Best Traditions Poems

This institution,
perhaps one should say enterprise
out of respect for which
one says one need not change one's mind
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I.

MAN, being the servant and interpreter of Nature, can do and understand so much and so much only as he has observed in fact or in thought of the course of nature: beyond this he neither knows anything nor can do anything.
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The pure products of America
go crazy--
mountain folk from Kentucky
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The Government -- I heard about the Government and
I went out to find it. I said I would look closely at
it when I saw it.
Then I saw a policeman dragging a drunken man to
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I.

You're my friend:
I was the man the Duke spoke to;
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Should you ask me,
whence these stories?
Whence these legends and traditions,
With the odors of the forest
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As one who in his journey bates at noon,
Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused
Betwixt the world destroyed and world restored,
If Adam aught perhaps might interpose;
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THE FIRST BOOK

I, WHO erewhile the happy Garden sung
By one man's disobedience lost, now sing
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You're my friend:
I was the man the Duke spoke to;
I helped the Duchess to cast off his yoke, too;
So here's the tale from beginning to end,
My friend!
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PRELUDE.

Pleasant it was, when woods were green,
And winds were soft and low,
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As a sparkling Diamond among the nations
India stands beautifully in shape and size
On the Map of the World attracting all!
For, India, the land of beauty and greatness
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Thus they in lowliest plight repentant stood
Praying, for from the Mercie-seat above
Prevenient Grace descending had remov'd
The stonie from thir hearts, and made new flesh
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ONCE I pass'd through a populous city, imprinting my brain, for
future use, with its shows, architecture, customs, and
traditions;
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WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan!
Head from the mother's bowels drawn!
Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and lip only one!
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ALL submit to them, where they sit, inner, secure, unapproachable to
analysis, in the Soul;
Not traditions--not the outer authorities are the judges--they are
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Within the body lies the essence which the Vedas and the Puranas are seeking.
Within this body exists the entire Universe, so the sagacious Saints say.
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Perplexed and troubled at his bad success
The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply,
Discovered in his fraud, thrown from his hope
So oft, and the persuasive rhetoric
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(dedicated to my all poet friend from India at poemhunter)

Jaya, Jaya, Jaya, Jayahe!
Truth Alone Triumph
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In those days said Hiawatha,
"Lo! how all things fade and perish!
From the memory of the old men
Pass away the great traditions,
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Hist, but a word, fair and soft!
Forth and be judged, Master Hugues!
Answer the question I've put you so oft:
What do you mean by your mountainous fugues?<*1>
See, we're alone in the loft,---
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India is our beautiful country
Her presence is in South Asia,
Along with the neighbouring countries
She has peaceful relationship.
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Should you ask me, whence these stories?
Whence these legends and traditions,
With the odors of the forest
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An angel was tired of heaven, as he lounged in the golden street;
His halo was tilted sideways, and his harp lay mute at his feet;
So the Master stooped in His pity, and gave him a pass to go,
For the space of a moon, to the earth-world, to mix with the men below.
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They are mentioned in the Rig-Veda and in Soma Mandala,
Which is a praise with some energizing qualities,
An old ritual of drink and a treatment for asthma.
Moreover, we find these sacrifices in the Persian cultures.
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How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves,
Close by the street of this fair seaport town,
Silent beside the never-silent waves,
At rest in all this moving up and down!
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In your hidden memories
There are fatal tidings of doom...
A curse on sacred traditions,
A desecration of happiness;
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(OR A LAYMAN'S FAITH)

Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars
To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers,
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Men have said that ye were sleeping—
Hurl, Australians, back the lie;
Whet the swords you have in keeping,
Forward stand to do or die!
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Then there was
The emergence of a species
The homo sapiens,
Who made all the differences.
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I too was a poet once O life of my words, but I cannot remember
Since I have forgotten you the love of my art too, I cannot remember

Yesterday during a coversation with my heart I learnt
that any forelock, lips, any mouth, I cannot rememeber
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It is the spot I came to seek,--
My fathers' ancient burial-place
Ere from these vales, ashamed and weak,
Withdrew our wasted race.
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When I woke up this morning
I saw snowflakes
Falling over trees
Some seemed like ferns
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on keeping with tradition
i would like to say
i was never much for
tradition anyway
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This floating clouds on the wind above
And flowing river from the stream of the mount
When passing thoughts settles in mind
It makes us restless to write.
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For the smiles had turned
Tears in crimson color
The coriander vase had been broken
In smooth passage after much wailing
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Preludes.

I The Impossibility
Lo, Love's obey'd by all. 'Tis right
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ENGLAND
We lead the blind by voice and hand,
And not by light they cannot see;
We are not framed to understand
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ONCE, more, dear friends, you meet beneath
A clouded sky:
Not yet the sword has found its sheath,
And on the sweet spring airs the breath
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I

When of tender mind and body
I was moved by minstrelsy,
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I.

THOU! whose impassion'd face
The Painter loves to trace,
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Favourite haunt of Gods, a haven for all
Hindus, Muslims, Christians dwell
Also Buddhists, Jains, Parsis and Sikhs
Mother of myths and various legends
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NATIONS ten thousand years before These States, and many times ten
thousand years before These States;
Garner'd clusters of ages, that men and women like us grew up and
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Chastity’…my apologies..
Poem by Sivan PG Menon
(Pl read the preface….penned below)
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“Dame,” said the Panther, “times are mended well,
Since late among the Philistines you fell.
The toils were pitched, a spacious tract of ground
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January

The first fair month! In singing Summer’s sphere
She glows, the eldest daughter of the year.
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The Day has never understood the Gloaming or the Night;
Though sired by one Creative Power, and nursed at Nature's breast;
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Never compromise

I feel so sad
As helpless dad
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One Sabbath day my friend and I
After the meeting, quietly
Passed from the crowded village lanes,
White with dry dust for lack of rains,
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Pleasant it was, when woods were green,
And winds were soft and low,
To lie amid some sylvan scene,
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Sing the song of noisy Ninny - hang the Muses - spit it out!
(Tuneful Nine ye needn't help me - poet knows his way about!)
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They are friendly, entertaining, mysterious,
Addressing different themes, issues,
Telling us diverse life stories
Much more exciting than news.
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Show me my origin...
Show me my land...
Show me my Africa...
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Only name the day, and we'll fly away
In the face of old traditions,
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I love my native land with such perverse affection!
My better judgement has no standing here.
Not glory, won in bloody action,
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From early dawn the thirtieth of April
Is given up to children of the town,
And caught in trying on the festive necklace
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I.

The livelong day Lord Marmion rode:
The mountain path the Palmer showed,
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I

When of tender mind and body
   I was moved by minstrelsy,
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Where the lone creek, chafing nightly in the cold and sad moonshine,
Beats beneath the twisted fern-roots and the drenched and dripping vine;
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Old is gold
and so's I'm told
Don't be in a hurry
to have all antiques sold
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Beloved of many
Tragedy in town
Green grave eyes
Intent upon serious
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We were cartin' lathes and palin's from the slopes of Mount St. Leonard,
With our axles near the road-bed and the mud as stiff as glue;
And our bullocks weren't precisely what you'd call conditioned nicely,
And meself and Messmate Mitchell had our doubts of gettin' through.
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Canvas sails of the windmill, secured to their whips,
Circle around on slow orbital trips.
No hurrying to speed the day’s hours away,
The winds hold them captive, they have to obey.
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THE HISTORY OF
MEDIEVAL PHILOSOPHY
IN VERSE
BY
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IN the far time of Earth's sweet maiden beauty,
When Morning hung with rapture on her breast;
When every sentient life paid love for duty,
And every law was Nature's own behest;
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An idle story with an idle moral!
Why do I tell it, at the risk of quarrel
With nobler themes? The world, alas! is so,
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Love is a joy
Higher than a mountain peak
Love is a sorrow
Deeper than an ocean streak
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They say, in all kindness, I’m out of the hunt—
Too old and too deaf to be sent to the Front.
A scribbler of stories, a maker of songs,
To the fireside and armchair my valour belongs!
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There is only one single way. Go into yourself.
Search for the reason that bids you write;
find out whether it is spreading out its roots
in the deepest places of your heart,
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I.
When Denmark's raven soar'd on high,
Triumphant through Northumbrian sky,
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Those only interested in the second part explanation on differences in female/male thoughtmodes may scroll down to the highlighted couplet below:
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O Mother State! the winds of March
Blew chill o'er Auburn's Field of God,
Where, slow, beneath a leaden arch
Of sky, thy mourning children trod.
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He was tall and tough and stringy, with the shoulders of an axeman,
Broad and loose, with greenhide muscles, and a hand shaped to the reins;
He was slow of speech and prudent, something of a nature student,
With the eye of one who gazes long across the saltbush plains.
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The bible, usually thought of in religious terms actually has far more dimensions other than the religious one. The bible in 'Lilith, ' as well as in the NOVA special on these topics, makes the point that the document was written over hundreds of years, was and is, the attempt to institute a radically new kind of society, one which had been previously unknown in the world.

Conflict over the bible's religious aspects has obscured, its, perhaps, greatest contribution to Western thought-if not to world history-ideas revolving around egalitarianism, freedom, justice, moral righteousness, social organization and the place of hierarchies in human society.
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Unwillingly ushered in a house totally unknown
Saw a young lady keeping head down
White complexioned girl with eyes cat brown,
Almost frozen expressions but not making it known
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Republic Bharat
Wednesday.26th January 2022
R...Resurgent
E...Echo
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Folks preserve
ancient traditions, customs and observe
its true spirit
greet people with innocence
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Another sacred cow has just gone mad
Another failed fanatic waits in line
Another mother guards the tears she had
Another river bleeds in triple time
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Civilizations may emerge fresh and vanish
Remains may be found later on but not finish
Excavations may shed some light on glorious past
There may be some reasons for its extinctions very fast
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[I was talking with a newspaper man the other day who seemed to think that the fact that Mrs. Carlyle threw a teacup at Mr. Carlyle should be given to the public merely as a fact. But a fact presented to the people without the proper--or even, if necessary, without the improper--human being to go with it does not mean anything and does not really become alive or caper about in people's minds. But what I want and what I believe most people want when a fact is being presented is one or two touches that will make natural and human questions rise in and play about like this: 'Did a servant see Mrs. Carlyle throw the teacup? Was the servant an English servant with an English imagination or an Irish servant with an Irish imagination? What would the fact have been like if Mr. Browning had been listening at the keyhole? Or Oscar Wilde, or Punch, or the Missionary Herald, or The New York Sun, or the Christian Science Monitor?"--GERALD STANLEY LEE in the Saturday Evening Post]

BY OUR OWN ROBERT BROWNING
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Harvard, 1914
SIR, friends, and scholars, we are here to serve
A high occasion. Our New England wears
All her unrivalled beauty as of old;
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I.
WHO called us forth out of darkness and gave us the gift of life,
Who set our hands to the toiling, our feet in the field of strife?
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God is a verb, not a noun:
'I am who I am,
I will be who I will be.'
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Come out and
Monday, July 19,2021
11: 39 AM
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Hard work
Scientific temper
Are the two hands of China
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So, we are who we are, as the Mississippi flows,
and what remains from yesterday is still ours-
but the color of the sky has changed,
the sea to the East has changed.
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A new wind blows from the east
Extinguishes the fires of sacked cities
Awakes murdered victims
Wipes the tears
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Did you ever think
of the metaphysical
aspects of sexuality.
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inser an attitude
into between
all the association
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Protect name and customs
Sunday, .21st Nov 2021
Dig your roots
and shoot the controversy
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I felt traditions were fading away
Today, it is all about
Fast, easy, and gaudy
It destroy customs
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I keep fighting a battle I'm not accustomed to;
one between my past and my present,
between my regrets and my resolutions...
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Of black heavy stature and long jaw
His eye brows were mixed straight
Head between the shoulders like a lion
Aiming at some prey with stained teeth
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I

The thick lids of Night closed upon me
Alone at the Bill
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When by Jabbok the patriarch waited
To learn on the morrow his doom,
And his dubious spirit debated
In darkness and silence and gloom,
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There is a land I dream of
A land so far away
It's held my heart since I was young
And still does to this very day
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Praise for her
Friday, November 15,2019
9: 28 AM
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Every man with an opinion
Equal in valour and in strength equal
At the advent of the British
Who were carrying the flag
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I

My footsteps press where, centuries ago,
The Red Men fought and conquered; lost and won.
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- THE FISHING TRADITION-

Tiny Tots with long cane poles
Granpaw's knowledge he extols
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Love the literature
Tuesday,28th Sept 2021

To love literature
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