Best Retells Poems

It is the night, in deepest dark, that death foretells
the demon heart in which all lonely feeling dwells.

Yet, in plain sight, our eyes can’t see what life impels,
emotion’s plea, our deepest sorrow love dispels.

Blind are caustic ink filled visions, all light repels,
like charred decisions, ash...

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Two-thousand twenty-one, scratching my head.
Let’s back up all the way up to January. Mom and Dad
working consistently to beat the ovarian cancer-monster.
Still the clink
   of anniversary cheers
      sixty-one years…woot…woot.
Thankful for that stellar moment!!!

February, the time of discuss. My...

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Each year, an evening bright as any star,
in song and verse retells the tale once more,
with homage paid to one man’s repertoire.
Humbling and uplifting, his thoughts restore 
our universal oneness, humankind 
across the globe, each with each entwined.

Our frailties, joys and sorrows understood,
with love and...

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Each year, an evening bright as any star, 
with song and verse retells the tale once more,
with homage paid to one man's repertoire.
Humbling and uplifting, his thoughts restore
our universal oneness, humankind
across the globe, each with each entwined.

Our frailties, joys and sorrows understood,
with love and pathos...

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Allergic species of alphabets causes itching in my mind,
Like rashes, lonely frail but gigantic when unite,

Words carrying meaning in accord with linked dialect,
Languages holding cultures but biased,

Such a biased word the SUN whenever screaming,
Compelling east to run for reverie when west is still dreaming,

One color...

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Four red-tipped petals
On each blossomed branch retells
His death til he comes....

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The rains have washed away
all the streets and uprooted the trees
while the grass stays covered with raindrops
making the water seep inside the shoe's skin
There is a mother who stands at her doorstep
She waits for her children to come back
cares and cleans their muddily drenched clothes
and...

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Once upon this time
I was listening to the Christian Fathers
retell traditional stories
of God's election and predestination.

Predestination
is like being born into royalty,
power,
privileges of humane Earth's regenerative grace.

Election is more democratic.
Selection based on God's vote for mercy,
apparently,
because one of these stories
is God's preferential option for the poor,
meaning...

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The old mans eyes lights up
As he retells the story of the hero
Who grew in his own village our village
Who was one of them grew with them

He tells of how the hero disagreed
With the colonial church and went on
To found the African independent church
Later on...

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Denouement

The plot thickens broadens in plastered confused juxtapositions
over time there and then weaves tapestries lost unfound caught

Viscous tears dried out shed rivers searching oases oceans of love
squeeze suffering hatred solid misconceptions scripted resolve 

Crocheted dreams unsnarled in disguise colour rainbows stain-bows
stain blows and arrows offer...

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THE VIOLET KINGDOM


purple spreads on a
flower bed in a child’s room
~ violets in bloom ~


ivy climbs the wall
surroundings of her kingdom
~ a barbie princess ~


the storyteller
retells a fair adventure
~ pages kiss good night ~


Kim Rodrigues © 2017...

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In the blinded moments,
Before the mist rises over the tumbling surf…
Blueness tempting awake my dreams,
A heartbeat from the flaming blaze,
Sunshine pouring through the clusters of 
Feathery clouds, like the breath of peace
Aroused from the falling dew, dripping
Over life, silencing the coolness – gentling
Each still, soft...

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FIRST FRUITS

In number small - God’s chosen men,
doth storm the earth with words and pen.
Strong tithe retells of glory reaped.
Offered first fruits of those who sleep.

We gather at the feast of weeks.
A golden wheat, the foremost peaks.
A symbol of the cross - not cheap.
Offered first...

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Pyramids hued in sand like granite,Egyptian
mummies all wrapped from ages of habits!
In those days were not shotrages in
band-aids,History retells tales of kings
being waited on by servants and hand maids!
Royalty amid tribes of the desert ruled by
Cloepatra's reign,Her fleet sailed and was
manned by slaves at oars...

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Thanks God it's Friday!
Good time was spent in natural zoo
I calmly watched some of wild animals,
Birds, cats, monkeys ,and few more.. It was fantastic show
Full-moon gray baboon retells his old,  
Doing its best to catch up Funny Silia Little Crow
Sometimes smart sometimes fool
uses her...

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