Poems about Traditions and Customs
#tradition
Poems about traditions, customs and heritage. Poetry about beliefs and a way of life, passed down through a group or society. Poems with origins in the past, about a tradition, symbolism or culture which has stood the test of time.
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Syncretize!
I know nothing of Saint Brigid
and I suppose I should
but winter remains quite frigid
if I'm not burning wood,
or switching on electric heat
to smell potatoes bake,
and roast the water, rinse, repeat,
for showers that I take.
But if she is another muse,
a patroness of verse,
she'll sweetly daze, and thus enthuse,
my thoughts to intersperse...
for lexical fertility
to stay in shape for spring,
and ward off imbecility...
like Martin Luther King!
and I suppose I should
but winter remains quite frigid
if I'm not burning wood,
or switching on electric heat
to smell potatoes bake,
and roast the water, rinse, repeat,
for showers that I take.
But if she is another muse,
a patroness of verse,
she'll sweetly daze, and thus enthuse,
my thoughts to intersperse...
for lexical fertility
to stay in shape for spring,
and ward off imbecility...
like Martin Luther King!
#morality
#tradition
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Godhead
No god more represents a man
than horny Pan, astute,
and no nymph with a better plan
than Syrinx for his flute.
Upon that tube she plies her lips
to give a gentle blow
which summons from below his hips
love potion to bestow.
Perhaps she thought it a mere kiss
when first he brought to bear
his organ 'gainst her mouth abyss
upon a playful dare.
Yet rather than a fetching tune
her face became a mess...
when of a sudden, Pan aswoon,
released immortal stress!
than horny Pan, astute,
and no nymph with a better plan
than Syrinx for his flute.
Upon that tube she plies her lips
to give a gentle blow
which summons from below his hips
love potion to bestow.
Perhaps she thought it a mere kiss
when first he brought to bear
his organ 'gainst her mouth abyss
upon a playful dare.
Yet rather than a fetching tune
her face became a mess...
when of a sudden, Pan aswoon,
released immortal stress!
#uplifting
#mythology
#pagan
#tradition
#PersonalGrowth
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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
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Questions that Buffalo me
The first question I have on deck,
what the hell is Weck?
Secondly I must know
why is everyone so scared of snow?
But the most important question of all
why are y'all so terrible at football?
These questions are perplexing I understand,
but the information I've gained was more than planned,
so maybe I dont have all the answers after all
or maybe it's just some deity's laughter call.
Bundle up is all I hear, like a Christmas story
but I'd rather not die here, where's the glory?
what the hell is Weck?
Secondly I must know
why is everyone so scared of snow?
But the most important question of all
why are y'all so terrible at football?
These questions are perplexing I understand,
but the information I've gained was more than planned,
so maybe I dont have all the answers after all
or maybe it's just some deity's laughter call.
Bundle up is all I hear, like a Christmas story
but I'd rather not die here, where's the glory?
#happiness
#identity
#tradition
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Akitu
Love warms the air
The stars shine bright
I have never experienced such joy in my lifetime
Yet my soul remembers
It reflects the cosmic luminosity
Of a culture and family long ago passed
I yearn for that sense of community again
I do not belong to this world
My heart remains in the forgotten memories
A new year has come, another life to experience
Yet my heart and soul will forever yearn for what no longer exists.
The stars shine bright
I have never experienced such joy in my lifetime
Yet my soul remembers
It reflects the cosmic luminosity
Of a culture and family long ago passed
I yearn for that sense of community again
I do not belong to this world
My heart remains in the forgotten memories
A new year has come, another life to experience
Yet my heart and soul will forever yearn for what no longer exists.
#memories
#culture
#tradition #NewYear
#tradition #NewYear
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Sugar-Kissed Harmony: The Sweet Symphony of Kwanzaa Lights
In the spirit of unity, the first candle aglow,
Kwanzaa's celebration, a heritage to show.
Umoja's call resounds, harmony in the air,
They embrace a kinship of purpose, a collective affair.
Kujichagulia speaks, self-determination's claim,
They carve their destiny, shaping their own name.
The second candle flickers, its flame burning bright,
Empowering choices, embracing their rightful light.
Ujima's third flame, collective work they share,
Building community, burdens together bear.
Interconnected threads, a familial tie,
In...
Kwanzaa's celebration, a heritage to show.
Umoja's call resounds, harmony in the air,
They embrace a kinship of purpose, a collective affair.
Kujichagulia speaks, self-determination's claim,
They carve their destiny, shaping their own name.
The second candle flickers, its flame burning bright,
Empowering choices, embracing their rightful light.
Ujima's third flame, collective work they share,
Building community, burdens together bear.
Interconnected threads, a familial tie,
In...
#tradition
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December is Coming
December is coming,
it'll arrive late at night.
While the snow falls sparkling from the sky, while I share a heartfelt conversation with an old friend,
and for some short while, I can play pretend.
December is here, but i'll stay at home instead.
Reading a book just for fun from the comfort of my bed.
With my wee ginger pal purring contentedly on my knee,
my thoughts dare only wander as far as my next cup of tea.
December is in full swing now, I felt it just before midnight.
After a day of joy and bravery comes that familiar...
it'll arrive late at night.
While the snow falls sparkling from the sky, while I share a heartfelt conversation with an old friend,
and for some short while, I can play pretend.
December is here, but i'll stay at home instead.
Reading a book just for fun from the comfort of my bed.
With my wee ginger pal purring contentedly on my knee,
my thoughts dare only wander as far as my next cup of tea.
December is in full swing now, I felt it just before midnight.
After a day of joy and bravery comes that familiar...
#depression
#grief
#death
#apathy
#tradition
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Honoring Your Inner Divine Sanctuary
Ladies, please make sure you check your breasts for the last month of 2023
Where has the time went, I truly hope as you cross the throne into a New Year
May you continue to monitor your health with regular yearly physicals, bloodwork, implement a healthy diet, and that also consists of exercise
If you are incapable get a stress ball and utilize it to keep the body healthy, and positive thoughts to keep the mind functioning in its purest form
Whatever your theology is, pray, chant, or as me, meditate to keep passage to you Creator clear
Where those...
Where has the time went, I truly hope as you cross the throne into a New Year
May you continue to monitor your health with regular yearly physicals, bloodwork, implement a healthy diet, and that also consists of exercise
If you are incapable get a stress ball and utilize it to keep the body healthy, and positive thoughts to keep the mind functioning in its purest form
Whatever your theology is, pray, chant, or as me, meditate to keep passage to you Creator clear
Where those...
#sun
#water
#spiritual
#culture
#tradition
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The Road to Hel
I stand before the road to Hel
where Wotan sits on his high throne.
He stares at me with a piercing eye
and weighs my deeds and all my lies.
Knows my heart and all my thoughts,
sees my flaws and all my faults.
He judges me with stern decree
and tells me what my fate will be...
He says I have not lived with honor,
I have not served the gods with valor,
I have not kept my oaths and vows,
I have not earned his grace or brows.
He says I must enter the road to Hel
and suffer out there the worst of hells.
He says I...
where Wotan sits on his high throne.
He stares at me with a piercing eye
and weighs my deeds and all my lies.
Knows my heart and all my thoughts,
sees my flaws and all my faults.
He judges me with stern decree
and tells me what my fate will be...
He says I have not lived with honor,
I have not served the gods with valor,
I have not kept my oaths and vows,
I have not earned his grace or brows.
He says I must enter the road to Hel
and suffer out there the worst of hells.
He says I...
#religion
#hell
#mythology #tradition
#mythology #tradition
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The Last Christmas
Don't cry little one and open your presents this christmas year,
I know you want to wait for daddy, you know I do too
-He won't be coming home for christmas, they took him away
No honey your dad is not a bad man, he did what he thought was right
but they had surveillance footage and said he needed indoctrination
- Please darling open your presents and let me see your smiling face,
let me burn this image in my mind so a can never forget this day,
they'll be coming soon to take me away and give you a new home
- Let me kiss your tears away, I will always...
I know you want to wait for daddy, you know I do too
-He won't be coming home for christmas, they took him away
No honey your dad is not a bad man, he did what he thought was right
but they had surveillance footage and said he needed indoctrination
- Please darling open your presents and let me see your smiling face,
let me burn this image in my mind so a can never forget this day,
they'll be coming soon to take me away and give you a new home
- Let me kiss your tears away, I will always...
#spiritual
#mythology
#morality #tradition
#morality #tradition
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Speaking the Lingo
All the bits and bobs
That cross my space
The dilly dalliance sidesteps
Are the key to my truth
The wafting breeze
to decipher my thoughts
And give shape to my language
I’m well jel of your enunciation
Your cut glass echo
We are like chalk and cheese
But the similarities bubble
We have a shared culture
A lovely jubbly hotchpotch
Of history and experiences
That bind us to our motherland
and let us mooch around at leisure
Exploring our love of the slang
Our secret code for where we came from,
a...
That cross my space
The dilly dalliance sidesteps
Are the key to my truth
The wafting breeze
to decipher my thoughts
And give shape to my language
I’m well jel of your enunciation
Your cut glass echo
We are like chalk and cheese
But the similarities bubble
We have a shared culture
A lovely jubbly hotchpotch
Of history and experiences
That bind us to our motherland
and let us mooch around at leisure
Exploring our love of the slang
Our secret code for where we came from,
a...
#PowerOfWords
#Britain
#culture #tradition
#culture #tradition
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I SAW HER RIDE (LADY GODIVA BY PEEPING TOM)
I saw her ride,
legs to one side,
nothing to hide
amid the street,
while the discreet
let not eyes meet.
Her long thick hair
covered her, bare,
to derriere.
She sat upright
in the dim light
as day met night.
No more I saw -
my eyes went sore
sight did withdraw.
I'd been struck blind,
things could not find.
Guilt seared my mind.
legs to one side,
nothing to hide
amid the street,
while the discreet
let not eyes meet.
Her long thick hair
covered her, bare,
to derriere.
She sat upright
in the dim light
as day met night.
No more I saw -
my eyes went sore
sight did withdraw.
I'd been struck blind,
things could not find.
Guilt seared my mind.
#rhyming
#tradition
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