Ritually Poems - Poems about Ritually

...I've said it before. I'll say it again. You don't have to be what you've always been. There's always the choice to break all your chains Or give in to fear, in bondage remain. So many will live c......

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...Mud month: Salmonath. Kale month. Named for Februa, the Roman purification festival, when people were ritually washed. Some years, February is the coldest month; Most years, only the second cold......

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...The slots spin, the casino’s siren song bellows its flashy music-box tune. Click, click, click…. O so close! “It’s not gambling,” she says, “it’s just a half-assed prayer we ritually rep......

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...In the depth of the shadow that stretches when words are made sense of and then cast aside, Silence dresses over our dreams, ethereal strands subtly strung and pierced through, Desire boils and yea......

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...He’s a man of few words when he wants to be And his silence can rival the Sphinx, But be spins a good yarn during therapy With his analyst pouring the drinks. His obsession with fishing’s a mania......

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...I see a seed of white colouration, And pink pigmentation. Manually easy to divide, Not ritually difficult to provide. I see the financially easy to handle, A culturally accepted candle. Annou......

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...I feel the Pain, When babies are born, without mothers. For my heart bleeds to loneliness. When hospitals and clinics Are now the headlines of abortions. Why kill when you are able to prevent?......

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...Dumbfounded in the raw, nerves in neon. Sin-New and bones quartered by time's animation- Death re-imagined by the law of Thelema and Agenda 21. Moments of truth corner you in alleys and avenues i......

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...Sweet butterscotch dew dimples on the lips of daffodils In flourishing fields fondled by four leaf clover Each scant spikelet of small white blooms playfully pleasure Rejoicing with fragrance with......

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...Stubbed my toe Here I stand a little over two-thousand years later. The worlds are not the same, coming from the creator. One ritually set to hold fast, the other has forgotten the laws of the ......

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...Das dada = codified bonafide anachronism me thoughts infused with thom hankering for yesteryear circa antebellum i.e. American Civil War era veer rilly, teetering, smoldering, rumbling upon i......

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...A fairytale, commercial. Raining onto minds window sill An unfathomable deep. Abominable monster on Life's seven seas. Dreams, the valuable current sea. A two edged sword for those sailing on......

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...Just? look, at YOU now, self righteous, you know YOUR rites best. You have much to celebrate. Celebrate diversity, the joy of sex in the city. Make it, YOU, at your behest, the center of yo......

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...Trotter's words are his deeds girding the Earth in great magnetic lines of universal intent. In Ward's ritually upraised palm we see the symbol Coriolis south draining left north draining ri......

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...ESSAY ON DRUMS The drum sounds slowly its cadence the beat, beat, beat marks a march and through the air reverberates. The tramp of a company at quick time, arms pumping with machine precisi......

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