Poems About Tradition by Top Critiquers
#tradition
Poems about tradition by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
Have We Remembered
Have we remembered the Cross quarter festivals
As Imbolc past
The threshold of spring
Bright and sunny was ill omened
Cloudy and dark bode well
And presaged soon planting
Did we step out of the world and into the present
To honor the conjunction of place and time
The blackthorns of Cailleach are blooming
The lambing time's come
And the milking of ewes
Make preparations for sowing
Before the calving begins
Have twigs of rowen been placed
In barns and above doorways ...
As Imbolc past
The threshold of spring
Bright and sunny was ill omened
Cloudy and dark bode well
And presaged soon planting
Did we step out of the world and into the present
To honor the conjunction of place and time
The blackthorns of Cailleach are blooming
The lambing time's come
And the milking of ewes
Make preparations for sowing
Before the calving begins
Have twigs of rowen been placed
In barns and above doorways ...
#LifeCycle
#pagan
#tradition
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Valentine's day
How on earth did Valentine's day evolve from ancient Roman traditions and the martyrdom of priest Valentine, to a celebration of romantic love?
It is such a mystery to me...
Never cared for it really, all this rehearsed staged display of a more modern tradition, born thousands of years ago from an execution.
Kind of changes the perspective of it doesn't it?
Besides, should'nt love be celebrated year round?
For what it's worth, happy Valentine's day...
It is such a mystery to me...
Never cared for it really, all this rehearsed staged display of a more modern tradition, born thousands of years ago from an execution.
Kind of changes the perspective of it doesn't it?
Besides, should'nt love be celebrated year round?
For what it's worth, happy Valentine's day...
#SelfReflection
#tradition
#ValentinesDay
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old bloke in the pub
an antiquarian, with such a thirst,
or possibly a hunger, for the
collection of objects from the
past
few years
haven’t been
easy
for you to say
get a proper job, but
if you give me a cup of tea and a
bag of chips I’ll tell you all about the origins
of the legend of robin hood ..
or possibly a hunger, for the
collection of objects from the
past
few years
haven’t been
easy
for you to say
get a proper job, but
if you give me a cup of tea and a
bag of chips I’ll tell you all about the origins
of the legend of robin hood ..
#alcohol
#tradition
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Goddess on the Hunt
Never cross a deity
Never tempt one into ire
For there will be consequences
Don’t get caught in their temper’s fire
It is said that when Zeus’ headache was so severe
He received a blow from an axe right to the head
And out sprang Athena, beautiful and fully grown
In body armor and a spear, ready – forging ahead
Goddess on the Hunt
Goddess of wisdom
So beautiful and strong
Virgin and pure
Chaste and secure
Of the judgment she casts upon
She turned Medusa into a monster
Arachne into a spider
Never...
Never tempt one into ire
For there will be consequences
Don’t get caught in their temper’s fire
It is said that when Zeus’ headache was so severe
He received a blow from an axe right to the head
And out sprang Athena, beautiful and fully grown
In body armor and a spear, ready – forging ahead
Goddess on the Hunt
Goddess of wisdom
So beautiful and strong
Virgin and pure
Chaste and secure
Of the judgment she casts upon
She turned Medusa into a monster
Arachne into a spider
Never...
#mythology
#culture
#tradition
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6 Comments
Ain't No Teardrops
Dancing the twilight of dark's melancholia
listen to the strings of madmen and tales
without love for one another
but making time for porn and lotto
unconscious of reality and poetic oxygen
living for salty egos as demons in life
and knowing not the rule of thumb
but listening to those who quote
when there is no time for sanity
listening to songs of castrated fools
becoming unhinged when it strikes home
ain't no rainbows when your tears dry up
and your tattoos run over speed bumps
having life's card punch, making room...
listen to the strings of madmen and tales
without love for one another
but making time for porn and lotto
unconscious of reality and poetic oxygen
living for salty egos as demons in life
and knowing not the rule of thumb
but listening to those who quote
when there is no time for sanity
listening to songs of castrated fools
becoming unhinged when it strikes home
ain't no rainbows when your tears dry up
and your tattoos run over speed bumps
having life's card punch, making room...
#hypocrisy
#philosophical
#responsibility
#choices
#tradition
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Embracing That Powerful Majestic Melanin
In the shroud of greatness, there lays the echoes of our silent truth. Therefore, whenever you utilize any of those universal patents, know that someone labored over, ideas, revisions, hopeful, they were not discriminated against just to represent their powerful intellects.
It really gives me such honor, to know that years ago, someone was thinking of making a life, a little less hectic when doing chores, jobs, by hand, then with love, patience, understanding, a formation, an equation came into view, then viola, a product of human usage was formed.
Yes,...
It really gives me such honor, to know that years ago, someone was thinking of making a life, a little less hectic when doing chores, jobs, by hand, then with love, patience, understanding, a formation, an equation came into view, then viola, a product of human usage was formed.
Yes,...
#culture
#sun
#tradition
#TruthOfLife
#water
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Pueblo Wedding
Pueblo Wedding
Cruising the asphalt road to Cibola
Ancient Mission beckons
From the desert shore of a primordial sea
Now sear hills in a brown terrain of mountains
We follow the river of highway
Onto the parking lot
Of the church made from the mud of ages
Shaped by earthen hands of ancestors
Whose chants haunt the whispering wind
Upon parting the gates of the sanctuary
Low and behold a Wedding unfolding
We enter the sacred space
Where ancient art
of pueblo women gathering corn
is frescoed on...
Cruising the asphalt road to Cibola
Ancient Mission beckons
From the desert shore of a primordial sea
Now sear hills in a brown terrain of mountains
We follow the river of highway
Onto the parking lot
Of the church made from the mud of ages
Shaped by earthen hands of ancestors
Whose chants haunt the whispering wind
Upon parting the gates of the sanctuary
Low and behold a Wedding unfolding
We enter the sacred space
Where ancient art
of pueblo women gathering corn
is frescoed on...
#happiness
#love
#marriage
#tradition
#travel
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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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The Dance of the King's Daughter
In the forest deep, the moonlight glows,
The princess dances, free from care,
A song of joy the wind bestows.
Knights stand still, the evening’s air,
Her laughter rises, wild and clear
In the forest deep, the moonlight glows.
The Nøkken stirs beneath the water’s lair,
His heart is moved, a longing dear.
A song of joy the wind bestows.
He calls a steed, a creature fair,
To steal her heart, to claim her near,
In the forest deep, the moonlight glows.
She rides with...
The princess dances, free from care,
A song of joy the wind bestows.
Knights stand still, the evening’s air,
Her laughter rises, wild and clear
In the forest deep, the moonlight glows.
The Nøkken stirs beneath the water’s lair,
His heart is moved, a longing dear.
A song of joy the wind bestows.
He calls a steed, a creature fair,
To steal her heart, to claim her near,
In the forest deep, the moonlight glows.
She rides with...
#culture
#mythology
#spiritual #tradition
#spiritual #tradition
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Drummer and Dancer
Drummed the drum the drummer boy
to the beat of his heart
to the sighing of his desire
woven within the goat skin
he drummed on his desires
golden in his fold
glistening with anticipation
as he beat his drum
to the frantic shaking of her hips
the dancer, eyes closed
full lips on half open mouth
as if anticipating a kiss
from the wanton air of desire
drum frantic now
her feet on the dusts in frenzy
he felt his sweat flow down his back
between the mound beneath
his breath exploded in his...
to the beat of his heart
to the sighing of his desire
woven within the goat skin
he drummed on his desires
golden in his fold
glistening with anticipation
as he beat his drum
to the frantic shaking of her hips
the dancer, eyes closed
full lips on half open mouth
as if anticipating a kiss
from the wanton air of desire
drum frantic now
her feet on the dusts in frenzy
he felt his sweat flow down his back
between the mound beneath
his breath exploded in his...
#erotic
#tradition
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Be choosy about change
Old is gold
Let this be told
for the 'good old days'
had some good old ways
So I'd rather not exchange
old lamps for new
lest I suffer like in Aladdin's tale
and loose everything of value
For if I lose my old lamps
I've no genie to restore my loss
So beware of modernist shams
Don't let change be your boss
The medieval days of extended families
when elders were respected
both for stories and homilies,
Passed on oral tradition
cultural preservation
You should know best...
Let this be told
for the 'good old days'
had some good old ways
So I'd rather not exchange
old lamps for new
lest I suffer like in Aladdin's tale
and loose everything of value
For if I lose my old lamps
I've no genie to restore my loss
So beware of modernist shams
Don't let change be your boss
The medieval days of extended families
when elders were respected
both for stories and homilies,
Passed on oral tradition
cultural preservation
You should know best...
#culture
#tradition
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13 Comments
Exclusively
Exclusively, deception.
Untruthfully, conception.
Inhumanly, impression.
Accusingly, intention.
Excusably, aggression.
Abusively, exception.
Refutably, perception.
Conclusively, expression.
Collusively, pretension.
Inclusively, projection.
Intrusively, inflection.
Amusingly, discretion.
Elusively, reception.
Unsuitably, suggestion.
Immunity, rejection.
Reclusively, exemption.
Allusively, convention.
Disputably, deflection.
Immutably, oppression.
Consumingly, complexion. ...
Untruthfully, conception.
Inhumanly, impression.
Accusingly, intention.
Excusably, aggression.
Abusively, exception.
Refutably, perception.
Conclusively, expression.
Collusively, pretension.
Inclusively, projection.
Intrusively, inflection.
Amusingly, discretion.
Elusively, reception.
Unsuitably, suggestion.
Immunity, rejection.
Reclusively, exemption.
Allusively, convention.
Disputably, deflection.
Immutably, oppression.
Consumingly, complexion. ...
#LifeStruggles
#spiritual
#rhyming
#philosophical
#tradition
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DU Poetry : Poems About Tradition by Top Critiquers