Rituals Poems - Poems about Rituals

Scorpion Sybarite

                           Dark angel baring broken wing, 
                      

rituals

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

Real Culture

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" -

a dance

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

Scofs and Rituals

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

Sunny Day Rituals

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.

Rehearsal

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

Love Letter To a Black Widow

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

Unworded Rituals

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

Apocalyptic Rituals

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

Reconnecting Rituals

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

Departures the Movie

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

Dances of Vibrating Rituals

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

The Devotions of Noel

Saturnalia, the pagan worship of winter solstice,

                                  the darkest tidings of the year.

         

Renting the Veil

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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