Polytheism Poems - Poems about Polytheism

Skulls and roses, skulls and crossbones, most of people who died alone. Skulls in corpses, skulls in the living, ‘til they decompose, protection is what they’re giving. Protect the mind, that tissue so soft, but easily shaken, easily sent aloft. Protecting a soul, so sweet and tender, but nothing, not even nature, can...

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How does it feel to you when presidents proclaim anthro-supremacy exclusively made in one universal God's straight WesternWhite monotheistic over-Capitalized and stealth-marketed kleptocratic image? How might this have felt comfortable and uncomfortable across centuries of Western straight light-skinned male monastics expecting historically salvific privilege? How might this orthodox Tradition feel to leftbrain verbally dominant scribes? interpreters of ancient language translators manipulators of living water symbols More modern manufacturers monoculturists patriarchal monotheists Ageing and...

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A Murder of Crows, A Pantheon of Gods! Monotheism, we’re told, is the way it should be. But the Heavenly Court doesn’t make it agree. Similar to the pantheons of many a belief. All kinds of beings with a head guy as chief. Whether Zeus or Odin, whatever their name, The behaviors and hierarchies are always the same. (The heavenly court or...

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Punishing for revenge, could this occur to natural systems without capacity to imagine alternative futures? Punishing others for their defiant behavior, actions and words stronger than ignorantly ignoring, bolder than merely angry with Other and our defenseless selves But how much more to accurately measure fair consequences for words of anger compared to more aggressive, too often violent, defiance? If I had never been a victim...

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First, and hopefully last, organizational meeting of the Polycultural Party tonight in our conjoined Meeting Room, between your bipartisan eyes. If you work or live in a cooperative democratic tax-based community, would like to live more healthy or work more inclusively wealthy in a more co-invested environment, If you garden or farm, or just feed, with organic preference, If you would like to live in a more nurturing political...

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A quiet prelude to a mystical piece: It is apparent that my spiritual side must be released. Perhaps it is to my squeakin' wheel the grease. Upon my brain I signed the lease. It just ran out. Why pout? Why pick only one? Museth I. There are many in the sky. Allah, Yahweh, Zoroaster and Ja'Quan For communion I shall eat fried wontons. Worship shall be led by Daniel Johnston, and the sermons delivered by the filthiest...

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The menstruation, Till its cessation Makes women to live outside Their homes for four days Come home on fifth day Husbands helping and inside. ================== Based on an ancient Indian custom as the women were not allowed to touch anything in the house for four days of their menstruation cycle every month. They were considered untouchable religiously....

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