Best Ritual Poems

Connection with nature
When a new day arises
Inspires to meditate
About the meaning of life

Looking through a window
Feeling the sunshine rays 
After morning routine
Recharges the senses




For Morning Ritual Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
January 1, 2018...

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Spring will forever be the time for renewals when brisk fresh air invigorates our drowsy muse. Tickling every inner child, beckoning them to come out for a playdate. And ever so gleefully we crack open the treasure chest of possibilities, dust it off to see...

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MORNING RITUAL

I shake off thoughts, as I awaken,
replaced by cocoa beans and faith.
Remembering, I’m not forsaken,
I shake off thoughts, as I awaken.
Open the book, it’s true — I’m shaken.
The Spirit stirs what GOOD WORD saith.
I shake off thoughts as I awaken,
Replaced by cocoa beans and...

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A Virtual Ritual

Reality at times may become virtual;
Can...

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On both sides of drunk
and on both sides of sober,
both sides of the truth
and both sides a lie 
lie the two of us.

You own the license to my pain,
I hold the leasehold to your wounds,
we hunger for the ritual      ...

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blue crane undeterred
wings flap and emotions spurred
raspy sounds are heard


Contest: What's the Buzz
3rd Place...

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Public speaking fear,
Relieved by a beer,
Can lead to audience loss,
You are filled with dread,
Words at mirror said,
Make you seem like you are boss.

Tell a short story,
Of me - no glory,
Make them laugh real good and loud.
Forget the content, 
They’ll think you’re bent,
Self-comedy wins a crowd....

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After months of white covering substance
That’s dominated the ground’s existence
Powers of the sky peer down upon me
And lo and behold there are green blades freed

Grass is coming in sight by the sun’s rays
The white fluffy snow has seen better days
There’s now formed in the middle...

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pageantry of stars
welcomes full moon  arising,
congos pulse  in bounced rhythm
for one midnight rush
garlands offered for wishes… 
arms catching heavenly flare

primal dances swerve
unleashing instinct’s  desire,
toes swivel  on  burst of eve
for whirlwind frolic…
Moon Lady beams through tree - lights
her radiance spilling charms


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Blink awake, get up,
Brew reviving cup,
Breathe each fuelling sup,
Then to the cleansing waters go,
Inhale the essence slow,
Awash with ebb and flow,
Purified head to toe,
Mystery of water empower
At this early hour
The mind comes to in the shower,
Blink awake, get up,
Brew reviving cup,
Breathe each fuelling sup,
Caffeine shot...

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Squirrel
stocks the larder --
another nut case

 © Harry J Horsman 2010...

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While driving down a Texas road
I marvel at the fields of blue,
prescribed by springtime’s color code.

The flowers always bloom on cue,
as prompted by the April rain,
and nature’s life begins anew.

These rolling hills are once again
bright blue as far as eyes can see
alive with color quite...

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It broke her heart
when Franco died
he’d been her soul mate
wed over fifty years
he’d been her life

For her Franco
she had a ritual
lit a candle every night
so he would know
how much she missed him

Today would be a special day
she felt it when she closed her eyes
wouldn’t be...

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since nearly three millennia
the exact origin 
muddled thru times
come every fall
from the Taj Mahal
to sacred temples
to the humblest homes
around the world
the festival of lights
dazzles during five days
of exuberant worship
and lush ritual in celebration
of triumph of good over evil
millions of oil lamps and candles
and sparklers are...

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An Ice Fishing House, Abandoned, in Need of Repair

That same shed waits
by the trees.
Waits on its skids
for the lake to freeze,
and the for the creaking 
joints of bickering 
stoop-shouldered men
as they push it out to the center
of a pool of glass.
It houses the stories of...

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