Best Rework Poems

When I gaze far off into the night sky
The chaos is not pleasing to the eye.
Seems there was never an overall plan
When the beginning of time began.

I don’t mean to sound so high and mighty
But the stuff up there’s not very tidy.
Yes, there are luminous...

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All gift's delivered

Some few still under the tree,

Voices filled with thanks!

Children jumping with glee...

Now we sit and sigh

Making plans for the 4th of July,

And Valentine's day

Easter, 

and so many more

In celebration of something,

Another Birthday for someone we adore...

There is money to be spent,

In spite of...

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Time is a consumer of
lives and souls and thoughts and love
The world that once turned yesterday
has forever gone away

Was it not good, what used to be?
Was it not sweet for you and me?
Remnants of the golden past
bring tears for times that couldn't last

Photographs are sweet...

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As Dawn Weeps Its New Fall

To the old fallen barn 
where fine horses once stayed
Life spins its never ending yarn
through an old vanishing parade.

Within your rotting boards
termites eat long dead trees
Life existing in massive hordes
busy as busy honey bees.

Empty stalls, once held more
now upon wide...

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Yesterday I had a short circuit
So, I just had to go sit back
And just rework it

Been writing for more
Than a week a half

Boy this download did come real fast
Yeah with the music
Man it was blast

I then had a quick reload
And hear
Clear beyond sound of one's...

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"Pluto’s Dark Abode" 

they say you can feel her 
walking through you 
it only happens when 
the frost and mist is about 
where hidden wild things 
watch but make 
themselves heard
in the half light 
they sum you up

they are found
in darkness

they say if you stop...

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Many times when I would here a song, I would get an almost joyful longing, but I could never pinpoint the moment in my past that I wished for so deeply.

I would feel a certain peaceful joy, hovering just beyond my reach.

And as I stared...

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Speech therapy is awesome work
Steering communication rework
Brings many smiles
No more sighs
Strong oral motor skills
Gone are the food spills
Strengthens comprehension
Expands expression
Augments articulation
Helps word precision
Checks stammer
Eases clutter
Hones voice
Gives poise
Clear accent
Wins you compliment
Better pragmatics
Impressive social dynamics
Thanks to Speech therapy
One is made Happy


 - Giridhar Ghodkar
   Speech-language...

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A Terrible Day at the Office

By Elton Camp

Robert awoke feeling really fine
Soon, at work, he’d toe the line

Traffic was very heavy that day
“You’re late,” the boss did say

In his cubicle Robert took a seat
The office had but little heat

He found more reason to frown
His computer...

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you can write a billion lines
you can play a million songs
you can film ten-thousand hours
and never right a single wrong

you can feed a ravenous crowd
biscuits with salmon to replete
overflowing cornucopias endowed
and fill silos brimming with wheat

you can sole the bruised up feet
and clothe the bare-backed...

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Could our verity be any unique?
Whenever the twenty-first century is antique,
Links are the best way to deal with everything
When even the pencils will betide self-replicating,

The whole would be vastly improved
And, the fortune of the rich would be approved
Would remove those in requisite thoroughly
There will be...

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REWORKED     27 OCT 2017

I'm sorry  I'm reposting this, I had to rework it for better meaning continuity and flow of speech.


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Time pulls life by its hand 
and she's gliding along, 
to see, to sense to enjoy, 
proliferates with pride,
but..... it's...

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Whenever our worlds collide
                        I nolonger feel so absoleat 
            ...

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To watch the dark, and twinkling skies,
Brings joy and love, to my curious eyes.
To think of where we are today,
It sends my interested mind away.

To a place where thoughts and dreams come true,
To a place where all the planets are blue,
And green and round and...

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I leaf through a notebook,
re-reading old poems.
I cringe at the childishness,
the bare, colliding words.
"Unsalvageable",
 I think to myself.
Better to bury them quickly,
before they try to get out.
New poems must be written;
the old cannot be saved.
Or can they?
Can I perhaps rework them,
reshape them into something new?
Could...

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