Best Remaking Poems

I stand where the sunset hugely spills    
Out upon subdued but still hotly
Glowering plains...        ...

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It wasn’t that I’d done you wrong
I'd welcomed you into my heart’s home
I'd cherished you
and I had fed you 
I'd protected you
I had let you...

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Sullen would be onset of grey, indivisible-dawning;
Soon, lifting mist dissipating beneath the brae.
Comes then a gentle heat arising with the morning...
Thus the remaking of another...

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It's been a lifetime since I heard your voice
Most times I can't recall
Your Laughter and whispers became foreign to me
Behind my memories walls

Too numerous nights...

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I who have dwelt long
 On the keeping of a vow,
That which is folded into 
  Steel --
And hammered and drawn --
The making and...

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Nehemiah 8:10 (KJV) Then he said unto them, Go your way, eat the fat, and drink the sweet, and send portions unto them for whom...

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What a ***** to find time to creep into another woman's bed
or maybe a rat to scurry under my feet for cheese and bread
askin for...

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Mad moments mesh mind mystery;
Yesterdays yield yonder yeses;
Sight sensuous stash sync sensibly;
Thrust tensile thrill to touch tresses;
Empty emote ends each earthing;
Ready ripe rock rustling rich...

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Taught Iago to trance,
the pungent smell made me balance the stance,

raided the 'pulse' and sought no other deviant,

I was looted in the same way I...

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Sorrow weeps, small happiness creeps
Remorse afloat, in my silk coat
Emptiness appears, silence leers
Fading shadow, far below
Begging forgiveness, lots of emptiness............
 
Cemented dreams, gone to extremes
Song...

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It's weird
and sometimes wild
living with a non-LeftBrain verbal dominant
aspiring child,
now young adult

I find myself waiting for him
to nonverbally connect
and correct me
about my patriarchal domineering
economic and...

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Mr. Carrot, the talking morning alarm clock making waking up fun. 
His loud chimes would shake the ground and woods and wake up the church...

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In my lowest point,
Nothing seemed to make sense;  
Searched for what to hold on to and for 
Pointless I used to feel.
In my lowest...

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The city I left behind,
With all its empty goals,
Rushed and loud, 
Noise and crowds, 
The destroyer of my soul.

I seek the silence of the woodland,
New...

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EASTER SUNDAY  
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