Short Rite Of Passage Poems

Somewhere between ordinary and special....

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i journey chasing
imaginary wisps, in
reality bound....

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mountain of esteem
low valley of perceptions
platonic plateau...

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Rite of Passage

Cheeks
Blushing
Compliment
Dress, shoes, flowers
Dance...

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why
purses
decorative
proudly carried
a rite of passage
teenage women
feminine 
products
hide...

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Rite of Passage

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

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A TEEN-TIME PAST
Fairisle jumpers,short-trousers*
Plimsoles,balaclava,long socks
School-cap,blazared,with ties
Chip-butty,not stick-like fries


*a rite of passage when you were allowed to wear long trousers...

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transcendental energy of bliss
altered state of consciousness
her love
divination and healing
her touch
rite of passage of the 
wounded healer
her embrace
retrieval of the lost soul
her kiss

11.05 am
july 19 2016...

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AN OBSERVATION
moribund and
spiritually dead,
in love with life,
to dejeuner wed;
A rite of passage
practique each day
all,and everything,stops
for two hours,come what may;
To worship at the altar
of fine food and drink,alas
a family communion,
taken sans mass...

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breathless
hate induced misery
paradise lost...olivier twisted
stinging tears & rite of passage
lust of revenge
and a lifetime in hell

Die
stifled and buried under
hon'able man? Anthony said so
bloody rivers & the price of war
thirst of kill
and a season in hell...

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You are my paper mate
Let's meet at Heaven's gate

The ink spills over on a blank page
Sometimes I am a bird in a cage

Set me free from being a wanna be
You are a game player with chi

Love is a rite of passage
Not a load full of baggage

Maybe you will change or won't
But to try to make you I just don't...

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We seem to have it all
As we want for nothing
In the darkness of the womb 

We are evicted into the light
Sadness, then happiness 
Unaware of the looming doom

We seem to have it all-
Sadness, then happiness
Cloudy-vorfreude abloom 

We hustle, we jump huddles 
We cry, we hate, while loving
Then the reaper to the tomb...

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Every season has a message
meant to stir the human reason.
Easter isn't just a rite of passage
but God speaking in due season
to a world straying from His purpose.
No time for fervent praying than now,
that God turn all eyes to the cross,
where His love for the world stands,
offering to all a life like His.

© 2017 Celestine S Ikwuamaesi...

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I taught my son to shave today
Whiskers only he can see
The reflection in the mirror was
A yesteryear one of me

So serious and timidly
Careful with every move
He rinsed away the remaining suds
And again his face was smooth

I taught my son to shave today
With a solidly steady hand
He walked in my bathroom a little boy
And walked out a proud young man...

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Last Rite of Passage
(for Elizabeth) 30th January 03:11am

Through towering colonnades of stars
She rises with the daybreak's fire,
As angels strum on lute and lyre
And frost sparkles like fractured glass;

And when dark clouds have filled your eyes
Pray do not yield to let them cry;
For she is where the white doves fly
Amid the glades of Paradise....

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Not truly audible, visible, olfactory or tactile; Icy; Undeserving; Complicated as usual; I have faith that he is protecting me; Wheat and stars; Until I die; No matter how close I get I still want to be closer; Nobody can help me but me; L.O.V.E.; Never to be possessed; A rite of passage; The will to live; Present in a fantasy; Cold as the endless winter of the tundra; Not lustful; A mental peace that endures forever;...

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one of us
some day
will go first
into the realm
we know as death

brave
no idea
what is to
become of us
through the process

one day
holding hands 
it will be time to let go

one of us
going forth
towards the light of trust
one at a time our rite of passage



AP: 1st place 2021

Submitted on December 14, 2018 for contest DECEMBER 2018 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND

Originally posted on October 15, 2018...

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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, 
I can only wonder 
At its brilliance, 
And what could possibly
                                    lie beyond . . ....

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Rite Of Passage 
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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 painted Northern Flora 
and gaze through Savanna's eyes...

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The paradox of metaphysical conceit
optimism from the divine,finite to
infinite,two sides of vanity as eathly time 
passes.Touch and taste the tender the
vulnerable time of careless youth,this 
product of the moment..
elusive yet larger than life.

Hear me recite from my 4000+ PS anthology on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro..

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There was insurgency-
in white night.
Moon will stay to witness 

the murder
of a golden leaf.
What was the promise of a ripe
language ? The yellow thrust ?
Keeping a date with death was not all important.

There were
lots of poems to be underlined,
preened and straightened. The dirt had
accumulated. A metaphor
will remove the stains.

Any confession will
take away the mystry. Who killed
the nothing ?

Unrelenting
the apples were crashing.


Satish Verma...

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