Best Reheat Poems

The wind moves us
Even if accidentally or unwillingly
 
I love a great slab of life along with an extended slake of thirst
I love that there is an intense need to curl into a shell
When others spell out life by computer chips

I am the antediluvian agency
I...

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Mr. Cat sits in his chair
with all that he could need:
a pot of tea and cup nearby
and a little book to read.

But oh! He needs his spectacles.
Too small is his book’s print.
While looking for his spectacles,
he grabs himself a mint.

Ah, now the cat is comfortable.
But...

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Mr. Cat sits in his chair
with all that he could need:
a pot of tea and cup nearby
and a little book to read.

But oh! He needs his spectacles.
Too small is his book’s print.
While looking for his spectacles,
he grabs himself a mint.

Ah, now the cat is comfortable.
But...

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Like Snow White
I have unknowingly bitten into the poisonous fruit.
My heart beats just to keep me alive. 
I am broken.
I feel nothing. 

My heart is being cloaked against a warming.
My body shivers, shakes. 
My mind ponders, can love still grow?
The wells have dried I can...

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standing lonely amongst hundreds
beside me a man, a small favor asked
easily, I granted it to him and
he replied "you're one in a million"

I am one in a million
which if we labor the math
means maybe seven thousand more
exactly like me, perhaps with more panache

yet still it...

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Original perception
That wave of thought
Just breaking into breath

Eyes awake 
The formative tissue merges
Seeking destiny with each pounding rivet

The sensory system develops 
Highly charged with Nabisco appetites 
As valves open and close filtering 
Shimmering cultural ennui 
World weariness revolts

Motors charged innervated
With bold forward missions 
Spiritual prowess...

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foot in a blender
skin sliced thin, jagged
bicycle spokes spinning
how i learned to wear shoes

dad’s rottweiler-yelling
as mom assesses
claustrophobic on commode

dinner would get cold
cut into throat, nose, neck, spine*
red beets**

heel to toes ice cold
perched and prepared
by ER doc;
airtight in butcher wrap

dinner reheat —
words caught in my throat
tears...

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Three men head westward, towards the dusk's cool glare,
Together, yet alone.
Their legs more worn than their clothes.
Their heads more worn than their legs.
Their journey over,
Their mission done,
Yet they travel on,
Carrying swords, giving their eyes no rest.

Pain and regret they know all too well...
Both of which...

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I adorn your flesh in trivial words and heat,
The quartz in each brushwork may deplete. 
Ashy blossoms under shattered feet,
In the dusk, inspired by optimization accrete. 

Deep-set violet eyes without a discreet,
Reaching clouds that cover your sight beat. 
Seeking to deprive the tempo of greet,
Illuminating this...

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Original perception
That wave of thought
Just breaking into breath

Eyes awake 
The formative tissue merges
Seeking destiny with each pounding rivet

The sensory system develops 
Highly charged with Nabisco appetites 
As valves open and close filtering 
Shimmering cultural ennui 
World weariness revolts

Motors charged innervated
With bold forward missions 
Spiritual prowess...

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Original perception
That wave of thought
Just breaking into breath

Eyes awake 
The formative tissue merges
Seeking destiny with each pounding rivet

The sensory system develops 
Highly charged with Nabisco appetites 
As valves open and close filtering 
Shimmering cultural ennui 
World weariness revolts

Motors charged innervated
With bold forward missions 
Spiritual prowess...

Continue reading...

Original perception
That wave of thought
Just breaking into breath

Eyes awake 
The formative tissue merges
Seeking destiny with each pounding rivet

The sensory system develops 
Highly charged with Nabisco appetites 
As valves open and close filtering 
Shimmering cultural ennui 
World weariness revolts

Motors charged innervated
With bold forward missions 
Spiritual prowess...

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Trick or treat give me anything to eat 
perhaps an apple with two little feet ?
maybe some pasta that I can reheat ?
anything , anything,  but buckwheat ! ...

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Mid, summer months of nineteen-fifty five-
     I met my sweetheart on a rare blind date.
A mere sixteen- for me, love came alive;
     the moment we locked eyes- it was too late.

Too late to ever give my heart...

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I wanna wake up to the tune of your call 
before the birds compose the morning anthem
dance to the rhythm of your love songs, at the blink of nightfall

Mesmerise my soul, with the sound of your voice
melt this icy heart, with the words of your...

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