Best Reenacting Poems

Rebecca wrinkles her itty bitty nose and giggles
Loads of soapy bubbles almost over her head
Warm soothing water still running noisily
Holding on to her precious Little Mermaid doll
Rebecca reaches over to quiet the flow
Ah the echo of silence! How magically delightful !

Now her singing lesson can...

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Everyday I wake, I bathe in the river Jordan: taking with me the dirtiness from the yesterdays. Repeating the same sins, that were never washed clean. Reenacting the past and all its ways....

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The macrocosm weaved you into actuality,
spun you into instrumentality.
Made of cosmos, you are irrevocably fused,
embedded in the stream of being.

The microcosm energizes you into dynamism,
induces you in electromagnetism,
the photons of your incarnation dance
in every glance, prance in every instance
of your continuance.

Love’s subatomic particles collide in...

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For this lovestruck lass, I concite my sentiments out
To open her eyes, and to let her grow out of bout
Because below is undetermined that she does not want to read
And for some, my dears, might give some veritable heed

That you are far too young and...

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Last summer
I gave to you
My tears
My blood turned blue.

Nervous perspiring
Neurons firing
My soul desiring

My body preparing for
Eternal warring

My heart flooding
With silent crying

The earth spinning
Gravity winning

The hem of my garment 
Tearing.

Lucifer swearing
No one caring.

What it this attracting?
History's  reenacting.

Eternal damnation
In constant deliberation.

The truth torn in two.
Does anybody...

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Alone 

Alone I feel myself slipping into the darkness of an abyss. 

 Drowning grasping at complete nothingness with a stench of death and despair. 

 Mind racing of thoughts I normally can’t recall, viewing in my mind like a slideshow. 

 Continuing to feel...

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A glib giant of the river borders 
The discerning ears of the ancient Power, we mourn
Where caravans cascade to unseen voices 
And the rumbling of avalanche bullets invades our peace 

This mind  captured it with a piercing eye
From river “Nun” 
ere wasting wore garbs...

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Vocabulist nonalcoholic punchdrunk stupor January 1st, 2020

Unlike the vast population swath,
with painful hangover
average celebrant merely
doth confusedly blink,
who devoutly pledge
new year resolution
to give up drink
immediately fall off wagon

as he/she eagerly downs
shot after fermented shot
while forearms link
with family, friends,
strangers, et cetera
and immediately rethink
alcoholics anonymous pledge
gamely nod and...

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I sit in front of myself, 
Finding my way into my own eyes, 
Searching for myself in my mirror,
Though I do not recognize this figure the light reflects,
I gaze past my trasparent face,
Looking for me,
I wipe invisible tears that never fell away,
Seeing the hidden scars...

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EPANEPLEPIS POETRY
A
REMINDER
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A man who knew what he was talking about, a man who knew!
"Mankind must put an end to war or, war will end mankind"
Quote President John F. Kennedy; D. Trump not worthy of the title let alone a quote.
Restrained just recently, President Trump was,...

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Touched By 9/11

As I place foot, upon their memories,
their lives are reenacting, in my mind.
Realizing they didn't know, what's about, to occur,
and there be people, they be, leaving behind.

To them, it was just, an ordinary day,
working around the clock, with devotion.
All of sudden, becoming scared...

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Eighteen years of knowing
You were always there to talk
In your place at the back of the hall
By my side for a journey through the woods
Reading to my best friend in the kitchen
Reliving history in the living room
Reenacting the last century in the back yard
Dressing the...

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How could I ever forget your first kiss?
Can I compare it with perpetual heavenly bliss?
Or was it, like a sudden electric shock,
That, as though heart attack, my heart-beat block?
Was it like a pleasant pain-filled joy one gets,
After much suspenseful April-fool stream sweats?
It's an amalgamation of...

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Radiant beaches with a tropical tangerine sky
Always wondering & asking myself why
Reenacting the days we could've flown
If bravely to each other we just would've shown
A mystery of memories jumbled in our hearts
Eventually we lost our memories - the further we became apart
Those dampened memories of...

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Silence, like a glass thrown up in the air
Then exploding, its shards like a nagging echo
Raining on a heart, and it's so unfair
To bleed for love that is not there... Is there, 
Through this weary way of silence, I must go. 

I would turn around...

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