Short Ceremonial Poems

nestled in the pines
ceremonial crimson
blush on winter's face

1/17/2021...

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Cardinals



I saw the cardinals today
Clad in ceremonial crimson red
Tiara tufts above their heads.

Silken sheen on satin capes,
Looking down from lofty perch
Of nest in apse of nearby church....

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Sinking alone in deep despair
I hear to truth whisper
Where Impermanence of beings
Is ignored as ever a bliss
And truth buried ceremonial
To invite happiness immoral
Such falsity of worldly affair 
Can one ever be altruistic?

...rAHUL...

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She guards her heart with more than fine steel,
And combination of sorts.
To break the face of a stern-faced guard
Is almost considered a sport.
To see a rock wall shed a tear,
As impossible as it may be.
Emotion hits the hardest with words
And it waves the hardest in seas....

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When you fail to entertain ask someone for voluntary work.
to learn about boring, to apply a healthy jerk,
Don't hurt anybody, build climax, wisely and warmly,
Patience can promote you when you have an initiative lurk,
Believe me, you shall seek an appointment for ceremonial Kirk....

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Always in black, Fr. McShane
raises cathedral hands and intones,
‘our brother is finally home.’

Absolved of the fight to contain
a lifetime of tears
in this ceremonial splendor

I just have to wonder.  

His Nikes are ‘home’
in the walk-in closet,
aren’t they?

©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
August 31, 2012...

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Eerie beauty and mystery
Permeate gray stones
Forming a temple,
An observatory, a timepiece
For Britain's earliest arrivals
Who left ancestors buried
In pagan mounds awaiting
The Anglican God.
By moonlight the Druids,
Wandering the grounds
Once their domain,
Performed ceremonial rites 
Not revealed by the ages....

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How can you unsee an etched wound ?
The name will tell the moon.
An empty sky now calls for
the rains.

What was it-
the ceremonial farewell ?
A dependable pain now starts
pulling out the sharpnels from the body. 

You may call it
meaningless. My poem now
moves between the stings. Somebody
was going for a merciless kill.


Satish Verma...

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Musical submarine 
Down South
John Lennon, toilet paper and comb
Hendrix put down his guitar
Hummed and sang  rrrr, brrr, dooo

Ride of the Valkyres
At the Royal Albert Hall
Nearly four thousand players 
What a buzz in the place
Good vibrations

Alabama Vest
Warren Herbert Frost
George D Smith
Africans before them
Ceremonial noises
Mirliton and membramophone
Exhibited at a dedicated museum

A Kazoo

Jack Horne for Nette’s Sound Madness contest...

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The February full moon stirred
A wintery blustering
Wind that roared through the neighborhood
Like an out-of-control freight train.
The stark, naked trees swayed wildly
In a ceremonial dance
While low-growing tree branches touched
Intermittently the ground
In swift, servile genuflections.
Then for an abbreviated
Lull, an eerie silence prevailed
Within this moonlit quietude
Until the winds bellowing voice
Was heard echoing its return....

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Women know which men to marry
And Normal Woman won’t tarry;
To keep praising her Sir Barry
But it’s going to be Larry,
Barry to keep giving her Garri
To keep enjoying it Larry…

And she’d keep flirting with Harry,
Who her great burdens does carry;
Ceremonial thanks to Zorro
Who in her behalf would borrow,
Promising creditors morrow
But bed-time sleeping in sorrow…

Poor Zorro who does hard soils harrow
And watch over sows that farrow....

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Long long ago in a land far away
Was this slave girl named Gedophamee
Worked as a prostitute to earn some dough
Name was pronounced “Get-offa-me!”

At an athletic festival in Roman times
Male athletes performed in the buff
Preventing arousal while they competed
They imbibed and downed other stuff

At the opening gala ceremonial parade
One lady exclaimed “Oh! Limp Dicks!”
Ever since that momentous occasion
It has morphed into the “Olympics”...

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Long long ago in a land far away
Was this slave girl named Gedophamee
Worked as a prostitute to earn some dough
Name was pronounced “Get-offa-me!”

At an athletic festival in Roman times
Male athletes performed in the buff
Preventing arousal while they competed
They imbibed and downed other stuff

At the opening gala ceremonial parade
One lady exclaimed “Oh! Limp Dicks!”
Ever since that momentous occasion
It has morphed into the “Olympics”

© Jack Ellison 2013...

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(Gentle Summer Rain)

Listen to:
light pouring silver gray
enriched thoughts fall from the sky
complete path towards-
Blissful, Delighting Peace
small ceremonial rain dance.
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Gentle therapeutic rain
on a warm summer day.
falls of heaven on my skin 
lovely healing memory
smiling tears 
embracing promise land
means of escaping
utopia in a cloud
Solace-
light mist paints the Earth

"Drizzling summer rays."
Swimming in sunshine, rain.



by:??...

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Smouldering charcoal smoke drifting
Heady mead distilled  from  honey...
Whethered white skin tropical sea
Gleaming sun  path  on  the water
Rising up out of the ancient ocean
Bronze  sheild  glinting in the light
Celtic metalwork deep in the earth
A hundred million years ago under
the sea was the great sacred stone
Ceremonial patterns of swirling line
Druids  little  hamlet  thatched  roofs
were bathed in the suns reddish light.
Freshly baked bread  crickets at night....

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Long long ago in a land far away
Was this slave girl named Gedophamee
Worked as a prostitute to earn some dough
Name was pronounced “Get-offa-me!”

At an athletic festival in Roman times
Male athletes performed in the buff
Preventing arousal while they competed
They imbibed and downed other stuff

At the opening gala ceremonial parade
One lady exclaimed “Oh! Limp Dicks!”
Ever since that momentous occasion
It has morphed into the “Olympics”


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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