Best Reclamation Poems

I was taken from this life 
in the black night, blindfolded 
to be clubbed to death

so that I 
might be born again 
in spirit song, dance and name 
given by my great ancestor

who, ten thousand years ago or more,
crossed the Bering land bridge from 
Siberia...

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the forest
surrender to nature
white oaks fall


For the Haiku from the Heart Contest
Submitted by Ann Roske
Form : contemporary haiku
3-6-3 format

We've had a really wet and weird winter and have 4 white oaks that have fallen over on the back of our property.  It is sad...

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crack in the pavement
                          
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A LADY NAMED RECLAMATION

The lady I met on a street where sweat and hostility abounds
a lady who swore she'd lead me to higher grounds
she wore no masks, but swore to be my reclamation
and wipe away the memory of my condemnation

the lady I met on a...

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Fiction by Charles
Just prior to the end of the civil war, there were nearly 6000 men who were not accounted for but assumed to be alive. Under truce, a secret meeting between Lee and Grant was held on no mans land, in the spring of...

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In dreams far-flung with cloudy paints
I watch the sinners march as saints.

The palette dimmed and turned to gray
reflects the words I long to say.

For memories too raw to feel
and pain more than such art can heal.

I'll dip into my pot of gold
for circumstance thus makes...

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The dusty, dead strands
of summer grass has resurrected
into plump green clumps 
knee deep in the ooze of boggy ground.
Now almost winter, something moves
in the cold, set to reclaim the places 
owned by the suntanned set who
paraded in the spotlight 
of summer's heat.

A creature of shade,...

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Unto the mount of calvery where once the cross was raised

I bow my head in honor,  servitude and praise

This mount where once the Savior took the cross for me

My sins far to many for me to count

Of each one he set me free.

 

His...

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I guess you can say
That we are dissident's
From the Cross
Cleansed of sin
Fore God has offered us
A new beginning
From
Which we are gaining
Immortality
We have a new Heaven
From which
We are gaining
A new devotion and
There is a new vocation'
From which there will be
No recompense[ or recourse

GF...

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You don’t have to abandon previous beliefs  
to embrace what presents to you now

As windows long open whose portals of light  
wrap around each new vision—enshroud

Those messages ancient and all messages new  
interlock like the fingers of God

The truth by dimension delivering...

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My invasion
Retake the cake
Shifty snake
Answer the bell
Perpetually on the go
Around the edge
Of certainty’s glow
Burn marks you’ll see
Journey is stark
Through shadows deep
And fading sparks
The line is drawn
The path reclaimed
From fractured ground
I rise unchained
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Sinister glacial dissolution 
verging on huge jagged icebergs reverberate
nature mocking bird song sans bot mot, 
braggadocio, rodomontade, et cetera
distinct, ear splitting, 
and fractal heaving snap, crackle and pop, 
cacophonously fabulous, incredulously humongous, 
and thunderously voluminous 
cleanly cut, and/or jaggedly 
serrated, sheared, situated into behemoth spears,
whence...

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I heard about a rumble that erupted on the road 
Between the king of poverty and king of overload. 
A reclamation confrontation for the moral ground 
They laid away in apathy when truth could not be found. 

The kings have gathered those who mattered for...

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Fleeing into solitude
his excuses were lost
eyes pointing inward
embracing the cost

Intrepidly deeper
the cave to unmask
as demons and angels
are slayed in his path

Alone and rebirthing
both fury and rage
a hero emerges
rejecting the sage

Released from self-loathing
all ego begone
polarity crumbling
the right and the wrong

From out of the lake
of reflection to...

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How interesting can you be ?
Once whole and confident 
Focused Intent
A likely pre set present tense 
All my ducks in a row
Ready to cluck out in militant fashion
A prepubescent repetition
Shallow and still
Reflection and refraction


The reinvention of perfection is a fruitless pursuit

Decades of good intentions
Mirrored by...

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