Spiritual Same Title Challenge

champagne1982

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There's been a lot of discussion about religion and how we fit our values and beliefs into daily living on the PoBo lately.

Here's a way to turn it into poetry, I've already written a piece related to my spirituality, hopefully, I can find another in me.

Same Title Challenge

Title: The Poets' Creed

There's no form requirement
Line limit: 19 or less
Desireable elements: rhythm and metaphor
Prohibited: anthropomorphism

Due date: submit in time for posting on the new poetry list next Friday, August 29th. You can include a note to Laurel in the Notes field asking that she post it that date along with the other poems of that title. Kitty Mama knows about the STC's here and is usually very accomodating in getting them out on the same date.

Let's start writing poems ...
 
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I am away from Tuesday 26th so how do I get to see them all?
On the 29th I hope to be able to link to all of the posted poems in this thread. You can look in on it after you get back. :D I hope you enjoy your sail. Maybe you'll be inspired to share some gorgeous Mediterranean illustrated poems.
 
watts my line

I’ve learned not to
call myself religion
for “I” can not morph

change
is my heart of the battle
so I call myself
V ....
for voltage
 
watt creed

I’ve learned not to
call myself religion
for “I” can not morph

change
sees the heart of my battle
so I call myself
V ....
for voltage
F.... for
Found
 
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The Poet's Creed by Safe_Bet

Me and God had a little chat. It was cool,
but we’re both pissed at all the religions of this world

Religions where -
Dancing is a sin, but calling children abominations isn’t.
Protests against queers at a straight soldier’s grave is god’s will,
but his mother’s shattered heart is of no importance.
Brightly plumed, pompous peacocks dressed to molest.

So we’re gonna start our own religion–
The religion of the farm – baby chicks playing in the dirt;
kids romping in the hay till the cows come home;
mom’s cherry pie – not eaten but taken to a sick neighbor;
saying grace for what we do have; not what we don’t.

And our own church –
James Brown as our minister,
with readings from the gospel according to Anais Nin.
Filled with icons of sunsets and penguins and real cotton candy;
full of the God of my happy children, not the god of my fathers.
 
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If this isn't following the guide lines dump it I won't be offended but it's how it came out and I've got to stick it somewhere oh and by the way it's a true story


As we watched my Mother dying
we sang hymns she might recall,
all things bright and beautiful
all creatures great and small.
Just a work worn little lady
being called home to her rest
her beliefs may not be our own
but hers had stood the test.
Maybe somewhere deep inside
she recalled days long ago
when flaxen headed daughters
knelt to pray, for this I know
Somewhere in the darkness
to a darkened nurses hall
a frail voice was heard singing
"All creatures great and small"
 
This thread does deserve a bump.

It's been generating a lot of thought for me, but no real good poetry as such. But I've liked the discussion.

thanks for the concept!
bj
 
I'll enter the fray with one that I wrote a while ago as a tribute to my father. It isn't very religous as such but there are overtones there.

A Message to my Father
by Naamplao

I remember big box kites,
that my father built so long ago.
Flying high among the clouds,
wind tossed back, to and fro.

He would send up paper messages
by the string, we held so tight.
“They’re instructions for the pilot!”
He would joke to our delight.

But now those pleasant days are gone
and how I miss him so.
That sparkle lost from in his eyes,
the friend I came to know.

One day I will build a kite,
with grandkids, fly it true
and send a message to the sky.
“Dear Father, we love you!”
 
empowered

by me
that which holds
my cup
drinks
my thoughts
and
turns the key
 
Well, I made it, although I'm sort of thinking it wants more to be said.

Have you run into that at all? Where something that seemed one way the first several times you read it changes to a different sort of thing when you come back to it again at another time?


:cool:
 
Thanks for actually submitting a poem today, Remec. Your piece is solid and expresses some great credo to aspire to. As far as not saying clearly or enough, isn't that always the way with prayer? No fears, we can all feel the unspoken worship in your poem. Thanks for giving us your The Poet's Creed.

I'm so sorry I didn't find a poem in me. It's a pretty tough order to fill since it's dealing with the very personal aspects of poetry and spirituality. Could be we were overwhelmed. There are other challenges facing us and hopefully, inspire us all to more poetry.
 
Safe-Bet, I see your poem posted today. You have a really uplifting philosophy and I for one wouldn't mind subscribing to yours and James Brown's organization. Thanks for giving us your version of the Poet's Creed.
 
The Poet's Creed

It all begins with seeds, carefully planted
in neat rows of open fields or
dropped in tiny cracks of paved over earth
All have a chance to grow
roots spreading under the surface
intertwining, overlapping and though
what grows above the surface may wither
and die alone, untended, seemingly forgotten
it yet feeds that which does grow slowly
below, unseen, thus enriching the life
that manages to thrive, making it stronger
Connecting that which dies
to that which never does
 
Oh! Trixie! That's lovely and pastoral all at once. You must be a pretty little wiccan or a druid. Such ties to nature and Earth.
 
Thanks Champ. But nope, there's no name for my beliefs. A spiritual connectionist (?) LOL, might be the best way to describe it.`
 
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