Best Rituals Poems

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I am coming back after a long gap during which many things happened. I lost my dear wife Shashi in July 2017 who was ill for the last few months. She was not only my life partner but was my inspiration who helped...

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Thoreau's beaten path to the river has
nothing on my bakery trip each morn.
We crave the ritual comfort to give us
a thought of control rather than forlorn
hope of the future. We are desperate
for meaning ,our curse and even I,
"atheist", am constantly on alert
for that one sparkling...

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I sleep with yawning windows
Under blankets of a coddling breeze
To ensure some honesty in God

I sleep with active lamps 
Where bulbous dreams can swell 
Un-shaded by the restraints of vanity

I sleep in the suit of a newborn admitting all 
My secrets divulged in prayer should...

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No Exit
musicians hide behind scarring sounds
beyond madness
beyond folly
beyond Somewhere Everywhere

dance with delirious determination
through fragments of melodious folly

dissonant dulcimers declare 
repetitive chords
within punctuated digital drones

repetitive beyond vibration
vibrating beyond repetition

percussive rituals vibrate 
beyond inflated vaudevillians 
mutating into
mad cacophonous comedic collisions

rituals beyond vibrating cacophony
rituals behind chaotic vibrations

deranged vibraphones...

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MY VALENTINE RITUALS

A day set aside
Only for love to tangle
A day where gifts are exchanged 
All in the name of love

A day where love is confessed willingly
A day that increases birth rate 
A day where lies reign supreme
A day where truth are rarely spoken

How many...

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Endless tunnels lead me, to dim corners of strange dimensions
Floating with waves to infinity, loops curling me to shores
I lose the stories seen, in witty rituals of my mind.

May 23, 2020

Let the Pens Flow - Sijo Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Jenish Somadas
~Winner: First Place

BRIAN'S select D,any form,any...

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Routine.
New Year
yet the same ritualistic routines,
absent their blissfully celebrating roots
buried in more fertile loves and hope-filled times
and might have beens
if not for this today
with these people
on this sacred nurturing Goddess Earth,

Still making more or less nice with FireGod Sun,
whom some experience more condemning and unkind...

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The warm evening breeze 
Caresses my skin as I sit 
Beneath the old garden elm. 

The chatter of birds echoes
 Through the trees as they perform 
Their spring mating ritual. 

Redbirds, mocking-jays, and hummers 
Scurry from limb to limb, jealously 
Chasing foe from new-found lovers.

Enjoying...

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Glow morning warm
hugging
sleepy scalp and face embrace
outside sacred pink
yellowing fragrant dawn

Without fear of fading dark
or death
or sin

Welcome in
naked foot massage
pressure memories of walk
on stretching strings

Hang on
for this new day's feel good dance

Lay back
tummy up
butt and back below

Angel face
reflecting innocence of trauma
from hands on humane touch
empowering...

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E ach Wednesday evening we eat soup and bread,
A simple meal like one our Savior ate.
S upping with dear and closest, trusted friends,
T aking the food to meet His coming fate.
E very one is regretfully afraid,
R ealizing that our loved Savior dies.

R evolted that our...

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Rituals

in the summer rain
we dance like silk winged mayflies
our skirts bright with water
the fields ripen

the soft dunes hiss
with the scraping of bone fragments
ancients are sleeping
on pillows of wind.
.
in the summer rain
our feet move on the soft earth
leaving paths of laughter
the crops reach up.

the grandmothers
traced coloured...

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Hello friends of Poetry Soup. 

I am coming back after a long gap during which many things happened with me. I lost my dear wife Shashi in July 2017 who was ill for the last few months. She was not only my life partner but...

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Love Letter
Courting a Black Widow Spider

I do admire your knitting skills
The sight of your cobweb fills me with thrills

Your hourglass figure glowing red
has never gripped my heart with dread

The sight of you  a passion rare instills
So I could never believe, as I view fresh...

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Restless restoration
Return
Remove all the rubble remaining from the rampant rift you released and retracted
Remember?
I recognized and revealed your ravishing rituals and repugnant relations 
Rippling into your relentless rampage
A recycled retaliation, resonating with regret and self-revolt
A response reused rather than repenting the wrong
Ravaging our rare relics...

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Saturnalia, the pagan worship of winter solstice,

                                  the darkest tidings of the...

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