Best Reenter Poems
The young boy woke up floating, effortlessly above
his own little, living, breathing, body
that could be clearly seen below
with his own intangible eyes,
drifting…
as if he were a concealed cloud or Zephyr wind
suspended within
the borders of his bedroom walls.
A sky full of galaxies and stars
were luminously enticing and inviting him
beyond the curtains and outskirts of his window
as he wondered what it might be like
to let go of his attachments to
the familiar, sleeping boy in bed,
his mother, father, family, friends,
and plastic airplane models he had
recently assembled, painted and placed on cluttered shelves
along with Mark Twain story books and seashells
around his azure blue painted
boyhood bedroom cocoon.
It was all he could do to keep from drifting through
the beckoning window, the ceiling or watchful walls
leading upwards and outwards toward some place
he thought he knew well enough
to call "Home Sweet Home" and yet,
something akin to nothingness suddenly surrounded
this new-found phantom, ghost-like, being
curiously whispering and causing him to realize
it was not yet time for him to fly and instead,
decided to surrender and reenter
that other boy's body, brain, and mind
still lying there in bed.
Before awaking to the warming glow of glorious,
Sunday morning sunlight beams and wondering,
if floating weightlessly above himself
was as real as chocolate ice cream
or nothing more than another delirious dream.
Categories:
reenter, allusion,
Form:
Free verse
The Heavy Price Paid To End The Deepest Of Dark Pains
In my night-dreams, flies jargon of oracles wise and profound
words given that break heavy chains by which I was once bound
just a conversation with my dark-muse and her ancient friends
as she promised, they provided a means to making of my amends
tho', they are not angels, and each one exacts a heavy price
one that costs this soul very dearly and I have to pay thrice!
For when I reenter this dark world and walk among the dead
I am commanded to do a ghastly deed, one I so truly dread
kill, on first day of each week, not true villains as a great release
my victims are to be the innocent or else their help will cease
this long forty year vicious cycle only ends when I shall perish
or dare'st to murder that which my heart most fervently so cherish!
Alas! They knew well such great cost I would never ever dare to pay
what do they say, poet's ink is the blood that keeps devils away
yet all of my devils dance gaily within my red-blood splattered ink
and to this day, I sorry at how low my desires caused me to sink
tho' with glee, they told me this also would make it all go away
if I would murder my own beloved wife and use her blood to pay!
Now to commit that unthinkable act, its time has too soon came
I had played with fire, sought the dark gods, played their game
the oracles I told would get their last pay come full moon tonight
this would bring buckets of blood, to their greatest of delights
each one appeared and gave me more useless advice to seal the deal
having no clue, that this old tired poet, himself would thus kill!
All that gloomy day I worked to make sharp the sacrificial knife
to kill the monstrous monster they had made, not its beloved wife
she I had sent very far away, to visit her beloved family in Spain
to spare her this night's bloody sight, never to see her again
now the full moon has risen, that dark, dreaded midnight hour came
I give you my friends, these sad words bereft of a dark poet's name!
signed,
In honor of my hero, Edgar Allan Poe
1-31-2019
Note, this now finished piece was the other poem(4th) that I had
wanted to present when honoring Poe in my ongoing dedication series.
I only just finished it today, early this morn. I hope you may find
it dark, ghastly, and very Poe'esq in somber mood and its darkness..
Categories:
reenter, art, creation, dark, horror,
Form:
Rhyme
“Hello, and thank you for calling Acme Products! Please listen to the following selections as our menu options changed 5 years ago and we want to make sure you have them memorized.
If you need help with billing, press 1.”
silence
“Are you sure you don't need help with billing? We have such nice people in our billing department.”
“Operator.”
“No can do. The system requires entering your selections via the keypad. Please repeat your request.”
G R R R R
“Well, if you're sure you don't want billing, press 2 for a listing of all our latest products.”
0 0 0 0 0 0
“That is an invalid selection.”
“Aaaiiieeeeeeeeeee.”
"You know, you really should take a look at our newest products."
N O N O N O
“Please remember to listen carefully as our options changed 5 years ago. For assistance with complaints on an already-purchased item”
3
“Invalid selection. Try again. For assistance with complaints on an already”
4
“I'm sorry. Input not understood. For billing, press 1. To hear about our newest products, press 2. For customer service on existing orders, press 4.”
4 4 4
“Thank you. If you did not receive your order, press 5. If you have a complaint about your order, press 6.”
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“Please remember to use the keypad to enter your selections. If the complaint is about a box damaged in shipment, press 7.”
silence
"If you received your item but it is defective press”
8
“Please enter your name using the telephone keypad.”
W I L E E X O Y O T E
“Please reenter your name.”
W I L E E I H A T E A C M E C O Y O T E
“Customer 'I hate Acme' not found. Please try again. Please enter your name using the keypad on your phone.”
W I L E E C O Y O T E
“Thank you.
For questions related to Acme Invisible Paint, press 9.
For questions regarding the Acme Do-It-Yourself Rocket Sled Kit, press 10.
For questions regarding Acme Iron Bird Seed, press”
11
“Sorry. That is not a valid entry.”
K I # L L A * C M E
“Sorry. That is not a valid entry.”
“For questions regarding Acme Iron Bird Seed, hang up and dial 1-800-555-1212. Have a nice day and thank you for calling Acme Products. We appreciate your business.”
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signal lost
Categories:
reenter, business, funny, hilarious, parody,
Form:
Prose
you make me better
i see a new image of myself
i feel like i am somebody
i actually wanna live now
i feel cleaner to the touch
the height of my depth has grown even more
my smile actually hurts my face....and it feels good
each sunrise feels new everyday
the feel of my every emotion is not so bad
my pride is now put in the proper perspective
my vibe is a perfectly creased three piece suit
warm happy faces have overtaken the stone cold facial expressions
i clock in each morning looking forward to clocking out
no longer do i drive in circles
no longer do i search for the strength to reenter the driveway of my life
the key to my heart is placed in a hook in the center of your heart
thank you....for helping to notice my dusty flaws
you are such a blessing to my maturation of my mind, body, heart, and soul
you continue to make me a Better Man....
Categories:
reenter, appreciation, beautiful, best friend,
Form:
Free verse
I’m having a garage sale
Though I don’t have a garage.
Come check out all my offerings –
You’ll see a strange montage.
I have similes and metaphors
So old that they’re clichés.
There are sentences and verses
Budding writers can rephrase.
From a stack of nouns quite towering
Are so many you can choose;
Mix and match with all my adjectives –
You simply cannot lose.
There’s a vat of verbs just waiting,
Some with adverbs still attached;
And a box of prepositions,
With its lock no longer latched.
There might be a spare conjunction
Hiding underneath the rhymes;
As for interjections – Ha!
They’re rare as Mercury-head dimes.
Yet if you pay me a visit,
You might find the words you need;
I’ve been cleaning up my clutter
And there’s good stuff, guaranteed.
So come pick through my possessions
‘Cause I’m lightening my load.
Then feel free to write a sonnet
Or a limerick or ode.
For garage sales held by poets
Are, to me, the most inviting,
Since your purchases may point you
To the pathway paved with writing.
Ilene Bauer
September 6, 2012
(this was accidentally deleted from my poems list, so i wanted to reenter it)
Categories:
reenter, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
Never left for dead,
I rise again as Your Spirit speaks to mine.
A daughter yet made a son of our Living God.
Yet all are made brides as we are led down the aisle
For the wedding of eternal measure.
So I will rise and ride upon the ever changing wind,
To reenter the eternal atmosphere of our Father.
In Jesus sweet Name, to do this for His Majesty's pleasure.
You wouldn't have to ponder the question of who my Daddy is
As I rise and fly against the air currents of adversity that tries
To blow me away... currents which would like to knock me off course.
I am not some mere bird, no never have I been that because I know
Who I share my DNA with.
Categories:
reenter, beauty, blessing, change, devotion,
Form:
Free verse
I've seen you move with fire
Your spirit all aglow
You sang and wrote poems all winter,
New life you did reenter.
Faith had found you
You were like morning dew.
The reservoir you jogged
The Hudson where you biked,
Those were your spot of healing
Your place of worship appealing.
faith had found you
You were like morning dew.
And then you disappeared
That devil's jealous heart,
Just kept coming after you
As life and death, you reviewed.
Faith had never left you
You were like morning dew.
So! if one's inner limp dims,
And no one seem to care,
Seek out your spot of healing
Your place of worship appealing.
*
Categories:
reenter, adventure, appreciation, blessing, confidence,
Form:
Bio
Get Up
The further I run into love I lose more and more of me
Seeing the water run off the rocks and not understanding the rain
Knowing that life has not aided the thoughts that I think
Endless breath can you keep a secret of do I keep quiet
It’s so lonely in here and I just want a confidant…
Looking out at the time of day it’s not day anymore
I close my eyes to see the light and its rays calm my soul
The heart rate lower as I sink into my chair of realization
Too close to emptiness and too far from declaration
The music soothes the fear that has taught my feet to run…
Grassroots grown in the topsoil of pain coach me
But how can I be what I will be if I continue to be what I was
Nostalgic hemorrhages touch the cool sweat running down my back
Coercing me to look there in the crevices of yesterday to see you
Find time to gather your senses and plan for the birth of yourself…
The road is paved and path is determined before you were born
Yet, so few minutes of the day has time except for desires just awakening
Panting for the light where seeing and knowing is life ever more
Paying so much to receive so little, not tired, but frequently desperate
Loneliness did this and when will I get the courage to open my mouth…
So blessed, but no one warned of the cost of the blessing
How hard a task to love beyond my love which is insufficient
Let me die so I can live for leaving me alone kills me
Why do I believe in the thing that abandons me so often
Only to reenter and cause me to believe yet again, O fool!...
Get up. Get up. Get up I say! You are not what you have become
LIVE! Yes, I said LIVE! Get up and speak to the Universe
Call unto the winds and declare unto the earth that you are alive
So much buried inside of you and so much waits to accompany you
Love found you lonely; not dying to self has found you lonely
Peace can’t understand you and hope exhausts herself with you
Weary man the world waits for no one, but God waits…
Yes, He waits to grant you your inheritance, so you must Get up now…Get Up!
Andra Westmoreland/2014
Categories:
reenter, allegory, change, confusion, feelings,
Form:
Epic
You are the brave.
That is something to be proud of.
You enlisted with ideology of what has to come.
Your days are not by day.
You prepare for tomorrow.
No matter what branch you chose you climb to limb.
To set high above the enemy with the ally
To defeat why you deployed
To conquer peace and to cease war
You will be heroes.
You will be the Wall.
You be the strength that conquers all.
Your mastery of defense and skills, as militant, has withstood the cause.
I welcome you home with open arms and rejoice when you reenter the workforce.
_________________________________________________________________
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PENNED ON AUGUST 30, 2014 @ 12:30 A.M. EST!
Categories:
reenter, america, courage, environment, freedom,
Form:
Sonnet
What is your temperature?
The doctor asked
During an ordinary visit.
I left the examining room
And walked through
My palace
Skin and hair
Nails and tissue,
75 years of growth.
Ivy wild
as a Venus flytrap
Snaring an insect.
Tendrils curl and cover
Cages of ribs
Prisons of my own making,
Arid and Dry.
Soothing rain
Falls from mouth and nose
With nowhere to go,
Pores clogged
With regret.
Breath shallow
In and out
In and out.
No escape.
Chest
Rising and falling,
Rising and falling.
Dry air moving
Dry air moving
Over parted lips.
Teeth clenching
Unclenching
Teeth clenching
Unclenching.
“Temperature is normal.”
I respond.
I return the next day
Where is your pain?
The doctor asks.
I reenter my
Pulsing, beating, breathing
Palace.
A child moves further
Away on the bed
From an adult’s
Meandering hand.
The hand disappears.
The touch remains.
Blood pressure rises
Breathing becomes shallow.
Fatigued,
I relax
By aqua blue
pools of bliss.
75 years of blessings
Fill once arid spaces.
Adventures daringly dreamed
by a South Chicago kid,
Raised by parents
of the Second World War
“Roosevelt knew the
Japs were coming.”
He did nothing
To stop it.”
A ticky tacky house
By the tracks
Is our Gardens of Babylon.
I say good-night
To the whistling roar
Of a mighty steam engine
Ever so lightly
Shaking my foundation.
I return the next day.
Cheered by
Yesterday’s excavation.
I meet Seven Brides
Carrying oil lamps.
Their light
brightens once-dark corners.
Castle-like ventricles
Arch into stairways
Leading to
Magnificent towers.
Pink, baby skin
Warms a Mother’s heart.
Three children grown,
Now parents.
Six grandchildren,
Hardly children.
I look closer.
The pain evaporates.
Geysers of Gratitude,
Mist fills deserts.
Orchids of pink
Violet and gold.
Bright Pink Flamingoes circle
Capture and close.
Childhood scars,
Covered by mossy
Sponges, soak up old anger,
Vacuuming the shame
Of innocence.
I know now
Why the ivy
Meanders, clings and binds
To new cells
And old bones.
Its tendrils give
Eternal life.
Evergreen,
It breathes
Forgiveness
Fidelity and constancy.
Categories:
reenter, blessing, courage, father daughter,
Form:
Free verse
To take the place of greatness you build and create
You give and you take but the outcome is great
To build up a castle it takes up the time
I have to relax
I have to unwind when I'm feeling this knot that shoots pain through my spine
and the emptiness flows through aquarius signs
Though we're star crossed lovers you ask for the time
So I'm standin at bedrock and can't help but cry when the resources cut just the land will survive
Too battered to grow but to nice for the temple
Foundation of life, house of zen supplemental
You ask what you miss and they give you a smile
And say to be great you must walk one more mile
Where the angels will dance while they fall in the trial
Of the pothead who thought he could change as a child
To the one who played games never changed he was wild
To the core he was bored so he ruined the style
that would build up his castle and then he repent
As I walked down the road though, an angel was sent
She said to redeem and be free from the lies
And the only real way you will feel peace inside is to give up your soul and reenter the light
And help all you can everyday til you die
The heart in the open its rotten inside
So I gave it to her to be safe through the night
And I wandered the dawn and I reached the twilight
I sigh to myself cuz this cannot be life
Lifes what you make it though lifes only basic
Your mind is your castle
You're that close to greatness
Categories:
reenter, adventure, appreciation, art,
Form:
Free verse
There’s quite a sale in my garage,
A poet’s plethoran montage
Of metaphors and similes
And verses guaranteed to please.
A nest of nouns, a vat of verbs;
Some quotes quite perfect for your blurbs.
A carton filled with stale clichés,
Which budding writers can rephrase.
I’ve baskets filled with parts of speech
Left from the days I used to teach.
So many sentences to choose,
Ambitious wordsmiths cannot lose.
So come on down – check out my stuff;
Describing it’s not good enough.
A poet’s sale is most inviting –
It may spark a love of writing!
Ilene Bauer
September 6, 2012
(this was accidentally deleted from my poems list, so i wanted to reenter it)
Categories:
reenter, poetry,
Form:
Couplet
I grasp hold of reality and manage to pull myself out of this hole in the ground I was put in by others actions verbal and physical but time is cruel to me as I make progress my mind decides to be very sensitive to thoughts as I go through out my day thoughts reenter my mind and send me into an enraged downward spiral making me a very dangerous object to others and mostly myself save me stop this get it out just let me be happy
Categories:
reenter, depression, me, me,
Form:
Alliteration
Waddles the Water Cycle is a continuous movement of water on Earth so he never stop
working. He always busy working because Waddles has three major process.
When the sun's energy strike the water on the land and water surface, its time for Waddles
to go to work. The water evaporates adding gaseous water vapor to the atmosphere.
The sun sure make Waddles all heated up but Waddles need to cool off. As Waddles cools
off, water vapor condenses and eventually falls as precipitation (rain, snow, or sleet).
When plants have enough of Waddles, Waddles exit the plants during transpiration,
evaporation from the plant's leaves.
Now, when Waddles isnt held back by plants or bound by soil particles, he either runs off
into a river and streams or restores groundwater.
Waddles will reenter the atmosphere by evaporation, condensation, and precipitation. But
wait! There more! Waddles will never stop because Waddles continuously move water between
the land, bodies of water, and the atmosphere.
Categories:
reenter, sciencewater, water,
Form:
laughter is a rare thing for me these days
then you come along with colorful contrasts
at first, i was very much reluctant
then i became intrigued by your presentation of your introduction
nothing was what i expected
i am glad i took a road less travelled
here i am somewhere on vacation a little later in the future
i am making her applewood bacon and fluffy scrambled eggs
then i have the urge to surprise her with some cinnamon toast
the vanilla coffee is ready and so is the orange juice, freshly squeezed
she comes around the corner with a smile and a bright 'good mornin'
her strong southern accent defeating my serious demeanor
we flirt a little bit
her pine cone brown eyes are glistening in the natural light in the room
though she is 15.5 years older than me, we are like kids at a makeshift breakfast buffet
as we say our goodbyes, we exhale deeply and wonder
a new friendship has formed, and for that we feel ThankFull and Blessed
as i walk her to her navy blue SUV, we give each other a warm hug
we promise to stay in touch, but respect is the nucleus of our bond
as i watch her drive off, i thank God for the experience of it all
sometimes it is not about the physical aspect but the Occurrence of a Blessing
i hope that she finds happiness as she returns to her current chapter
just as i was turning the doorknob to reenter the condo, my phone chimes....
Categories:
reenter, beautiful, blessing,
Form:
Free verse