Best Reconstruct Poems

You were gone before my mind 
could grasp the brush which paints
faces on memory's canvas.
Vaguely, flashes of an open grave
on a sunny winter's day - 
bare feet on my fourth birthday - 
and pitiful looks from unfamiliar faces.

But I remember lonely childhood days
when I would...

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wtpPcmLKRFU   Dancing Bird


Yesterday, I saw a shadow dart across my keyboard.
When I turned to look outside the window, 
I spied upon a sparrow playing in the sun.
He was dancing in dramatic fashion 
Across the shrubbery that was his home.
I could tell it was...

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All you do 
All you say
All you write
In the jasmine garden
Is a frenzied drum
Bludgeoning me to dumb

Intensely numb
I feel
As I reel

Yes
As you come
Rising on tides
Passion overflowing
Deluge in the veins
In a hurricane
You dominate
You violate
You annihilate
My stability
My balance
My tranquility
My nonchalance


You seek to 
Sweep me off my feet
I...

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Fly		
And soar
Discover
Reorganize 
Reconstruct With Glee
You are limit-less
Imagination Rises
Fearing nothing
Head toward the summit
Give yourself permission
Think and fly
Soar!...

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~MyTOPIA~
 
A sip of tea in my Magic Cup.
A fancy bowl for my little pup.
Faraway from a world corrupt.
I found reason and meaning to reconstruct.
 
By day I live under the perfect sun.
I relive a life where unhappiness~ is undone.
From the time I opened this...

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A bridge from colloquial to courtly 
fare
A span where idealism and fantasy 
pair
A railway to the existential realm; 
celestial lair 
A conduit through which rational 
discourse can flare

Deep medium to: forage, inculcate, 
and inform
Broad brush to paint rare beauty; 
sculpt surrealistic form
Incisive scalpel to surgically...

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Did I tell you my poem on the urge to write was lost?
Did we talk about meeting Jesus in the Gospels, seeing His heart?
For days now, I’ve been unable to post
Yet, God has been the same, healing Pastor Ray Kingrea’s palate
After surgery to remove a...

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Yo, how long has it been since you quit trying? 
Or perhaps your your self-assurance is cooled and drying.
Maybe it is your arrogance that's fortifying 
Your state of mind that's forever verifying. 

Self-reliance and discretion in latitude,
Confidential secrets kept in gratitude.
Our laziness is a companion...

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“No matter how low we fall, God holds our hand ~
All’s enabled, if this truth we understand”
                            ...

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Lovers And Poets


Our words have flown across the page,
and given birth to your sweet name.
In my quiet hours I reconstruct
a face that angels never could attain.
Powerless I am from turning back
nothing untouched, nothing quite the same.

Reactions warm and hearts do race,
when promises are given and...

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The shapes conform together;
each new curve fits in a curve.
Then many times, with haste, a piece is placed
which does not fit, and somehow, jars the rest.
More hours consumed- revising what was done.
Once again we straighten them;
reconstruct the missing scenes.
Though day by day, year after year...

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Imagine that there is something beyond imagination

an oxymoron of course but a real task nevertheless

There may be no God not even spirituality suffices

but the whole is much greater than the sum of all parts


The Universe grants freedom from self-righteousness

offers me to let go off megalomanic...

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Thunder strikes only but once
Trust is like virginity it is lost only but once
But how do you forgive
When a human is not trusted
When Rwanda is a story by itself
How do you slash fellow humans?
‘’See those skeletons well arranged in shelves’’
“This is a family; those are...

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Who Do You Say I Am?

Who do you say I am, and who am I to you?
Is the resurrection so very important to you?
Am I such a genius in my deeds, so futuristic, 
That you cannot vindicate me by them? 
The Roman government felt threatened...

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Soldiers in the line of fire,
we're mic for hire,
we're for the cash or die
so all kneel to the poetic sire,

It's the black king from the goddess
plantin' cash seeds in the garden of loot,
It's the moment of truth,

My voice is like a volcanic box of chatter,
Poetry...

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