Best Reintroduce Poems


Premium Member I See You In the Shadows

I see you in the shadows
something misshapen
moving through the dark.
I am not afraid of what you are
just come here closer
reach out for my hand
and I will do what I can
to release your confined....

No more tears, no hiding in fears.
No more pain, no longer insane.

I see you in the shadows
where looks are deceiving.
You're a gentle monster
would never harm a fly.
You are not a vampire
fearful of the sunlight
just come here closer to me
I am reaching out my hand
take it, step up into the sun....

Warmth to feel, know it is real.
No more sorrow, with love in tomorrow.

I see you in the shadows
and I see a reflection of me
cause I've been there
lived a life of solitude
away from prying eyes.
All I wished for was a hand
to come closer to pull me
free from the depths
and reintroduce me to day....

A shy smile, hidden for awhile.
Ran away from home, now left to roam.

I see you in the shadows
you are beautiful to me
we are all blemished
on the surface and deep inside.
Come to me, even closer now
your hand rests in mine
I feel your trust grow
you break away from the shell....

A new start, a revived heart.
We are free, no more shadows to see.

Allow Me To Reintroduce Myself

Allow me to reintroduce myself –

Hello, I know it’s been a while.
Since we last met, alone.
Simultaneously, the odds capitulate.
The very epiphany of a victor, we are.

Allow me to reintroduce myself -
I know it’s been while, tell me how’ve been doing.
The reminder of past pain often gets in the way.
Of us.
The steel razor they hold tried to cut through your thick, thick scar.
Thick you are.
Thick are the brick walls
Comfortably numb with Mr. Floyd
But that’s just another void.
Vulnerability, it bleeds; yearning for truth.
Your truth.
Let me take you back to your truth.
Stand, don’t misunderstand
The demand is yours
Simply breathe.
Breath. In.
Exhale and sail.

Allow me to reintroduce myself –
Ride the waves with me.
You are brave.
Come out of your cave. It’s not too late.
Illuminate your Space.
Cosmos. Galaxies.
Full of wonder
Wonderful you are
Simultaneously, the odds capitulate.
The epiphany of victory, I am.
Hello my heart - allow me to reintroduce myself

Premium Member The Wolf

The wolf is the ancestor of domesticated dog.
(Did you think we found our pets in prehistoric catalogue?)
That fact should be enough to make us tolerate the wolf
And to forgive his killing everything with a horn or hoof.

They keep eco-system in check by taking share of the big game.
But ranchers hate the wolves for sometimes taking prey that's tame.
They communicate with each other with howls and growls and barks and whines.
They kill and eat and then when saturated, another creature dines.

A wolf is not a grain eater, a wolf must have his meat.
If he is not allowed to kill, he and his family do not eat.
They have been exterminated from the most of this USA.
There are still some in Canada, Alaska, and parts of Northwest today.

Wolves live in large areas  a contiguous habitat.
We're trying to reintroduce them and some folks do not like that.
Wolves keep big herds thinned and they take the old and lame.
Man shoots prize animals for the fun of it and calls his victims game. 

Written 4/2/15


Premium Member Silly One Liners

If I said you had a beautiful body
Would you hold it against me, sweet lady
What an opening line that would be
Guarantees you a slap, there matey

Why is it so hard for women to find men
That are sensitive, caring, and good-looking?
Because they usually already have boyfriends
Specially if they're also good at cooking

The difference between a husband and a dog
The dog still gets excited to see you
Sometimes I have to reintroduce myself
To my wife, “hi, we're married, we two!”

My birth certificate was a letter of apology
Dad got from the condom company
Let my mind wander and it didn't come back
That's no reason to get all uppity

The very worst time to have a heart attack
Is during a game of charades
Gotta hope you're really good at the game
And they call 911 before you fade

Okay here's one last giggle, hope you like it
Finally had to stop drinking because
Got tired of waking up in my car driving 90
Followed close behind by the fuzz


© Jack Ellison 2015

Stranded In the Rain of Routine

tears roll down your cheeks like pyramids of deflation
i never know how to fix it, so i choose to listen
what i discover are emotions that are oftentimes stranded in the rain of routine
we need to get the blood of our origin flowing again
knowing this, i reintroduce myself as that shy guy you met and fell in love with years ago
you, in return, let your hair down and put that same flower in your hair....on the left side
you then reintroduce yourself and we begin to playfully flirt and reveal new things about ourselves
it is somewhere in the heart of all the rediscovery that we begin to know each other again
the rain of routine stops when the TV is turned off and our ears are retuned in order to naturally and genuinely listen
our hearts begin to skip beats like jovial pebbles thrown from an inquisitive kid's hand
we renew and revitalize the love so tainted by the acidic stain of dissipation 
laughter permeates the room in our minds like skyscrapers of inflation
© Marty King  Create an image from this poem.

Calling of Souls

I'm searching for a hero that i cannot find
I'm searching for a hero outside my mind
What was once lost in the seas of deception 
Swimming in the pool of Godly anticipation
Can now be found in the water of a priest
Wearing the wings of an angel once deceased

He called me once to come to him
I couldn't bring myself to answer him
Why would i choose him out of them all
Why this particular call

I look up to the sky trying to find 
What people tell me he will never hide
The grace of God is what they keep telling me
Will be pulling and tugging ABUNDANTLY
On the corners of soul, pulling on the fragile strings of happiness
Finding the marvelous bliss I'll never discover one way or another

I use to feel my soul starting to dissolve in the toxic waste i called a life
That nuclear diaster was consuming my soul
Eating it up without a sound
I could hardly feel it slipping away, till the skies opened 
And with it came that purifying rain, the rain unlike water that washed away the pain

The deep feeling of a call unlike any other
Calling it to come into the love
Calling it to come into the laughter
Calling it to reintroduce itself as a new and refreshened vessel of hope

He called me once to come to him
I couldn't bring myself to answer him
That previous call i could have listened 
That big brick wall i could have demolished
What is it about the angels that he sent for my soul 
They shine so brightly with their airtight hold

Believe me when i tell you you will never feel 
The blistering heat nor the paralising cold
The calling of this soul was never easy 
The toughest job the big guy had to deal
The biggest deal he had to attentively seal

The soul the soul felt a great sense of peace in its calling 
Because it was no longer ignoring
Ignoring the peace 
Ignoring the love
Ignoring the peaceful hold of the Gods

He called me once to come to him
I couldn't bring myself to answer him 
The calling of my soul that made my whole entire being feel whole
That's the day the calling of souls began


Premium Member Another Fantastic Day In Indiana

The garden is slowly reviving herself.
Waking up from her nightly slumber.
Showing her pinks, purples, yellows and greens.
Mariah the Merry Maid faces the sun.
Wondering whether she will need to water.
Will the dew be enough?

A reverent silence surrounds Mariah and her garden.
She takes a minute to reintroduce herself to daybreak.
Knowing daybreak will never disappoint.
The night shadows are quickly being erased by the sun.
The rays land on her back, encouraging and uplifting her.
It will be another fantastic day in Indiana.

Thank You

The dreams of our childhood

lay in the corner

lonely and cold.

The thoughts that we had played with

and their youthful promise

are growing old.

It seems we walk away

forgetting their face

we can't even remember their name.

We close our eyes

we lose our focus

and our lives are never the same.

Sometimes we get lucky

someone comes along

to reintroduce us to our heart.

                  Yes, I'm one of those lucky ones

you've brought back my sight my love,

now I'm finally ready to start.
© Billy Bier  Create an image from this poem.

Composizione 2 Bowls of Flour

Music is God
and songs worship
Music.
In appreciation of the
composers skills
one might look to
God for inspiration.
False Gods collaborate
throught
the concentration of plagiarism
they look to speak to many
and gather the attention of all
in worship of both
Music and song
they structure
melonic hamonies
in music intro,
lyric chourus and in 
lyric prechorus
with sounds that overlap the other
that combine both treble and bass
sounds structure
sequences
with pitches that introduce and reintroduce
both verse and chorus.
lovers of bass often sooth the foreground sound
by having deep tones that neither moves
the groove or
harmony.
it often draws both sounds together
by
meeting the strings, woodwinds
and percussion in
combination
that meets to sound as one
and moves away
and becomes  the regular
 sound of the song.
Often said the different parts of
a song tells you when the song
 began and when it will end.

e cosi cha le persone
si incontrano e si
innamorano

Gaffaz's  largest bowl holds twenty cups of flour
she has six of the same size.
the recipe she needs asks for 60 cups
how many bowls of the same size
wil Gaffaz need if the recipe ask for 120 cups?

The Boots Are Back In Town

Come on in boys have a seat
mama and "the boots" are back
You know the ones, those
thigh high red suede boots,
any others hangin around 
are just imitations

You there, you remember the boots
I am sure, sorry about the broken 
arm n  all but you shouldn't of
stolen them, I know, I know you
just borrowed them,

Miss,  with your new figure
the boots should look better than
eve on your, they make everyone
look good 

Hey Pops, I know  your took a turn
in them, behind closed doors of course
how was the fit, bit wobbly dancin around
in them were you,

Hey you new guys and gals
who are not familar with the 
boots maybe I will just have to reintroduce
them, here, you'll get to know the place,
it is called The Inkwell" 
Many of the old timers can tell 
you all about it the table dancin
all sorts of gettin down things
Prancin, dancin to the song Honey Honey,
Santa's got a Brand New Bag Blues
that sort of thing, the stuffs that makes 
ya laugh, makes ya want to come back 
time after time 
Hey, me n  the boots gotta boggie but
check back now n again 
me n the boots will be here, yeah were
back

Nico Demus

Nico Demus, yep good old Nico Demus. He was Jewish, fair I see.

Fair to say he was a stone roller, rolled stones.

Heresy can get one killed.

Guns are for protection mostly.

Best to have lots and never need them really, and ammo also. Yep.

Well, I just wanted to introduce , or actually to, reintroduce, Nico Demus.

It is my understanding some of you have read his story.
© Gun Poet  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member The Elevator Encounter

One fateful day, 
a lovelorn gentleman
walks into 
a descending elevator 
with a lady 
with whom he finds 
very attractive. 
A once in a lifetime
opportunity!
A sliver of attraction 
seemed palpable 
from her end, too. 
Pleasantries 
were mumbled;, 
the ice cracked 
but didn't break. 
Their smiles 
were telling; 
an augury 
of what could've been.
The elevator parts 
like Moses parted 
The Red Sea, 
and so did they. 
Out she went, 
walking far 
out of sight, 
but not out 
of the man's mind.
What she said, 
and what he heard
was a blur.
He's regretful
as the chance  
to reintroduce
himself;
perhaps ignite
a spark of romance, 
has passed him by.

Date written and posted: 06/27/2018

Awakening

The triggering of an awakening 
may not be so intense ;
Conceptually applied to a visual 
may even appear exaggerated, yet
The minds eye searches the unknown,
Only to reintroduce itself, too Self....

Premium Member Survival Tips for Recovering Cynics

One:
Wake up slowly.
Admit it was never that deep.
Let your first word be hmmm.
Let your second be whatever.

Two:
Stretch, but not like you mean it.
Pop one joint, then stop.
You are not an overachiever.
You’re alive. That’s enough.

Three:
Brew something hot
and unnecessarily complicated.
Call it process.
Sip. Sigh.
Spill a little on purpose.

Four:
Reintroduce yourself
to color.
Start with gray.
Work up to a muted mustard.
No pressure.

Five:
Trust nothing that smiles too easily.
Except maybe dogs.
And one cashier
who says you’re all set
like she means it.

Six:
Throw out the list you made 
of everyone who owes you.
Keep the one you made
of whom you survived—
remember who survived you.

Seven:
Don’t look for closure.
Just check your teeth for spinach
when you think you ate,
and get on with it.

I Am Loved By the Best

You not an angel
You have your flaws but in my mind you're perfect 
In many ways than one you earned my trust 
I trust you with my heart 
As fragile as it is you will take care of my heart 

I battled multiple misconceptions about love
For sometime I believed love didn't exist 
To me the word love was an excuse to indulge in sexual immorality 
I got hurt and witnessed many falling victims of sexual predators 
I have tasted the bitter sweet moments of love games but it all changed when I met you 

You made me believe in love again 
You made me realize that love involves two souls 
We connected soul to soul 
In my downfall you became my pillar of strength 
You topped up my happiness with joy
Each day you raise the bar higher than my expectations. 
You hold nothing back when giving me your time and attention 
you give me your all 
I am loved by the best 

You mean every word you say
Even when you fall short of your promises 
You make up for it and apologize earnestly 
When we lose each other in an argument 
You hunt for common grounds for peace sake 
You find an alternative way to reintroduce the topic if I missed the point 
You taught me ways of love
You held my hand to love climax 
With you in my life I can safely say
I am loved by the best.

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