Best Reenact Poems

In my hometown of Hillsboro
A humble, small suburb
There stood a church that was more humble still
In that cozy congregation
We'd teach and learn the Word
And try each day to do the Father's will

But our little congregation
Each year at Christmastime
Would execute a miraculous feat!
The whole town would...

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morning sun, a newborn babe,
exhales her first breath each dawn in mist 
daybreak’s kiss
straddles the North Carolina and Tennessee line
Cherokee Nation’s last reservation
remains within a hazy, vaporous veil

nearly two centuries crept past
since 14,000 ill and hungry Cherokees
trekked the Trail of Tears
moving westward wearily
to sparse lands...

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Every night since you've gone
I sleep on both sides of the bed
as if to reenact
sleeping with you...

If I switch sides
quickly enough I feel the warmth
from my own body
as if you were beside me...

Back and forth wrapped around
my body pillow as if it were you
I hear...

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Sending the tending to an unfriended ending,
 yet somehow suspending from rending a newly offending recommending.
Logotype monotype linotype,
overripe stereotype,
 teletyped an unripe heliotype. 
Guttersnipe snipe,
 stipe snipe ripe,
 a wipe type a tripe, 
unleash a withering hype. 


Dip snip,
nip lip,
slip skip,
rip the apple pip
over a...

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Christmas Traditions
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

It was the Day after Thanksgiving and every store in town.
Had planned to opened wide its doors before daylight could be found.
It was an outlandish sight to see people sleep overnight. 
Shoppers camping on sidewalks people waiting...

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My autopsy room is a confessional, 
where killers in absentia divulge 
their sins through bodies
rigid and frigid, mutilated and mute.

Graffiti of abrasions, contusions and lacerations
reenact without deceit or reservations
a catalogue of perversions and violations.

Rage, hatred, greed, jealousy, sickness 
explode and leave behind vandalized anatomies, 
a...

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Was it a mocha latte or a moch frap ?
My mind escapes me at the moment 
I can nor grasp nor reenact the events that play in my late memory
Was it you screaming or me leaving that played the biggest part
I cannot recall
But it is...

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Reached the panicle of an older state;
faced body rugged, as stone or slate;
I must reiterate, I am not old, but great;
I'm imparting of an older state;
A family that no longer calls;
An aged person whom new crawls;
Though, they sometimes may fall;
you won't find me shopping at...

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History museums
Never seem to let me down,
No matter what the country
Or the city or the town.

From homes and music of the past
To cars and toys and fashion, 
It's fun to reenact those times
Once lived with so much passion.

In Minnesota, an exhibit
Geared to World War II,
Had...

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I know I have a special purpose for my life, 
I'm just struggling to answer 
One question, what's my calling?
I don't know. 

God I'm struggling I don't know what to do
What is it that I want to do?
I thought I knew at one point, but...

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Cupid's arrow has pierced my being,
Is this a dream that I am seeing?
She is everything I've ever asked for,
A magical gift from a far away shore.

My body lay here bound by the devil,
However the spirit of David no evil can level.
I will do everything to...

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I knew two twenty-somethings who
had been soul mates since age sixteen.
One commonality that drew
them to each other was a keen
enjoyment of old movies, those
with lively song-and-dance routines.
On weekend nights they sometimes chose
a Fred and Ginger* film with scenes 
that thrilled, but Singin’ in the Rain,...

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I rise,
with cock and crow.

I sense,
the Who, the How.

I move,
from Intent to Act.

I gauge and guess -
overthinking here,
underthinking there.
I weigh and wonder -
overworrying fear,
wonder syncing here.

I react or respond -
overshooting now,
then undershooting. 

I finish, a fallow field
long afore the sun
winks past out past
the Last Edge...

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When God took us out from Egypt, we left in haste,
Not waiting for our flat bread to rise--no time to waste:
  No time to contemplate the events of the night;
  Just time to leave in a hurry, right after midnight.

No time to count...

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The past is not finished
We always reenact it
In the performance gaze
Near the future of this present...

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