Rite Of Passage Poems - Poems about Rite Of Passage

Rite Of Passage _______________ 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...

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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,...

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“The streams are in my veins” quote from the sponsor Guided Through the ages Endowing the future An heir aroused by sage wisdom Ancestral blood pumps...

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

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The rite of passage The old green wagon moves a life Heads appear like nodding gulls Eyes cast down searching cracked flags Hopes from people sadly to be missed. Un-walked limestone worn and smooth Names unknown pronounced with care Cats are watching ears laid flat Hoping for a swift return. Birnbeck sits in swathes of grey Awash with things that crawled the tide Calloused hands help...

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Somewhere between ordinary and special....

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He salutes the mountains Tehachapi to the west San Gabriel and San Bernardino to the south This is his rite of passage His coming of age How he’s yearned For his spiritual journey To become a man Thirsting to prove his bravery Alone he wanders the barren Mojave Facing the elements And challenges head on Datura in hand for nights of visions To forge his...

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Yes, I love you child more than you'll ever know Although you don't understand me right now because you're only one-year-old Rest assured, rest assured Yes, I love you dear more than you could possibly know Even though you're smarter than me when I was ten-years-old Keep your heart, keep it pure Yes, I love you daughter in every way you now know Because your love has surpassed mine now...

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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.. catch my short forms @strandpoet on twitter read my Christian&Poetry...

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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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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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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...

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

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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...

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Is it any wonder that on a recruit's first day of service he is befuddled? From day one he's told to do things by the numbers and his brain is muddled! From the moment he stepped off the bus, mean ol' sergeants began to yell! Sergeants, it seemed, were born to make life for raw recruits a living...

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