Short Rites Poems
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angry clouds crying
over freshly-prepared grave
soldier is home now
written July 8, 2021
I don't just write in feel.' I preffer it also to be real.' From
Observation of actions taken' allowing that some fancy is not forsaken'
A propensity for indiscretion
wedded to transgression
may lead to intercession --
potential suppression
~ teen rites of expression
Asparagus
peeps tiny
green helmets
from brown beds,
looking this way,
that,
to a spring sun
that has come again
like the vultures
to Hinckley,
Texas, settling
down
to business.
My wife always hated holiday feasts
It seemed every year her hatred increased
This year she stuffed the turkey
With hard sticks of beef jerky
And smiled when my relatives called the priest
Generations have come and gone
Knowledge and wisdom as treasures passed down
Sacred rites and rituals immortalized
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
When you have
an hour to live
what matters then
is Christ in a pyx
in the vest pocket
of an old priest
called at midnight
by a nurse
who drives miles
through sleet
and finds your room
in the hospital
Donal Mahoney
Down the hot sun,
I crumble down the snowflakes,
One minute,
One tribute,
Let's have a wintry solitude,
Wrapped in a flesher's heartbrokenness,
I derelict this relict calf love,
Squall on this spur,
Am peel in peals...
Scuttle the fondle,
Dottle the dawdle,
Harbouring an everlasting embosom...
He asked her why they allow it,
How they could be subordinate to a woman.
“They would never take you seriously.”
She smiled and turned her face,
Moved her stare toward the sea.
“The women bury the dead
The men simply make all the bodies.”
After a while,
The violence catches up to you.
After a while,
There are no more men.
Only bodies.
Calabash cracks
On the frond chair
Splinters
Black sash, then sparks
Tooth, bone and hair
Whispers
Patter-patter
Footfalls on stone
Midnight
Blood-moon and fog
Shadows haunting
Mist-white
White dress, bare feet
Root, foot… slipped
Whimpers
Neck and wrist slit
Wine of soul, spilled
Sputters
Dawn and duskblade
Spell rites fulfilled
Hunters.
History captured it in books
Myths of young girls matching nude
Their innocence hatched into lustful looks
Shackles of tradition
Whips of discrimination
Fear engraved young minds made to believe
That the punishment of banishment is grave.
read the full story, on this passage rites here; https://maptia.com/ezeragyin/stories/the-dipo-rites
3rd Heaven's Rites
You will not
bring me down
I am high in the 3rd heaven
in and with my God
bring me down
a Phoenix in the skies
in and with my God
I am will that's is I speak so life unto death
a Phoenix in the skies
I am high in the 3rd heaven
I am will that's is I speak so life unto death
You will not
6/9/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Frozen body in
in the icy river
A young woman
met her fate early
She wanted freedom
But she found
Let the night come
A single candle burning
cuts through the gloom
In lands of shadow
Where can a soul find peace?
Old answers no longer
suffice
As the old tent - maker said:
"...sultan after sultan
with his pomp
abode his hour or two and went his way"
The door had been
opened before you passed
through it
Light in the window
heralds a new day
One song away
from the effervescent
joy
Only if you reach
out
to the light
will
you
taste
the joys of
laughter - and
the hopes which
float on the breeze
Let the dawn
fill your cup
Drink deeply
of tomorrow's wine
the nectar of
grace awaits you
by rites we come into now
by rites we leave into then
by rites we mark the in between
by rites maybe we start again
by rites we say "I love you"
by rites we bring on progeny
by rites we launch into unknown
by rites we cleave dichotomy
by rites we celebrate today
by rites we mark contrast
by rites we are carried away
by rites we remember the past
by rites we reverently resolve
so, by rites kept, life revolves
© Goode Guy 2013-01-04
Fresh writes or fresh rites?
Dare I ask?
Is a death involved?
Would asking be insensitive?
I have been known to be less than subtle.
Did you say that Ross has fresh writes?
Ross who? She asks, sounding suspicious.
I am not sure, I reply, hesitantly.
Now she knows I do not fully listen to her.
Do you mean Rocks?
Maybe.
What are you trying to say?
Her voice is raised, on the verge of meanness.
I wish I knew.
I really do.
.Sweet pleasures kindle a family
of hearts whispering amen
for ripples of affection
on homely broths, glazed
with smiles to wrap dawn
and night-time into a vessel
of holy gifts, spilling naturally
for an abode's roofs on the county:
Blessings of life's harvest shared fully
far richer than ancestral sprouts
birthing family wholeness , so divine
Dave Wood's Imagination Contest
5/20/2014
by nette onclaud
Green youth, a new leaf,
The world calls with wide eyes—
Time to leave the nest.
Whispers of the past,
Ancient customs guide the way,
New life starts today.
A child in the sun,
Faces etched with wonder’s dew,
Future now unfolds.
The old self fades out,
Stepping into the unknown,
A new journey starts.
Scars become my map,
Lessons learned, the pain subsides,
Stronger than before.
Across the threshold,
Promises of what’s to come,
A new path is set.
FUNERAL RITES
Hunter and the hunted -
It's a breach of contract
Finger , pointed at me ,accusing ,my dad .
Muse forefather , consecrated water ,
An agreement on half burnt chest ,
Primitive scribes chiselled-
Dad, you shake me in my sleep
Lifeless curses on me
Zenith of fear, I agonists
Tent a bye-pass
My love offerings to you dad .
My son breakes glass
Leap beyond circles
I weep in remorse
How I imposed solitude on you!
Brunt out ashes
Broken words-
Dad..............my Day.