Best Remakes Poems

 If I were a baby’s breath 
I’d be the sigh
that bends the wheat as dawn slips by
a gentle chinook that softly speaks
a river’s pause….. before it breaks
the soulful love itself remakes.

If I were the moment 
I'd be the one
star that pierces through the dark
where...

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Triangles of half-open doors
Reveal all the truth that is hidden:
Just condoms and cans on the floor,
Black papers with verses, forbidden -
Unfinished remakes of the song,
Deprived of the right to speak loud
Of wicked intentions gone wrong -
Erasers have muffled the shout.

The only illusion-proof mind -
A poet,...

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It brought such memories, memories when I was a kid
It reminded me of all the things that I did 
Storytelling, it's such an ancient art on 
channelizing events in which our family gives
voice, sounds of laughter, sometimes by embellishment
It exists in such class, beauty, and...

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 AFTER THE STORM

Mid deepest black of heart break sorrows

Vanish fear of dread tomorrows,

Cruel pain that scars and shakes us

Bravely heals and then remakes us.

Dawn Light bids from far flung hills,

Joy surrounds –with each step thrills.

Doubts will vanish with a sigh--

Mindless worries pass us by.

Treasured...

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[Verse 1]
A doctor or the lost and found
Can’t heal my heart or remove this frown
Find my wandering muse when everything's upside down
Even hands can hurt on a spinning wheel, going round

[Pre-Chorus]
I need some hope, a scribble in the sand
Sweat in the mud, someone to understand
The...

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Morning Fog Memory

Lamp-eyed frogs on this misty morning croak guttural sounds that break the silence of muffling condensation,
Their ancient amphibian eyes blinking slowly as shutter lenses at a fifth of a second. 
Lenses that once caught photos of us in scintillating amber sunsets permanence beguiles...

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Cataclysmic Lovers Spirit,


Love, lover, you arrive and tame the wild spirit inside,
Set the pace, it slows to a walk to observe and feel and look and notice,
Drops of dew on a rose petal,
Pink sunsets sets, high above in a sun punched sky over a shorn...

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Twas the night before Christmas…
…And I finally sat down,
After last minute shopping, running all over town. 
Deciding to rest now, I opened my phone
To visit the Soup and read a few poems.  

As soon as I pulled up the  soup’s website,
My home disappeared...

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Blue eyes laugh takes hold of heart 
the moment we met love was a part
lives became one entwined from the start
pierced like an arrow soared like a dart
love rebuilds remakes rekindles restarts...

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I teach History, you see. 
But, I don't know what it is. 
Just as Hollywood remakes classics
with new faces for new generations,
I suspect,
I do much the same.

I do try to sweep away
the old myths and lies
of History, but, 
as each class, each year,
recedes farther from...

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Happiness is an illusion, a mirage, a delusion
    fostered by a trial separation of truth from reality.
You have to be made to be happy
Or succumb to the happy state.
Few are born happy, newborn babies cry
Few die happy, unless in sweet dreams asleep.
True...

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A two-faced snake my self-love paralyzed,
Whose toxic fangs impurely freeze my will.
The one all past events remakes despised,
The other future wants will ne'er fulfill;
Regret resents my past to make me languish,
While doubt my future wrecks and makes unsure.
I should prevent my own apparent anguish,
Yet doubt/regret...

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Dr. Griffin ( The Invisible Man.)

In the fog, I'm a bubble,
Step in tar, I'm in trouble,
but all these, I'll defeat, one by one.
For, unseen in the room,
I can call out their doom,
I'll rule all mankind when I'm done.

Dr. Moreau (The Island of Dr. Moreau.)

He carves...

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Something broke me into god damn flim flam
Seen enough to know the game is up, shut up
Drown down to the gravel level bottom shakes 
Silence damaged COVID lungs like old movie remakes
...

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Grown men competing a childhood way,
Making a million dollars,
Every day they play.

What’s above and what’s below,
Is arbitrary at best,
When someone’s East,
Is someone else’s West.

The movies and music and the Broadway scene
Are just a few,
Of remakes of remakes,
That they want you to believe are all brand...

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