Rituals Poems - Poems about Rituals

Dark angel baring broken wing, ...

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I have rituals for the first day of class like a superstitious athlete they get me into a good frame of mind where I feel like a juggernaut who has total agency and I don’t need to seek validation It’s a moment in time I have all my books—stacked on my desk they look serious—very nuts and bolts I’ve beaten the syllabuses to...

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They, the idols who have the right given by you to dispose of your own soul, offer to admire their wise reflections, but do not offer to share their wisdom with them. They don't want you to be on the same level of insight. This is the real culture, derived from the word "cult" -...

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Have you ever pretended a guy was interesting? Have you slow danced and let him sniff you up close? I gives you somewhere to go, if you decide to. Or given a little kiss—nothing slutty in that. You know, a 'person' isn’t a good kisser - it takes two. I’m not talking about me, of course. There’s a two-way interrogation going...

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What stemmed from a mystic romantic tale The Lack of love and endearment inspires me ...

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Filled with sunny day rituals, we are a sampling of the craft; The bourgeoisie will call us fools, filled with sunny day rituals; Magical keys and safety tools, duplicitous sides come off daft; Filled with sunny day rituals, we are a sampling of the craft....

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They forbid my travels, and money transfers A hostage of criminal times To all that is negative I am immersed Expectedly drowning in wine You are lucky to stay at the positive side It’s an obvious thing to admit A sort of dialectical suiside Which I often forget to commit Exhausted, I’m lying in bed the whole day Eyes closed, but I’m not...

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Love Letter Courting a Black Widow Spider I do admire your knitting skills The sight of your cobweb fills me with thrills Your hourglass figure glowing red has never gripped my heart with dread The sight of you a passion rare instills So I could never believe, as I view fresh kills that the day we wed, I’ll be next day’s meals...

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Glow morning warm hugging sleepy scalp and face embrace outside sacred pink yellowing fragrant dawn Without fear of fading dark or death or sin Welcome in naked foot massage pressure memories of walk on stretching strings Hang on for this new day's feel good dance Lay back tummy up butt and back below Angel face reflecting innocence of trauma from hands on humane touch empowering health warming arms to shoulder soothing skin, lightly felt wealth of recreation Back then...

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the nuclear snakes slither into disaster warheads waiting in the dithering wings ~~~!~~~X~~~#~~~>>> light explodes darkness erupts fiery projectiles obliterate without mercy the reptilian warlords fumble through flames apocalypse waiting amid withering declarations...

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Rituals are sacred when they reconnect what LeftBrain dominant straight white privileged man has transcendently and monotheistically disconnected secular nature from sacred polytheistic spirits Earthly nature divorced from Heavenly spirit, power from light, empowerment from enlightenment, autonomous theological identity from interdependent ecological experience, personal health from transcendent joy Like segregating sexual health rituals from sensory wealth of regenerative spirituals sacredly enriching both Yang LiberalLovers and more mundanely conserving Yintegral every day red-blooded green conservation PolyCultural rituals of resonant positive...

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movie about Preparing the dead Was moving In so many ways It celebrates life And the beauty contained As a heart wrending Story relays My favorite scene Is the one Where they feast After closing up shop for the day As one of the Leading men Gorges himself He looks at his partner to say I hate myself ! The embracing of Life so voraciously After dealing with death And it's sting Fills the...

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No Exit musicians hide behind scarring sounds beyond madness beyond folly beyond Somewhere Everywhere dance with delirious determination through fragments of melodious folly dissonant dulcimers declare repetitive chords within punctuated digital drones repetitive beyond vibration vibrating beyond repetition percussive rituals vibrate beyond inflated vaudevillians mutating into mad cacophonous comedic collisions rituals beyond vibrating cacophony rituals behind chaotic vibrations deranged vibraphones denounce fragments of repetitive visions mindful of mindless Exits ...

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Saturnalia, the pagan worship of winter solstice, the darkest tidings of the year. ...

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Covered in shadow White to light She is married To the night ...yet she claims I am owner I am might I have won It's my right ...to rule man Androgynous When at war A goddess No more ...to appease appetite Kings and Queens Bound to glory They honor and venerate Her ancient story ...empty womb Written by Trudy Schrader on 07/26/2020...

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