaped not by vext ration
a little axe that fells big trees
cunning in sun and rain and breeze
fearful of no assassin
stealthy without moccasin
an octopus with human
face and spider’s acumen
he...
being the trickster.”—Anansi Boys
akan-jamaican passion
landscaped not by vext ration
a little axe that fells big trees
cunning in sun and rain and breeze
fearful of no assassin
stealthy without moccasin
an octopus with human
face and spider’s acumen
he...
#Africa
#narrative
#culture #tradition
#culture #tradition
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Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
15th Jan 2024 2:44am
15th Jan 2024 2:44am
Sweet Skin of Fog
For Brigid
A blank page lays open-handed
ready to hold this story
but all that oozes from the veil
is a memory of a memory
You appeared while I was writing
Specter from a past life
my Celtic blood lived
Conversation becomes the hardest thing to carry
under the weight of history
Our own senses become weapons
for and against yourself
over what to believe
Your sweet skin of fog
escaped from its sepulchre
becoming the chill winter morn
You asked if you needed a calling...
A blank page lays open-handed
ready to hold this story
but all that oozes from the veil
is a memory of a memory
You appeared while I was writing
Specter from a past life
my Celtic blood lived
Conversation becomes the hardest thing to carry
under the weight of history
Our own senses become weapons
for and against yourself
over what to believe
Your sweet skin of fog
escaped from its sepulchre
becoming the chill winter morn
You asked if you needed a calling...
#tradition
444 reads
11 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
1st Nov 2023 9:33pm
1st Nov 2023 9:33pm
Excogitations...
If the recent events in the middle east answer any lingering questions, such as what exactly does organized religion organize for, then now the answer is clear…they organize for violence.
There is no such thing as a Levantine religion of peace.
Subsequently to this we must wonder what it is about the Levantine oriented beliefs that so virulently promote violence, not only in the middle east, but worldwide.
And the answer to that is the enabling idea of an afterlife, and all the phantasmagorical promises that come with it. Once a rube is conditioned...
There is no such thing as a Levantine religion of peace.
Subsequently to this we must wonder what it is about the Levantine oriented beliefs that so virulently promote violence, not only in the middle east, but worldwide.
And the answer to that is the enabling idea of an afterlife, and all the phantasmagorical promises that come with it. Once a rube is conditioned...
#religion
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical #tradition
#philosophical #tradition
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WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
27th Oct 2023 12:42pm
27th Oct 2023 12:42pm
House rules...house rules...& mayhem
there were House rules
{before, during & after church}
none of them unreasonable & never once tested
we showered, brushed our teeth & sat down to eat
before donning the appropriate garment
heaven forbid we wrinkle or get it dirty
hair must be brushed until it shone
barrettes for the girls...boys hair must be smooth
only then were we deemed presentable
one by one we'd get in the car
none of our weekday shenanigans
we could joke & be silly
just be mindful of what we were wearing
upon arrival there were further...
{before, during & after church}
none of them unreasonable & never once tested
we showered, brushed our teeth & sat down to eat
before donning the appropriate garment
heaven forbid we wrinkle or get it dirty
hair must be brushed until it shone
barrettes for the girls...boys hair must be smooth
only then were we deemed presentable
one by one we'd get in the car
none of our weekday shenanigans
we could joke & be silly
just be mindful of what we were wearing
upon arrival there were further...
#love
#childhood
#memories #tradition
#memories #tradition
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
4th Aug 2023 4:51am
4th Aug 2023 4:51am
To Be Or Not To Be (Men’s Health)
This is the one of those topics I always wanted to discuss in depth, I did host a Straight Talk Live Blog, and I surveyed several men who are circumcised versus men who have never been circumcised.
In my gallop poll, the reasons will always give credence to the choice of the parent(s) decision.
Most men from all walks of life, social economical prestige, and all male participants have taken the time to convey their spiritual beliefs and their social impact on this related issue.
Let’s delve further as to what exactly is circumcision and I will break down...
In my gallop poll, the reasons will always give credence to the choice of the parent(s) decision.
Most men from all walks of life, social economical prestige, and all male participants have taken the time to convey their spiritual beliefs and their social impact on this related issue.
Let’s delve further as to what exactly is circumcision and I will break down...
#men
#religion
#philosophical
#culture
#tradition
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5 Comments
JAZZMANOR
Poem Published
25th Apr 2023 5:47am
25th Apr 2023 5:47am
Not 1960, 1968, or 1980
It is with a bit of pain that I have to say
that when this Kennedy calls my instinct is to stay away
I do so heavy of heart
for idealism and realism pull me apart
Probably inclined to vote for JFK if alive back in time
not that his candidacy would be a perfect find
or perhaps his excessive warnings of thwarting the USSR
would have been a strong enough blemish on this Democratic Star
But with events testing his intellect
admirable attributes from advisors that could reflect
heard the call to engage on Civil Rights ...
that when this Kennedy calls my instinct is to stay away
I do so heavy of heart
for idealism and realism pull me apart
Probably inclined to vote for JFK if alive back in time
not that his candidacy would be a perfect find
or perhaps his excessive warnings of thwarting the USSR
would have been a strong enough blemish on this Democratic Star
But with events testing his intellect
admirable attributes from advisors that could reflect
heard the call to engage on Civil Rights ...
#power
#politics
#tradition
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