Best Resurgence Poems
Locked in us all is the power to be
just that much greater unexpectedly
Summon a sort of forward resurgence
reaching out to proper intelligence
Focused on the well-considered plan
becoming part of nothing other than
Remember to watch for any deviation
following that trail of inspiration
Spring's fragrances seduce honey bees that nestle inside each delicate flower. I watch their flight from daffodils to hive, while butterflies hover over milkweed, laying fragile eggs. In tandem they flutter; a ballet with a multitude of dancers that convert my yard into a magical stage. I hear a symphony of trills; a serenade from wrens and cardinals, adding to the ambience. The bird bath seems to be a meeting place for avian to play.
feathered ones gather
in maples they alight ~
warbler's sonata
Sunlight kisses lush petals of lavender and hyacinth, as a zephyr breeze stirs their sweet perfume. I am enrapt at the sight of such splendor. Tea roses have budded, and will soon open velvet petals to line my cobblestone walkway. Hummingbirds are visiting morning glory and tulips. What a delightful Spring morning!
garden awash
with resurgence of life ~
spring symbiosis
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March 22, 2021
Springtime Haibun Contest
Sponsored by: M. L. Kiser
Staircases of lost trails
of thoughts in the ancient
recesses, nooks and corners,
in the half-drawn zebra-crossings,
and anomalies of lives
that intersect to deviate
into the realms of not knowing,
in the half-empty shops
that sell enchantment,
in the giant-bridge that overlooks
a breathless flow of an uncanny water
that connects parallel dreamy lands
of unyielding mysteries,
in those rooms of blue benches
and dusts of hasty chalk-throws,
or grounds of emerald
bathed in a sublime light
of a morning sun of my ancient days,
in the scribbles that remain
in the pages of my unforgiving memory,
in the beats of dhak, the wilderness
of my mythical joy, of colors,
of countless harmonics,
and the fairy-tale comeback of
an endearing goddess,
everytime,
in the fierce flow of roaring crowd
and that quaint bookstore on my
favorite pavement,
in farewells of people
who meet perchance in the alleys
of rusty, frantic mayhem
before they get lost in everyday,
in the forsaken poem
of vivid insurgence,
in smiles of conjoined thoughts,
in sudden storms of noetics,
in the falling for, in
the collision of asteroid-like souls
that collapse into a fierce,
maddening story, in the
growing-apart of those
half-made story-pieces
that flow away with
the winds of merciless change,
in the whimpering of thrown-away
worlds, and tinkling of chimes
on the window of longing-----
O my lovelorn city, how are you?
Written: June 21, 2023
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The days of greatness, sun, and red rays
At one time, I held you dear in the idyllic blaze.
Across the skies, these colors used to be mine.
From dusk to dawn, nature puts on a vivid shine.
Under the blue, above the emerald green,
I danced and twirled in a world unseen.
My wings were dotted with chains of dawn dew.
A solstice haze, a shimmering debut
When I was young, I sowed my roots in stone.
A silent strength, a presence all my own,
I flourished and grew, reaching for the skies.
Unyielding and fierce, with fire in my eyes.
But alas, the cruel hands of time took hold.
And my vibrant spirit began to unfold.
I withered and faded; my flames grew dim.
The Phoenix within me succumbed to the whim.
I died, but not in vain, for deep within,
A spark remained, waiting to spin.
A rebirth, a resurgence, a chance to rise once more,
In Spring embrace, on wings of fire, I'll soar.
From ashes, I will emerge, renewed and strong.
A symbol of resilience, a triumphant song,
The Phoenix inside wakes up with a mighty roar.
Igniting the skies with its radiant glow
With each beat of its wings, the world is reborn.
The days of glory once again adorn
Sun and ruby rays adorn the heavens above.
A testament to the power of love.
The Phoenix rebirth is breathtaking.
A story of reconciliation that kept shaking.
Even in darkness, there's always a spark.
A flicker of hope that ignites the dark
So let the days of greatness, sun, and red rays.
Illuminate our paths in a vibrant display,
For beneath the blue, above the green,
The Phoenix rises, a majestic scene.
I have eyeballs on rivals
to tear them from titles
push them to survival
for now's my time to thrive tall
replicating the idols
with my wired alive force
answer destiny's call
I'll live desperate no more
fresh with my core filled with fuel
skill pour sick of this stall
now to glide from the crawl
out of the Hell I endure
I'm most assuredly sure
I will rise from the fall
reach for prizes and soar
dead certain winner of war
Revive The Trim Trimmer show
With phenomenal flow
Not no go or so-so
oh no I'll show flow woah woah
High and low like a yo-yo,
smooth rhythm knock out blows
tick tock tick tock explode
If you don’t know now you know
not these awful corny rows
bring bringer of no hope
for The Trim Trimmer show
will win with win winner flow
Livid resurgence of the titanic, overshadowing a civilization.
Vivisection of a kingdom enveloping.
Oppressing destruction, death of a grandeur scale warms its heart.
Living under a hindering moon burrows deeper into his soul
A sudden burden of flipping turns him into a fraction /
Action of correction in your cranium needs traction /
Bad habits all erratic need retracted to leave the bad flabbergasted /
Dad’s had it with blabber half gassed /
Mom’s at fits with the sadder last cast /
It’s time to rebuild your gasket close the guilt and accept that past /
With loss of balance he’ll tilt a step and the other he’ll sway /
No scoffs as God grants built pep for him to innovate and crave /
Show restraints in that trot trance and let go to win a place /
Hope remains and trains to not dance against fate /
Cope complaints and aims of the banes with faith to renovate their games /
Don’t sift pains just cuff and cell those demons away for gains /
Life rift and experience creates a hell of a wince and some grimace /
But with the premise immense like an overwhelming radiance /
Lift a new obedience followed by some grievance /
Don’t review old rants allow width to come into your presence /
Father lends many ladies and gents new grief vents or pressed sense /
Plenty a second chance as a new ordinance /
Such reverence protects and proves an alliance with resurgence
Urgence of a Resurgence
We need recurrence,
And ergence of resurgence;
Brains that are thinking.
Jim Horn
Urgence and Resurgence
and Consequence
Now how am I supposed to write
a limerick using these three words?
This should be quite a challenge.
Here goes. Just heard resurgence
in news and it inspired me to
write this poem.
Urinary infections may cause an urgence;
(Just guessing.)
And results could be a possible resurgence
Have to be careful wherever I go,
So I am able to maintain the flow
Or eventually have to suffer the consequence.
Wow. That was quite a challenge.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
A tumultuous time came unushered in my life
Writhing in the crushing clutch of agony
My heart broke and bled in pining pain
Found no embracing arms of solace.
In the tempestuous sea of suffering at night
I tried to sail my wrecked ship to the shore
Someone within told me to endeavor detached
And see hope rises like the sun with a new dawn.
I mended the broken heart, it turned into a bird
Flying away free over the sunburst thicket canopy
To the valley of flowers soaking the sparkle of spring
Under the azure sky emerging from the gloom of grey.
In the ethereal grandeur of resurgence I sensed
The essence of existence opens the petals of bliss
Ornate ecstasy then started to embellish
With flamboyant fervor my resurrected soul.
August 17, 2021
Contest : Broken
Sponsor : Craig Cornish
Burning tears force their way
out of my reddened eyes,
those portals to this aggrieved soul.
Without end they flow,
falling freely down to the ground,
on these steps where this
broken shell of a man lies,
leaking stray pain.
They leave their wet marks
on this cold concrete,
spots of damp presenting
short-lived evidence of my torment.
I thought I was over her,
over the memories,
over this.
And yet here I reside,
amid the reminiscences and revulsion,
crippled and lame.
What is there to do?
What remains, when what once was
your reason for being, your goal,
your whole life,
lies in peaceful bliss, miles away,
without you?
All I ever wanted,
all I ever needed,
all there ever was,
was so close, so tantalizingly near,
and then fled from my side
at the first sign of the storm,
ran when reality knocked at the door.
She made me feel whole.
Complete; alive; needed.
Loved.
Then she walked out,
proved it all a lie.
I want these memories gone.
I want my happiness back.
What to do,
when you don't matter;
in her eyes or yours.
Are dreams shall not be torn to pieces
Hope will not fade away or wither
Repair the fragments of are broken light
Bring forth a strategic push of relief
Slice the strings of the draining struggle
This still burns, we embody the essence of the sword
Becoming conquers, free are lands
Tear down the enemy walls
Take no prisoners and destroy their heritage
For every one of are solders that have fallen
Order shall bestowed until we dominate
No mercy, just the glory of winning the battle
We must free are selves from the serpent’s coils
Saving are future from a torturous world
They were photographs of younger days
protected from dust in a shoe box,
sense my trepidation opening it;
impatience fustrates, anxiety overwhelms,
lifting the untaped top is a paradox...
have the pictures remained intact?
There must been a hundreds of them or less,
so dustless and neately packed and held together
by a yellow ribbon I bought for a returning soldier
who never got to see it wrapped around the maple tree;
what made me decide to open it with cautiousness?
Did I think that opening it, all memories would flee?
To my surprise it turned out to be quite the opposite,
as I untied the stiff ribbon, the resurgence of images began:
faces with youthful smiles reawakened moments of a lifetime,
that ended up into oblivion for reasons I can't explain!
Now, they are hanging on the hallway wall painted in green,
I've plans to perserve them and display them in a museum
to attract and amuse keen visitors with their momentum;
I'm glad that I saved them from deterioration and been seen.
In the depths of loss, I found my core,
A shattered soul seeking solace's embrace,
Through grief's veil, I began to trace
The path to healing, to restore.
With every step, strength was regained,
Like a phoenix rising from ashes' bed,
I learned to mend the wounds that bled,
Embracing life, scars unfeigned.
Though shadows lingered, I sought the light,
A beacon of hope amidst despair,
To lift me from the depths of sorrow's lair,
And guide me through the darkest night.
In memories cherished, love found its place,
A balm for wounds that time can't erase,
Through tears and laughter, I reclaim my space,
A resilient heart, forever encased.
With each sunrise, a new day unfolds,
And I find strength in the stories untold,
For in recovering from loss, I've grown bold,
Transforming pain into a tale yet to be told.
resurgence of food
tomatoes from garden....
September's cucumbers
fruit flies fully alive now
outside and in, traps refreshed