Best Superstition Poems
hornbill knocked on wood..
superstition understood..
fly away it would.
In naive minds where paranoid whispers spread,
superstitions escalate through ancient lies.
An omen of fear that fills a heart with dread.
Be it the number thirteen or black cat's eyes.
Although sometimes things in life really 'suck,'
shattering a mirror is simply bad luck.
The voice of reason will provide you relief.
Common sense prevails when faith is your belief.
As for each number
Thirteen appreciation
No superstition
As for each colour
Violet appreciate
No superstition
As for animals
Black cat appreciation
No superstition
Appreciation contest
revisited to conform the correct HaiKu syllable counting
Science cannot explain happenings
Understanding is shot, blind assimilation is the only way
Possibilities only entangle with beliefs
Events bringing lucks possibly in both directions
Rare is its marriage with truth
Society adopts, such stories adhere to the mind
Taking with it some level of seriousness
In addition to making a few childhood scare.
Tries to connect the disjointed links
Irrespective of the distance in deviation, but
Over the years, the mind gets deeper
No worries at all! It’s just the Disney aspect of our lives
Knock on wood
fingers crossed
don't step on cracks
don't walk under ladders
what kind of messed-up
window cleaner have I got ?.
Elizabeth alexander 16/3/2016
Reining in jet-black steed;
Rangle for her falcon.
Repugnant mudslinging,
Risible in content,
Rankled those in the know.
Recent loss of soulmate;
Ravens smudge the teal sky.
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GLOSSARY
Queen Elizabeth II had a good seat, and her love of horses is well documented. [Edited]
Throughout the ages, falconry has been considered the sport of kings. In falconry, ‘rangle’ is a term used for small stones which are fed to hawks to aid in digestion.
The exposé led by her grandson, Prince Harry, had divided a nation—a number of assertions made, have been proven to be false.
Queen Elizabeth II lost her husband on 9 April 2021, whom she had viewed as her soulmate.
A group of at least six captive ravens are resident at the Tower of London. Their presence is traditionally believed to protect The Crown and the Tower; a superstition holds that "if the Tower of London ravens are lost or fly away, the Crown will fall and Britain with it."
on the sidewalk
a sparkling shiny penny
heads or tails?
Superstition
A belief in the mind
Learned from another kind
Baseless only a customary
Born from cultural shine
Easy to preach but difficult to practice
Educated brain and grown up science
Always defunct why such immaterial!
When practised for good from bad
It is acceptable follow just to obey
When it evokes bad from good
Heinous deeds to believe and follow
But as it came from a chain of life
There should be a primary cause
Simple men adopted it for letting it be
As two sides of a coin front and rear
When unnatural charge upon men and other
Implicates doing harm mind and body
A mere matter of trouble accepting unruly
Accepting purpose of would be
Many heritages are most beautiful
Letting human beings matter of glory
We should preserve them gift of ancestors
Let it spare for our progenitors
Abstract may be considered only a feeling
But who have seen their mind and soul
Still all should believe they are within
Is superstition or pure final act of the God supreme
A young lad, upset, with a tear in his eye
It is but a picture and yet I ask why
What, in my parlour, makes him want to weep
Loneliness, hunger or fear of some creep?
It’s said that his presence will bring to you ill
Since one burnt out house had this boy hanging still
But rumour and legend don’t sway me at all
Strange, how it suddenly fell from the wall
I gazed at the spot where the painting was lying
My wife said I think I know why the boy’s crying
I think that he knew he’d crash down on the mat
But I don’t think he wanted to clobber the cat.
It has the magic to mesmerise the innocent
It leaves an impression of wonder and awe
It offers fleeting comforts to the susceptible
It advises escaping instead of confrontation.
It is a deep rooted evil systematically spread
It is a rabid wolf in sheep’s disguise dreaded
It puts out of view the real from the fabricated
It is a sinister child of ignorance awful indeed.
It is omniscient like a killer germ destructive
Quietly targets one who lacks discrimination
Makes him adamant to any rational instruction
And thus pushes him to go through all torment.
The only way to get rid of such evil pestilence
Is to completely rely on one’s own intelligence
And not to trust anything without discernment
And remain continuously focussed and vigilant.
Here we are on that lonesome road...
Crossing the same old paths once more
Why're you out here walkin' after midnight?
Just my luck ... with fewer lives left than before
3/27/2022
Black Cat contest
(forms - personification / LIND30WR)
I've felt a sense of gloom and doom looming over me
As if I'd set a rabbit's foot or lucky clover free
What have I done to put me in this hypnotic trance
No more can I endure this endless neurotic dance
So I steered into the skid to really test my fate
Stepped on every sidewalk crack with a spry gait
Broke a mirror and opened an umbrella wide indoors
Spilt salt and left it on my cleaned and just dried floors
Walked under a ladder to get my 13 new black cats
Left on the bed all my cowboy and lumberjack hats
And wouldn't you know, my luck began to show change
Bad luck thwart with bad omens, it's oh so strange
Just superstition?
Feisty black cat bearing claws
the number thirteen
tattooed upon its wild smile,
witches it’s your lucky day.
Should superstition be a religion
believing in luck either way,
don’t walk under ladders, beware of black cats
and knock on wood everyday.
Nobody tells you the rules
yet millions of people comply,
to some it’s a way of life
but most of them don’t know why.
When changing our environment
we use interpretations,
the basic ideas are the same
just different adaptations.
I have no idea when it started
or anyone I can blame,
so whether it’s faith, fate or luck
the mystery remains the same.
Unregin the rain darkness the circle hands to salt wick weather sound beat pound the heart of a vessel what hymns do it sing
listen to the weather a old man once said
listen to the weather a old man once said
night of the eye madness of a touch hands for the bless heal for the blind
crush it title waves salt that bend words that descend language earthbound sea level cast off the storm awake no reckoning a noise
Dwarf a feather long live a king warn the warn of weather
heavens kings circle the earth
sounds it mimics
listen to the weather a old man once said
listen to the weather a old man one said
man of a man storm out last a storm wait count once blessing look like I made it out of storm now a days I am very superstition what tells do one with hales.