Best Recreates Poems

A Psychedelic Whistle Plays a Rhythm into the Darkness

Entering the dark side of a moonbeam on this evil lens of life,
A gruesome old man recreates a murder time and time again, 
As the cold and lonely howling bitterness of the night escapes. 
The psychic contrasts...

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Entering the dark side of a moonbeam on this evil lens of life,
A gruesome old man recreates a murder time and time again, 
As the cold and lonely howling bitterness of the night escapes. 
The psychic contrasts go up in a surreal smoke-filled entirety.
This is...

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Beneath a shroud in mystery
was built a monument sublime,
where flowed a river endlessly,
her flow kissed the periphery,
ignored the grasp of time.

So great the span of her intent
she circled mound and battlement,
where roses sprang in every glorious hue,
and other vibrant flowers showed their worth,
as ancient trees...

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She comes to me impalpable.
A courtesan of crimson red dreams.
Her words fall from her lips in ethereal melodies.
Pulling my twine to seal the seams.
The nature of her existence,
Whispering along the hue of my suspended form.
Her voice becomes substantial to my eyes.
She recreates images of a...

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Beneath a shroud in mystery
was built a monument sublime,
where flowed a river endlessly,
her flow kissed the periphery,
ignored the grasp of time.

So great the span of her intent
she circled mound and battlement,
where roses sprang in every glorious hue,
and other vibrant flowers showed their worth,
as ancient trees...

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Let the sparrows sing and perch as they land on their birch
Let the squirrels swiftly search for their acorns as they smirch
Let the swans softly stray as they beautify their passageway
Let the trees swing and sway for their grandeur they display
Let my love be reborn...

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Jesus is the Master Potter
By Franklin Price
09/14/2023

Jesus, is the master potter
We, the followers His Clay
He molds us into shining lamps
Reconstructing day by day

He lays His hands upon us
Kneads and shapes us 'til we're done
 He is the Master Potter
Who recreates us, He's the one

As cracks...

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My greatest dream is called you...
A dream I hold so closely to my heart...
A dream I couldn’t give a worthy name to just yours...
You have always been my dream called love...
Your voice is as calm and peaceful as the nature of a dove...
Your words... I...

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When troubles and turmoil lay their grip on me,
Solace is found in a simpler time and place.  
In my mind or person, it is where I flee;
Recalling Grandpa’s tractor and Grandma’s face.
Across spring-fed brook, past a massive oak tree; 
Tall pines encircle and hide...

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I believe SuperEgo bicameral comprehension
functions, forms, and flows organic
ecotherapeutic integrity;
I believe balanced Left-Right consciousness
orbits toward ecstatic psychology.

I've got nothin' to say
And I'm gonna keep it just that way
'til my mean old SuperEgo
lets me go outside to play.

Imagine with me for a moment,
if you would be...

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Jim-I-Nator,

chase creator,

imitates a song,

recreates a major,

sail's you to saviors,

reinvents the round,

reelects the tasers,

summons it in a bong...

Bites it right out 
just like the Chong.


Waits in a mile-
just for the hump,

butts heads with the viral-
just like the slums,

does a downward spiral like a swivel,

dials 911 to...

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It  was  for you and me,
That Jesus left His throne,
Bore the scourge and agony,
Shivered His flesh and bone,

It was for you and me,
He took that gloomy tour,
Towards the dreaded Calvary,
Summed His tortured hours,

It was for you and me,
That Jesus bore the cross,
Paid the...

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She looks into her looking glass
'Tries to see it in her eyes
And from a faded photograph
Convince herself it's still alive

No matter how it feels
It all feels so contrived
'Cause she can't find it in her heart
She can't find it in her heart

So she tries a little...

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Cry me an angel to help me fly high
Take me to the places where I can go wild
Life is beautiful and I would surely not cry
Today is a reason and not a question to ask why

Let my strength be filled with glory
Taking every step to...

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This is my translation of Rainer Maria Rilke's second elegy from his Duino Elegies, which he began composing at Duino Castle in 1912. 

Second Elegy
by Rainer Maria Rilke
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch 

Every angel is terrifying. And yet, alas, I invoke you,
one of the...

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