Rite Poems - Poems about Rite

Brains and guts orbit the soul— that polar star searing in the marrow of being. I was born somewhere between Einstein’s neurons Ginsburg beat poetry, the birth of rock and roll, revolution marches, and the calloused hands of a carpenter, where ink stains fight oil slicks, where the soft susurrations of Plato wrestle the raw shouts of Spartacus. Do you think Socrates...

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In rare gustation dine we here tonight! For you, my feast; for me, your pleasant sight! And for them both, I raise my glass to cheer: Let all that’s sober end before the year! Let music, wine and wantonness prevail! Let revelry erase the dry and stale! And light your mortal youth that burns so strong, For I, the God of Wine,...

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Rite Of Passage _______________ I haste not I fear not in harmonious cries, I plead where flight has called this mighty warrior red paint upon my cheek O' cleansing smoke of wild grass high of resin and sacred bead a vision has taken this warrior's cry anon, to capture a dream I crawl through gates to reach the ledge where spirit and smoke arise and pluck the...

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We shall all die One day. It is the way Of this Universe. We walk upon The dirt of life and death. We are but a speck Of Cosmic dust In comparison to the vastness Of Space. Our little orb appears to be unique. The stars overwhelm the night sky As I gaze Into its sparkling darkness,...

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a tender voice recites, muse’s lyrics flow ...

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The Vessel pt. 2 - Leviæthan I 'neath the grim pallor of a Plutonian moon, Sheltered in the cloak of Phantom's embrace, A tempest rages within flesh— entombed, Ash and soot caress expressionless...

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The Vessel pt. 1 - A Blighted Vale (pt 2/2) Amongst the dead and dying trees, A Stygian crypt of crumbling stone A doorway opened, not with man-made keys, But forgotten tongue from forgotten tome This ancient ruin with obscured glyphs, Gently brushed clean with calloused tips Whispered words from cracked, parched lips, Spill forth with unhindered ease— Like oft spoken lines from cherished...

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the plump raindrops fall glad blooms drink their age-old wine sunrise colors soon Group 4...

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“The streams are in my veins” quote from the sponsor Guided Through the ages Endowing the future An heir aroused by sage wisdom Ancestral blood pumps...

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Rite of Passage Ebon skin debutante contemplating Spring’s arrival counting blossom petals....

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in graceful flight they glide with ease across a skyline that’s doused with fire a sacred rite upon a breeze sun sets divine and wings soar higher A-B-C-D E-F-C-D AP: 3rd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2023 Submitted on March 17, 2022 for contest A BRIAN STRAND 1091 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST Originally posted on March 16, 2022...

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Bury the hurt to get over the pain As memory relines with forgiveness again Bury the past for new light to break through With darkness abandoned —your spirit anew (Las Vegas: January, 2022)...

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Spoiled soy burgers and marshmallow spam Find all the worms in the uncured ham Mustard stew a la mode pistachio-flavored tongue of toad Dandelion roots in stuffing of turkey makes digestion extra-perky Fancy diets? - Gain weight and kvetch Eat this stuff! Shed pounds ~ just retch...

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Urnestly, I search for words buried beneath the veneer. The rite way to ashes and grief. Contained in a purple jar, her only tear— a hoarder's memory. Death makes no sense, the bed relied upon— a cramped space in the dark, not at all what I was expecting. No marker with flowers. Her jar’s become a place of “cheers.” Dad’s tears plink into his afterglow martini. 10/15/2021...

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Gustavo’s Rite He walked onto the harbor beach at sunset, planting a small net on a pole like a guidon, and setting soiled cloth bags around it. Alone on the beach he began his dance. Mismatched clothes flapping, he swayed, then paced, then crouched to pat the sand into a crescent, then stepped back and back, dug sand by hand, finding black things and...

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