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 occasionally get mobile via bivalves
Or tricuspid consistency
Only
Due to my mammalian genetics
As I watch the kinetic possibilities of moss
Determined as a scientist with fingers made of air
Now the trees sing in a special aria
I love your face
It's ridiculous with all its perfections
And
You simper
At the thought of this
Which makes you even more free and worn comfortably
Around the edges
I join in when possible
Landscapes reheat me to the core
Love Watts Geothermal and Kernels of the 5th dimension
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 the tea’s no longer hot.
“My oh my,” whines Mr. Cat.
“I must reheat my pot!”
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 the tea’s no longer hot.
“My oh my,” whines Mr. Cat.
“I must reheat my pot!”
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 no longer shed tears.
A strangling weed has begun to take control.
Tangling so deep around my heart that loves light is so hard to find.
A tender feeling brings pain to the center of my being.
The constant negativity is gnawing on my brain making it become numb.
My head reels in pain to think a tender thought.
Mindless chatter is all I hear.
I crave darkness.
A sleep, an endless sleep.
Judge me if you must, condemn me not.
For, I am already condemned.
My blissful memories one by one are slowly fading away.
My warm emotions turning into a cold wind freezing my soul.
Will a true loves kiss when touched my lips rejuvenate my soul
Expel me from the loveless poisons running rampant in my veins.
Uproot the lifeless emotions growing in my heart.
Reheat what passion remains.
Ignite the dying coals.
Like Snow White
Can I still arise to begin anew?
A true loves light capturing my soul.
A touch warming me to my core.
Ending the lonely terror.
Refill the wells with loves true joy.
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 implies
seven thousand other guys
with thinning hair from fraying ends
no need to pretend
who dress somewhat plainly
and reheat day-old drinks
tell puns decidedly insanely
no matter what anybody thinks
I can't exactly decide whether
that's a comforting thought or not
six thousand, nine hundred, ninety nine
other "me"s - seems a hellva lot
should i argue, should i deny it?
should i stand in a police lineup?
and see if i am fingered
for being one among many?
cloned soul just like the rest of us
with a blank expression on my face
going through life nonplussed
with neither adoration or disgrace
well - no matter what is needed
to bring significance to my day
my emotions won't be depleted
thinking there's a crowd just like me
© Goode Guy 2013-08-27
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 freshen glass
i gulp
t’morrow’s door
slams on my son’s thumb
it hangs like a loose nail
hanging out on the commode
i scream
the children’s father assesses
my son’s sister slammed the door
...on the verge,
pindrop suspense
i warn my husband
not to blame
not to shame
i carry wisdom in my pocket
words to do no harm
carry the son, unhinged with tears
swaddle his sister with blanket
am i better than my parents?
i just have a leg up;
this time
my feet lead me, by example
10/28/2020
*reflexology reference
**embarassment
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
Masked in the empire of symbolic
Dominance
To give up the cultural mandate
Reheat the branding mechanism
Of limited identities clinking in chain mail
And release the contracted talons as they are
Ready to unfold, break loose
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 obstacle isn't defeat.
When your sight is adequate to compete,
I shall entice you till our bones excrete.
Betrayals occur during the heat of deceit,
Overwhelmed in combustion entreat.
Salt from the sea is in tears and downbeat,
Inhaling every color of poetry may reheat.
I bestow my words to the shells of your feat,
Leaving blurry traces in my vision to meet.
You are safe and muttered during the retreat,
I am inhaling your irrational fear and heat.
Rose petals satiate voids in the heartbeat.
Written: December 04, 2022
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 are buried in the ice of their frozen souls.
Their weakness obscured under the shadow of their swords.
Their aura sour and sorrowful.
Flowers wilt in fear,
Even the ants bow their heads.
They hide their starvation under heavy overcoats.
Their strength ever so obvious,
Their collapsing souls ever so hidden.
To these sad men, I say:
Lift yourself from the well of despair!
Put down your swords, and sleep;
God's soldiers have prepared your bed.
You have strained yourself like straw ropes;
Straw ropes rubbing against burning coals.
Let your hatred melt away.
Reheat your soul in God's warmth.
Your sins of incompetence have been repaid...overcompensated for
like a debt repaid in blocks of sapphire!
Rest now. Embrace your nostalgic dreams;
The dreams you once lost!
Comfort your weeping friends;
The friends you once lost!
They weep for your scars, not your mistakes!
Do not exile them to the pit of despair, as you have.
Let them see your smile one final time;
Do not let the earthly blunders of yesterday steal your chance of entering Heaven;
You are mortal; failure, even more so!
Rest now! Your time of rest is long overdue.
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
Masked in the empire of symbolic
Dominance
To give up the cultural mandate
Reheat the branding mechanism
Of limited identities clinking in chain mail
And release the contracted talons as they are
Ready to unfold, break loose
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
Masked in the empire of symbolic
Dominance
To give up the cultural mandate
Reheat the branding mechanism
Of limited identities clinking in chain mail
And release the contracted talons as they are
Ready to unfold, break loose
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
Masked in the empire of symbolic
Dominance
To give up the cultural mandate
Reheat the branding mechanism
Of limited identities clinking in chain mail
And release the contracted talons as they are
Ready to unfold, break loose
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 !
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 away
to any other man from that day on!
It beat so hard within my chest to say-
our summers heat, forever-love was spawn.
So young we were- most thought it just a fling.
However, after high school and beyond-
when he became a fine Marine- we'd cling
to his next leave- reheat, keep warm our bond.
We wed in summer, 'fifty-eight! So sweet!
Now- sixty-five years since that- summers heat.
May 28, 2020
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 choice
Slice a portion of your time, for my take away
a pinch from your busy schedule, please make a way
Lets bump shoulders once more
Reheat the connection gone cold
walk in the sands of promises we swore
I crave to be on the receiving end too
Reply your“I love you”text, with"i love you too"
I renew my vows for the hundredth time
reciprocate my love, for our hearts to rhyme