Best Rejuvenation Poems
Talking of being in a deep sorrow
Masked for a time beyond
I hide, under my shell of invisibility
I sulk, for I am lower still
Than I was to begin with
But then something triggers
My thoughts explode with all kinds
Of special feelings of heavenly
Love, brought to me by so many
Of my friends, and my family
All of whom I cherish
Without which I would certainly
Drown in my own darkest nights
Of emptiness…
But I only see light filled love
Beaming all around me
Lifting me higher each day
Making my pain go away
So I may make it again this way
And love all today
Russell Sivey
The soft geography of hip and thigh,
smooth undulations lovely to the touch,
so silky and provocative, I sigh,
as I caress your contours overmuch;
for I cannot restrain my eagerness
to stroke, manipulate and squeeze,
and lavish you with love and tenderness,
your glowing beauty brings me to my knees.
We reach the culmination of desire,
our own enjoyment fueling the fire.
We lie entangled, warm and worry free,
in blessed partnership and purity.
You can return to earth for two days they said,
but not in that worn out body.
I knew that; and I was glad; it was almost blind,
and had a touch of dementia any way.
You have to go incognito, they told me.
They were stern, and stuck up angels,
Not the kind I was expecting to meet my
first hour in heaven. Assertive even.
Here were my body choices: fourteen year old boy,
red hair, freckles, square chin.
Eighty-nine year old body, old lady, wrinkled,
spotted hands, sweet smile, looked serene.
Or two-year-old female, blonde hair, plump and perfect.
I could not see their eyes, for the eyes do not appear
until you enter the body suit.
Two-year-olds can be dancy-prancy. But that would mean
I would have to have gatekeepers in the form of parents,
probably, and I wanted two days of freedom not naps.
Being eighty- nine did not appeal to me at all.
I have never enjoyed arthritis in my feet or a humpback.
“Fourteen year old boy,” I told them. They nodded,
being smug angels, and my self-chosen-spirit-guides for many lifetimes.
All of my relatives stared at the giggling freckled
red-haired teenage boy at my funeral.
They speculated that he had escaped from the
boys’ group home on the corner.
Every time one of them got up and said something
nice about me, the boy burst out laughing.
They did not escort him out, because weirdly enough,
he had my witch-laugh, and it comforted them.
glanced at one last rose in my garden!
deep crimson velvety petals -
incandescent as luminous horizon at sunset,
mystifying as the shadow of amber clouds
glowing as the colour of my pulsating, fluttering heart ~
at the delightful thoughts of being with my beloved.
summer is leaving ~
magical rose bush almost abandoned...
one last flower
bursting with radiant hues,
still smiling a ravishing smile ~
last dance of a ballerina ~
a jubilant performance of a creative soul,
before the curtain finally drops and
the performer fades away with a departing bow.
reminding the inevitability of separation, decay and death.
It is alone and lonely...
swaying and twirling on a brittle branch
final witness of the rejoicing,
I see the solitary beauty, bravely waiting to join its clan.....
I will wait to see the resurgence of a new bud ~
I will wait, and not despair.
Edited From " Last Rose" (written on November 30, 2020)
For "Rose" Contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liquori
Fling the doors open
And let out the stagnant air
Open the board up windows
It’s time to breath fresh air.
Sweep out the dirty corners
And prepare for a powerful rejuvenation
Gather the dust in a bundle,
Empty it in the Pacific Ocean
Then dip four times in the Atlantic Ocean.
Take a stroll along the corridors
Look your enemies in their eyes and
Greet them with a victory smile
Salute them with your mystical love
And set ablaze their self-inflected flame
There is no doubt about this
You will go down as one of the bravest
Solomon the wisest you the greatest
And victorious one
Sound it on the mountain top
Across the rippling desserts
Walk through the market places
The inner-cities, burnt out villages
Busy streets and crowded towns
Visit the little old lady in the tattered house
Located on the deserted side of town
Shower her with hopeful words
Your presence alone will embrace
And nurture her weary soul
Make your way to the orphanage,
Wounded warriors
and the struggling ones
A simple touch with your powerful hands
Will answer the prayer of the weeping ones.
Go to the schools and colleges
With words of comfort and love
Stop over places where you are not welcome
And radiate them with persuasive sentiments.
All some people need is a can of beer,
a cup of hot chocolate or good cheers .
Disperse the spirit of hope,
Perseverance and good expectation
And when night comes
Walk in the streets and sing
Sing with timbrels and cheerful songs
You are an inspirational icon for everyone.
Your rhetoric’s are strong, use it to move along.
Use what works best for you
Negotiations or forgiveness
And climb straight to the mountain top
With a hammer, a sledge or a cable car
Ropes and boots or just the magical you
Silence the poisonous networks
Give them something to talk about
Lift up your injured wings and start to sing
Join with the throng of angels in the grand jubilee
You are strong and ready to fly again.
Tarry no longer because you have won
Raise your banner
And wave it high in the sky
You have just defeated your enemies
With compelling love
And your gigantic wings.
©2013 Christine Phillips
The power of time travel lies
In the laughter of your eyes.
It lifts me up and takes me away
Ten years ago today.
The demons in the past
Fade pale and fast,
As we re-enter childhood
To settle in the land of ‘could’.
But I cry out in fear
For sixteen again dear,
I have a heart to give
And ten hard years to live.
Originally published:
Clarke, R. (Ed) The Mentor 87, July 1995, fanzine published by Ron Clarke, Sydney, Australia, [Archival copy available online at http://efanzines.com/Mentor/TM87COMP.pdf].
The soft geography of hip and thigh,
smooth undulations lovely to the touch,
so silky and provocative, I sigh,
as I caress your contours overmuch!
for I cannot restrain my eagerness
to stroke, manipulate and squeeze,
and lavish you with love and tenderness,
your glowing beauty brings me to my knees.
We reach the culmination of desire,
our own enjoyment fueling the fire.
We lie entangled, warm and worry free,
in blessed partnership and purity.
In a world of temptation
Dependent on medication
Craving a sedation
A pill for each frustration
A fix for civilization
Pray for the vaccination
In a world of starvation
Addicted to damnation
Absorbed in misinformation
Blind to each assassination
Strung out on speculation
Pray for the vaccination
In a world of suffocation
Engulfed in dehydration
Hooked on acceleration
Ignorant of the manipulation
Fanatic of the hallucination
Pray for the vaccination
In a world of depreciation
Lifelong zombification
Never ending radiation
Destitute of unification
And without salvation
Pray for the vaccination
A vaccination
To end devastation
Reverse isolation
Renew our education
To allow our rejuvenation
Pray for the vaccination
deep within my zone,
i am just one with myself
rejuvenated....
The soft geography of hip and thigh,
smooth undulations lovely to the touch,
so silky and provocative, I sigh,
as I caress your contours overmuch;
for I cannot restrain my eagerness
to stroke, manipulate and squeeze,
and lavish you with love and tenderness,
your glowing beauty brings me to my knees.
We reach the culmination of desire,
our own enjoyment fueling the fire.
We lie entangled, warm and worry free,
in blessed partnership and purity.
forlorn beach awaits
high tide of life, reclaiming
wasted stones, sands
bringing back boats
loaded with catch of happiness
prosperity, festivity, longivity
16.5.2020
The soft geography of hip and thigh,
smooth undulations lovely to the touch,
so silky and provocative, I sigh,
as I caress your contours overmuch
for I cannot restrain my eagerness
to stroke, manipulate and squeeze,
and lavish you with love and tenderness,
your glowing beauty brings me to my knees.
We reach the culmination of desire,
our own enjoyment fueling the fire.
We lie entangled, warm and worry free,
in blessed partnership and purity.
The soft geography of hip and thigh,
smooth undulations lovely to the touch,
so silky and provocative, I sigh,
as I caress your contours overmuch;
for I cannot restrain my eagerness
to stroke, manipulate and squeeze,
and lavish you with love and tenderness,
your glowing beauty brings me to my knees.
We reach the culmination of desire,
our own enjoyment fueling the fire.
We lie entangled, warm and worry free,
in blessed partnership and purity.
Earth has awakened; life is new.
Bright blooms smell fragrant; skies are blue.
Who could resist this gorgeous view?
The end of winter’s overdue!
The end of winter’s overdue!
Who could resist this gorgeous view?
Bright blooms smell fragrant; skies are blue.
Earth has awakened; life is new.
Date: August 9, 2020
entered in the Mirror Mirror Contest placed 10th of 12
Sponsor: John Lawless
Rejuvenation
She was too in love,
Until reality hit her,
She was too involved,
Until the love shattered her.
She could say a million words,
But they all were senseless,
She could sing a heartbreak song,
But that would have been soulless.
The love
intoxicated her ,
Tormented her,
murdered her
shedding tears and
pain inside she hid.
Sending signs
of chaos from within,
the line between love
and her was so thin.
all these years she was stuck in the trap of her first false love.
She was like a storm,
fiery and destructive,
She was fighting her own battle,
Out the shell of fake love
she found her first love,
True love in the mirror reflection,
Embracing the pieces of her soul,
She learnt to love herself.
As she removed the blindfold from her eyes,
Like dark sees the light,
In the journey of disproving by the true love,
She finds her first love, She finally becomes her one
TRUE LOVE.