Short Rituals Poems
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Worshippers of nature
Who are rarely even
Wicked as some assume,
Wiccans use rituals
Wanting to focus their
Willpower to bring the
World the joy of living
Sleepless Night
Bedtime rituals
To have a good night’s sound sleep
Turn off light, no tea
Goes early into the bed
Busted by a roommate’s noise
April 1, 2015
tearing tendons of
love attached to
incumbent str-
ata of rocks
relentless gush of
rage- penetrating
rituals of sacrifi-
ces- black arrow
on the bleeding
tongue
Form:
It's Christmas Day
Chanukah too
A day of salvation
for Christian and Jew
Our rituals differ
That much is true
Yet we all unite
in the Festivals' Lights
Magnetic
Electric
Polarity
Secret – Pocket – Distortion
Doorways; to this hidden
Dimension
Esoteric rituals
Occult postulations
Ignorant
Indoctrinate
Eliminations.
As I smoke the living dead, I inhale my mind
and produce dreams as if the devils thoughts
were convulsing in bliss. They become reality and dance
around me as pagan rituals.
THESE
marbles that roll
inside my head
BECOME
a flaming fire
when I dream in bed
AWAKENINGS
from these nightly rituals
writing this crap down is
my morning habitual
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
how does it help us
to speak of a God
we cannot see
religious rituals
soporific scriptures
consciousness contracts
the direct path is silence
entwining us with God
in the cave of heart
Magnetic
Electric
Polarity
Secret – Pocket – Distortion
Doorways; to this hidden
Dimension
Esoteric rituals
Occult postulations
Ignorant
Indoctrinate
Eliminations.
reposted
J.R. Thornton
genetic mutations
two toned faces of
true hermaphrodites
claws at the end of the trap
cannibalistic rituals
guiding the souls to the
living descendants
shedding shells pheromones
copulins controls male
hypothalamus
Form:
If you love yourself
You like yourself
Even the rituals in the mirror
Will give you pleasure
You will not count the time
Spent on care wasted
You will see it as a contribution
Contribute to your appearance, health, good mood.
you cannot be religious
by observing all the rules
and rituals and reading
scriptures
you are following a dead religion
from centuries ago built on
fear and insecurity
be free be you
you will be
beautiful
sep 19
2016
10.53 am
Form:
sensitive
extensive
meditative
the rituals
become styles
microcosm of
the interwoven
threads
in a labyrinth
of
uncertainty
of the non figurative
transparency
distilled
in the
poetic
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.
Religions want your property
Rituals aim to get it free
But honour bound
No one has found
Their god treats heathens differently
n.b. No prayer to any god by any
religious leader - nor adherent -
by any method nor ritual -
has softened the heart of Putin!
Sun rays slide across your face
Inviting silhouette artistic shades of love
Needling fingers plats a braid
Girl dad doing her hair not a fad
Little rituals she enjoys
Emerald ribbons matching joy
Doing all tasks of mom
And those of a daddy
Definitely a hero to your kids
She willed in tempered frosts
that hidden,
without consternation
the pew should call his name
Pale pink shadow,
of hushed cheek
Knowing her rose in origin,
and passages through,
a shameful pride began his edifice,
as her joys sculpted his rituals
In all that matters
matter is all
appreciation, estimation, favor
consistent
deep respect
continually
rituals showed honor and reverence
high esteem, high regard, great respect, acclaim, admiration
reverence
4/22/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Copyright © 2018
Run run run rapidly readily rigorously
Reaching roads rivers railways
Run run run rough remote rambling routes
Realizing regret remorse remain redundant
Run run run re-evaluating racing rituals
Remaining respectful responsible relaxed
Run run run repetitively run run run repeatedly
I pity thy facade.
Caked layers of makeup.
Two faces, twice the work.
Masking. Hiding. Deceit.
Outward lie.
Apply. Shroud.
Cloak. Comply.
Deny tears.
Features die.
* 'The Pirouette Poetry Contest'
* Sponsored by: Suzette Richards
* Entered on: 09/05/2025
Rise, quiet sisters, knit of silver fire,
Reach through the dark where ancient shadows cling,
Repeat the breath, the cadence of desire,
Ring out the bowl, the timeless offering,
Renew the soil, the water, and the wire,
Reveal the sacred shape of everything,
Return the soul to where the stars conspire.
crippled
by mornings and sunsets
the daily city rituals
consumed with norms and smiles
I try to find me in it
Muted
by wonderful words spoken
The music commemorates us
Watch for the stop sign
But this life says go
Live
waking up in a sunshine
breathing my air
Where is my star?
What glistens without you
L Limbo suspended
I Inclusion excluded
F Ferocity tamed
E Ends extended
S Souls surrendered
M Meters inched
Y Yoga edged
S Systems declassified
T Triads bipolar
E Echoes vacant
R Rituals freed
I Introjects projected
E Eternity eluded
S Squares un-circled
01st December 2020
feet marching to the heavens
where dreams and martyrs dwell
where freedom plays its fife
in the rhythm of darkness
chains and whips begone
rituals of rope and poplar trees as well
these cudgels are no longer my legacy
on shoulders of the past
this heir who knows
how I counter could be my lot
could be my hell