Best Traditionalists Poems

     Poetry time
     Every line chimes
       Stop on a dime
       A buck for a rhyme

    What’s a meta for 
  ...

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What words do we choose for maximizing our ultimate accomplishments,
achieving our healthiest goals,
measuring our 100% successful therapeutic outcome projections?

Why do these words, 
and our feelings about these choices 
wave in and out of optimal happiness and prosperity, 
even when quantitative measures suggest our historical maximums...

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Unity of two whilst same gender.
For love, for kinship, for the future.
Tied by the very hands of Destiny.
Of minute difference to the society.
Yet recognized as a monstrosity.
By those fueled by animosity.

The government goes with the flow.
Their people’s mindset they follow.
Perception still stuck in perpetual limbo.
Seen...

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Human life deserves a platform to unfold
Away from straitjackets of pious scrutiny
Whose eyes, ears and hands feel so cold
They reject freedom and project a mutiny  

Born from the scorn society pours on freedom
Curtailing every progressive move towards expanding
Frontiers of free thought, thought outside the...

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But one day I will, a witness
Muslims and Christians,
      even, the traditionalists
When tears will grace this face
Within which my joy will cry
In it my pains of insecurity
The anguish in misinterpretations
The one of which siblings and kids
    friends...

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When conformists' adherence to
 irksome, empty, shallow, hollow
 obsolete rules

 overrides unadulterated substance...
 imported intuitive works
 of essence, potence...spirit

When lettered law
 obscures, obliterates
 disintegrates
 vital verve

When egotistical opinion
 ascends higher, reigns over...
 tramples on authentic art

This is when I dispose and disclose
 I hold scant...

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Written by Gail Debole
November 26, 2024

Adding "ing" to nouns has taken over the town.
English Traditionalists - turn your frowns upside down.

"Being an adult" is now one word.
We are all "adulting" or haven't you heard?

So I guess the next noun to be "verbed"
Is that a child...

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Talismanic turbans trade togas. How great. Short grin large grin. Big beam. And now an elephant in baggy trousers dancing. Peachtree waving. Chutney calling. Tantric trade. Tanks. Till not a tailor. Traditionalists trumpeting. One six zero. And a purple patterned silk cloth. Rice dance then....

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“On the Sonnet”
by John Keats

If by dull rhymes our English must be chained,
And, like Andromeda, the Sonnet sweet
Fettered, in spite of painéd loveliness;
Let us find out, if we must be constrained,
Sandals more interwoven and complete
To fit the naked foot of poesy;
Let us inspect the lyre,...

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A man acquainted with sorrows and grief
be it then was bruised for our relief
the ones  ruling over them kept them in pain
but struck was he so we might Life regain
 
All like sheep have wandered astray
but he announced to the crowds Gods new day
no...

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Two Greek fraternities will battle it out.
Go head to head in a do or die bout.
They will prove their manhood with different games.
Against each other they will make slanderous claims.

The Greeks on the right are traditionalists and aggressive.
The Greeks on the left are open-minded and...

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A hen meets a duck and joins a hunt. Wow. Wisdom flavours of ancient waters. Lingering laughing llamas lounging. Traditionalists glow and grow from packs of geese, swarms of sausages and packs of noodles. All bundled then. Good. Get on the correct train and pronounce...

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Plastic Alice
through the looking glass
Her daughters have Pans merriment
Hungry for the here and now
Culpability over reality
They are non traditionalists
Parking on yellow lines 
Forever disobedient
The Sun can't shine
forever lacklustre
is their main amusement...

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In the center of my chest sounds;
A pestle and mortar that pound,
With the rhythm of tudu-tudu-tudu;
In a manner that flows,
one and two and three;- breathe;
The ratio of three to one,
Three beats of my heart followed by one breath of my lungs-
It defines properly the art...

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A beef stew is neither a mildew or an orange orbital hue. It is a flavoursome culinary creation. And when particles skip. Dust off the spoon and dance crab like to tunes emerging from the bubbling pot. It is ripe a seed and radiantly flowing....

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