Best Reiteration Poems
Again I see you, again you return to me again you remain, I am unable to move
Without reiteration of your presence; you make me aware always, and again
Never is never to be.' as all is possible still more than imagination is.'
That is reality in its ever change, of opportunity there will be no end.
You begin again in renewal, as snowdrops bloom in biting wind cold
Old ever the opposite to youth, & that is part of forever without finish
Outside is waiting unbelief. & echoing throughout existence willingness
New day is sprung of itself, indifferent to broken dreams or the longest nights
Lessons are given; forgotten.' again & again; life's spirals weave dream & destiny's
FRAMED
In submitting my last résumé
Jessica Rabbit inspires me to say
Though some call me a cad
I’m not really that bad
It’s just that I was drawn this way
There’s a catch in assigning creation
Of our being in all its summation
To another as source
Who gave them the force?
Cue: an infinite reiteration
Still if I were the artist divine
And it were in my power to assign
All the features impose
Including the nose
I’d draw one much better than mine
Inspired by the film:
- Who framed Roger Rabbit
Over and over
Again and again
Echo, echo
Reiteration
Throwing a ball
To and fro
Taking a walk
Away we go
Busy work
Filing files
Nighttime clerk
Stocking isles
Same ole same
Everything
No change
To cause pain
Here, this day, on this inglorious
Field
Thy vain struggles will count no
Valour.
All hope now abandoned,
Imminent defeat unconcealed;
Erstwhile countenance display
Such waxen, languid pallor.
Surround by your dwindling
Forces
Ye will but sadly find...
That the stout keep of your
Valiant fortress is all but breached,
Once strong foundations failing -
Wherest badly undermined!
For a rigorous examination beckons
ye;
Stood before impassioned jurors
Chosen from the feared and all
Powerful families of the ignoble
Medici.
Black curtains drawn back from
Deep reveals
That look out over the enlightened
Years...
Where conceals...
Hidden between leafs of peremptory
Decree:-
A blight spread upon these lands,
Inflicted from Romes insidious
Plans -
That cause stain upon the
Renaissance of a golden century!
When clapping thunder breaks and
Brazen lightening clashes
Still I would know ye again:
A pounding, frenzied reflex devoid
Of all Godly purpose -
Detached from any amount of
Blame!
For I have sought ye out, O lowly
Meretrix;
Heaping upon you with bondage
Enforced through servitude and
Shame;
And I, O lowly Meretrix,
I...hereby command thy name.
A fastidious Advocate of intellectual
Character
Shallst I elect,
He who be a practitioner of
Theological proposal unrefrained,
To represent you -
Raised from the rank files of the
Dead and slain!
A public gallery, wherest seated,
Ghostly phantasms
That I purposefully select;
And for a judge - A deathly one:
Ill measured, worshipfully detached,
Beneath it all,
And hopelessly arcane.
This "Innocent" fool, dressed in
Guise of highest ecclesiastical
Enforcer,
Perpetuated a medieval Inquisition,
Both protracted and prolonged,
That openly boasted and rejoiced
In its zealous slaughter!
Thereby spawned a terrible edict -
"Ad Extirpanda":-
Cannon law that advocates the
Use of "Legitimate torture"!
Know thee also, Meretrix, the Pius
Pontiff,
Heaven sent,
Who in his greater wisdom
Convened over
The council of Trent:
Four hundred years spanning
Across a Reformations fears;
Reaffirmed when Pope John,
In reflective reiteration,
Was heard to chillingly hiss:
"What was...Still is"!
TO BE CONTINUED...
And Like that.
I had this overwhelming urge.
I don't know what came over me.
I asked God is this the route I should take.
This habit of association.
To weed out what may seem to be selfish.
Time is of the essence.
This illusion of what is definite or what may not be.
Certainly this proclamation arrived out of nowhere.
Again I asked.
Notating my lack of patience.
I found the choir of mind without direction.
They stood and hummed.
Some in que.
Others were all over the place.
Without a podium or overreaction to the problem.
Amen, acknowledging your grace.
This aura highlighting sudden fixation.
I sought guidence.
Leaving the trail Whince I came.
I felt pain in my rib.
A spiritual curriculum decided by what's missing.
Again I asked.
More left to the imagination
A reiteration of urge.
The potency of silence.
Engaged by a look.
I understood what the choir was saying
Tech-No-Logic
Of keyboard and swipe
a screens deliberation circuit electronic
in metal skin and paper thin
push button hums the chord of plastic
tech-no-logical inventum
such marvels to grind the wheel
impartial utensils the battery static
a signal from pre-molded concrete
sends the flip switch light
a barrage of city steel
Perfidious evolution
camera slapped ready to be mobile
disseminate precious packeted information
send the engine forward
designed specific mechanical
with purpose and all copyright invention
roll out the factory trinkets
and by wifi extol these virtues of freedom
such ease of apps
the dictionary of a creative human
Pander upon the wonder
tech-no-logic inventum
to satellite and celluloid praise them
the world a window
to ignore confusion
fanatical gears performing missiles
each trigger of functioning confident
laser guided telescopic retention
art forms innovation
and the busy discourse of bibliophiles
What design by rain
the mechanisms of perfume
a flowers technical schematic
a blueprint revived
so the wind sustains chaotic
fluctuations of forms molecule Phi
graceful filament wings
the meaning of feathers, thorns and insect
wood breathing light
inexplicable, irreproachable tree
of life
And who by sun
upon rainbows plain did walk
was uttered a catchphrase of miracles
no other perfection
wrought in animate visions sacrament
the momentums overture existential
rhythms dance plays waterfall
which finger tips technology
so in intricate reflex of memory
sustained an infinite birth
Lay by road side
in clank and clamor rattle
semaphore an accident in skeletal
and by marvelous creed
take emulsions photo
whys and wherefores the veins of petals
the everyday unexceptional
but still focus changes the angle
all reiteration speaks
by blueprint original perfected creation
Caged up in the brain’s shackles of lust and lies
Rags of despair disillusion and utter reformed thoughts hang
Puddles of thick perverse actions gather and stain crimson
For he is a mirage of false hope cascading over your senses
Then final reiteration of the branded instant’s ultimate sound.
Quodlibertarians excel at obacerating
And are skilled in the art of obganiating
They drive people nuts,
No ifs, ands or buts,
Even their perscrutation seems nothing less than excoriating!
TRANSLATION:
The Art of Arguing About Anything
People who argue about any subject excel at contradicting
And are skilled in the art of irritating people with constant reiteration
They drive people nuts,
No ifs, ands or buts,
Even their thorough search and diligent inquiry seem nothing less than condemning!
I loved the honesty.
Netflix, chill then what.
I'd love to unfold you all night.
A reiteration of
Laying on our backs
No longer hesitant.
No longer ignorant.
Transcending the labels we both keep inside.
Suggesting that there's more to appearance.
Standing in the chills of liberation.
We soon were caught in
Organized noise
Lost in flims of smoke
All night long.
Shall we roll another or two.
If I told you right then whose wrong,
Two separate interpretations.
Each to send tremors of truth of what's really happened.
Netflix waits in response
Mahogany fingertips.
Intellectual stimulation.
I forgot errythang I was supposed to be doing.
I concur wholeheartedly with this unexpected attraction.
The television a distraction.
Current circumstances.
Thinking about you
Open invitation
#LOVE IS...
not always blood relation, nor is it familiarity within a nation; but when it's spoken and *FELT* in Universal elation...this speaks volumes to those vibrations; we all know those whom we've known for years but that doesn't mean LOVE endears...relatives, friends, distance occurs... on estranged levels; that's NOT Love Preferred*
Do you know what to me is beautiful to receive...when you meet a few rare gems and you know without a shadow of a doubt what their character is all about...Depth, Respect, and Genuine Caring; if this is missing* this results in a dissing and no matter the status, this won't make for good Pairing...
I, myself have met strangers...where soon enough I didn't sense a danger and discernment was certainly exercised; we often forget...in the beginning that's how we ALL met and here is something that I've certainly come to realize*
When your HEART* and BRAIN* Feels Grand and your SPIRIT Understands; when it Doesn't have to EVER be Questioned...that's when you Know* that LOVE HAS NO EXPIRATION!
This Is MY Reiteration, an Important* Exclamation and One That I Stand By, Indeed...
LOVE IS...*LOVE*
©Renee Denise Gross?? 12/12/2017#
reverberation
responding reiteration
answering my call
The house is stained with,
Your nostalgic memories:
Reiteration.
A perfect synonym of god,
Resting earth in plenty,
Sometime getting the gold,
Rest of the time treated filthy.
Having a heart comprising of 1000 skies,
With love twinkling like stars,
Immense bearance for pain,
Forgetting the count of unhealable scars.
Doing things for us yet keeping mum,
Trying to give things as such,
The heavenly angels are nothing in front,
She fought the battle for us in every crunch.
She did everything even “impossible” as stated,
Yet continuing like a flowing river,
We had thousands of days in our life,
Experience her warmth in our worst shivers.
Shaping up our future at the cost of her present,
Tear flowing down more on our happiness than her sadness,
A perfect synonym of our shadow,
With a refreshing smile, every second, to harness.
I salute her immaculateness,
And maiden love which feels like feather,
The reiteration of love and affection,
I”ll describe her in one word --- “My lovely Mother”
What happens?
When hell freezes over,
Pigs fly,
And it hails in Southern Cal?
What happens?
When time stops,
But life resumes,
And we live pointlessly?
What happens?
When faith crumbles,
With buildings,
And Friendship?
What happens?
What happens?
What happens?
Nothing but reiteration,
My love remains,
And will always remain,
Indestructible it is.
Music is a reiteration of self
Humbling a wide selection of conceptions
That trade away masquerades so that the truth will be dealt
It’s shown in my ears, defiance of my peers
Deliver an astonishing attempt
At artful resentment
But
As it goes,
I’d rather uphold my vision of such proceedings
And holster my dumb-droll to the cadence of rest
Rhythmus frivolous destructive creativity ascribed as venomous
But I assert for what its worth it’ll draw a plaid on your shirt
Into your blank-faced words that couldn’t draw upon the surface
What a few detergent rounds could instill into the sound
Note, a voice’s only weakness, it destroys the facetious
Observe