Long Traditions Poems
Long Traditions Poems. Below are the most popular long Traditions by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Traditions poems by poem length and keyword.
There are things that we sow, and we do not desire to reap their harvest.
In fact, we might later engender aversions to the distaste we created.
But there is a fixed law that says, 'we reap what we sow'.
Inertia remains until an outside force alters its status.
Inertia must be a rarity in our vast volatile universe
because it seems that everything out there is in motion.
Commitment and consistency are always welcome,
But repetition that hopes for change yields a
sameness that is tantamount to insanity.
Dark, demonic, and horror books and movies,
I cannot abide and refuse to read or watch them.
To certain things, I must close my mind.
Our mortal being desires what it sees and feels.
Whether informed or ignorant of the actual cost,
Often, we do not desire to pay the hefty price.
I have an aversion to inhumane traditions.
Does it serve the few and enslave the many?
Is it demoralizing, humiliating, and racist?
I have an aversion to half-heartedness.
Should we not give it our all or not at all?
Sincerity alone does not make it holy.
And I think insincerity is repulsive.
Clearly, Hypocrisy has no winners.
I find narcissism most repugnant.
We have been told that fools rush in
where angels fear to tread. Some fears are
healthy. If the traffic light is red, wait.
Have respect for the ways of Rose as well as Ray.
If an entity is not broken, leave it be; Let it lay.
However, if it is broken, fix it now without delay.
Heroism is earned, not self-proclaimed.
Once upon a time, bleeding the ill was
a medical procedure that later proved
to be totally worthless and deadly.
I suppose that water takes the course of least
resistance because she feels that it is essential
to keep flowing. May we be conduits through which
God's love flows like an ever-flowing river.
092422PSCtest, A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest.
Strand. 5P
Jesus spoke as one with authority
clearly, as God's son, He knew what's right
traditions are all man-made no less
in them, nothing good, get them out of sight
So often hung up in our traditions
placing too much emphasis on man
thinking what's best by our standard
making it all up according to plan
Hypocrisy is really a great sin
for God abhors this terrible deceit
it fails to honour our great God
bringing on oneself a sure defeat
Here is a question from our Lord
asking why sin against His sovereign
by following tradition so very bland
for the Lord alone can truly govern
So often prayer seems just words
as well read God's word like any book
such attitudes displease our eternal God
be really honest never be a fraud!
("But he answered and said unto them, Why do ye also
transgress the commandment of God by your tradition?")
~ Matthew 15:3
Inspired by Charmed, Season 3, Episode 14: "The Good, the Bad and the Cursed". A lesson about courage and doing the right thing. Bo's potential death triggers a curse that needs to be broken by the townsfolk. The raven is a talisman and guide.
I have a deep respect and reverence for our Native American tribes. They are the true ancestors of North America and have much to teach us about respecting each other, traditions and the earth.
Thank you to Michael Greyeyes for your contributions to our world. Blessings and best wishes.
Everything is connected
By Michelle Morris
18/07/2023
Our world is in our hands
Our souls are in our hands
Our choices are in our hands
Our future is in our hands
One person can make a difference
One person can change a life
One person can make an impact on the world
One person can fill hearts and minds with light
Let us stand up, even when we are afraid
Let us stand up for what is right
Let us show goodness and mercy
Let us embrace our divinity and courage
We have ancestors who passed on knowledge
We have wisdom within our souls
We have a planet filled with hope
We have a future if we are decisive and bold
Everything comes down to choices
Everything is connected
Everything is possible if we act
Everything is energy and potential
© Michelle Morris, 2023
(“Dragon’s Eye”, 2024, original encaustic)
Nonduality
Nonduality is at the heart of both physical reality
And all spirituality
The non duality of the two being its essential meaning
But still as simple and obvious as this is
It is easily misunderstood
Perhaps because it is simple and obvious.
The way it is usually approached
Is by pointing out there is no duality
No you and me, us and them
That we are in fact One
And this is the same for all traditions
From a materialist’s Energy
In the form of molecules, atoms and quarks
To a spiritualist’s Source
In the spirit of God, Love, Truth, Emptiness.
As it is said, in The Middle Way,
This form and emptiness is the same
Not as two opposites somehow existing as one
But as synonyms for the same
Seen through the different lenses
Of matter and mind, substance and psyche,
But this remains within the refined realm of intellect.
What is it in our actual lives?
How is it that this oneness,
Which is not even a union
Because there has never been or could be
A separation into parts,
Is experienced within the duality of appearance?
First there is recognition and then confidence;
Recognition that this is the truth of what is,
And confidence that there is no other.
And with this comes familiarity
Familiarity with simply what is
Without trying to change it,
Make it what it isn’t
Through either suppression or transformation.
Poetically the stages of grief come to mind
As Life is clearly the embodiment of this!
What we reject and resist in the end we accept.
And in our lives, this very moment,
This means knowing it will all work out
That it is in fact All Good
And that even at our ugliest and most confused,
We are really never apart
From the wisdom, truth, love and beauty,
That is Life itself.
We know this simply because we are alive
Warts and all.
Nonduality is at the heart of all traditions
Expressed in symbols as diverse
As circles and snakes, labyrinths and crosses
And stars
Radiating out
To manifest as all the stuff of our universe
And the mind that can open its eyes.
(11/9/24)
Who is like unto you among the nations, O Israel
A nation with a good eye and a good heart
Protecting its non-Jews as fiercely as she does her Jews
Even going beyond her borders
~ to protect Syria’s community of Druze*
Just as she did from 1977 to ‘91
to airlift the Beta Israel from war-torn Ethiopia**
Had Israel not rescued them,
~ the Beta would have been ‘gamma, gone and done’
I too participated in that miracle
teaching three Beta men Ivrit ***
Ever grateful to Israel for saving their lives
for helping them recover traditions so sweet
__________________________________________________
*Members of the Druze community in Israel have been vital
contributors to Israel ever since statehood. Israel, therefore,
is protecting Druze in southern Syria from attacks on them
by the new 'revolutionary government' (= terrorists) there.
**Ethiopia fought an 'endless war' against Eritrea in the last
quarter of the 20th century. Eritrea was backed by the for-
mer Soviet Union, and inflicted heavy losses on Ethiopia.
Many Jews there lost their families, homes, etc., including
the men whom I was privileged to teach.
***'Ivrit' means 'Hebrew' in the Hebrew Language.
I was interested in what will happen.
In the endmost fate of this debilitating dimness.
An insightful major established man advised me:
It will be a time when one's destiny will be entwined.
Traditions and elderly people are no longer honored.
Poorer families will be vying to pay for food and need.
Individuals who are dumb yet rich will become educated.
All earth lose the propensity to characterize what has occurred.
Individuals talents come from a lack of accessible record.
Everyday food and service prices drastically skyrocketed.
There is no fuel or cars, and all freshwater has receded.
Audacious ascension to the foolhardy conclave held
What would we expect from this cutting-edge time period?
"Eat poor that day, eat rich the rest of the year.
Rice for riches and peas for peace."
- Southern saying on eating a dish of Hoppin' John on New Year's Day.
The first of twelve grapes eaten
quickly at midnight was sour.
January will be bad.
Better eat one more!
Collard greens I despise are
folded large bills on my plate.
Legumes represent mere coins.
I’ll eat tons of beans!
Pigs push forward; chickens don’t.
Hating pork, I can’t progress.
Eating noodles for long life -
Oops, my noodle broke!
Fish and round foods give good luck.
I don’t eat fish. No matter.
I might find the lucky prize
in the New Year’s cake.
Note: Mentioned in this poem were some of the more common
foods of the New Year dinner and the traditions surrounding them.
For Russell Sivey's Good Luck Meal Contest
The sweet Megan Markle had that bright sparkle
for she landed herself a true prince
Our dear handsome Harry, was never contrary
But the Queen he had to convince
All Britain is fawning, this is a new dawning
for actress turned royal brings fame
the coffers are filling, and tourism's thrilling
The Duke and the Duchess are game
The wedding's now history, no longer a myst'ry
the world watched each detail in awe
this couple got hitched as each lose thread got stitched
There was not a single guffaw
Traditions respected, through some circumvented
the bride added much to the day
A curtsy forgotten, does not make her rotten
Just strong willed as some critics say
Her dress was straight lined, demure and refined
the make-up was simple and sweet
Prince George and Charlotte, they made us all gloat
Their goodness must warrant a treat
I'm happy for Harry, he is a dear chappy
his smiles tell the world all is well
the pre-wedding drama, that long pause or comma
forgotten, for now all is swell
So the 19th of May was quite a big day
It showed fairy tales still come true
Now young ladies know, to put beauty on show
The next story could be about you.
Eileen Manassian
A hospitable host for the poets all over
Decorated with the festoons of poems
Disseminating the aroma of knowledge
With eye-feasting and insightful portraits
Serene and sweet music of audio clippings
Ragas of divergent genres with positive vibes
Free from the constraints of domestic walls
Cognizance of rich inputs with impartial judgements
Supportive dais for classic and novice poets
Sharing of different beliefs and traditions
A storehouse of passions and emotions
Bringing myriad thoughts across the world together
A lovely platform that has accommodated me
Poetry Soup – A new world of linguaphiles!
Place : 2nd
95%
John walked out the front door.
The screen slammed behind him.
It was very loud in the stillness of the day.
The man looked out at his land before him.
It was his father's land,
and his father's, and his father's land...
Traditions held for generations,
never broken, deemed unbreakable,
by wind, or storm.
Often on his knees in the night, to bring the rain.
Often under his breath, a word to his maker.
Yet this day, he was quiet.
He was one with everything, like the very air...
waiting to be filled with life, and only smelling of death.
The paper in his hand...
clutched in a grip of iron,
was a notice by the government.
"Kill all but five percent of your herd." and it continued...
"We will pay you to starve the rest of the world,
sit back and be glad you are not among those,
that will die of empty bellies."
Followed by the last line... "You are safe."
His fist turning white,
the blood forced from his hand,
by the tight grip he held,
in a personal effort
to strangle the words of evil
The man would not do it.
He would not kill one cow ahead.
He would not kill one cow behind.
The system, the shoppers on cloud 9
that demand compliance,
will need to send the rain,
of fire, as the man had tired...
of going along.