Re Poems

INDIVIDUATION

The in-between heat of August is there
And here
For those of you who dare
To embrace the early signs of magic

Katydids clacking at dusk
To the moon’s silver fingers
Parting the leaves

Cicadas rattling like tambourines

I come across an eagle feather
Long black and brown
Wonder if it actually fell from a vulture
Either way I am protected

From what?
Yesterday and tomorrow

In the morning
A

the ending re-written

The Ending

The only tree left in the  whole world
was opening its leaves to welcome
the day to the survivors 
Among extinct animals
the Tasmanian tiger, beside the Hubro
They had been friends since 1936
There was no artificial light, and the stars
had paled as night became day
Humanity was missing; it had not made
The transition to a planet at peace
dropped heavy bombs

Re-shaped by Spinning Wheel Churning

Spinning to re-shape
on the lathe of misfortune
tools of memories
slice the old dead-wood away
shavings curling around feet

Round and round I go
ghostly hands remake my form
what I was, is gone
what I am, waits for pruning
severing grief from rough years

New clay on the wheel
trembling hands begin to mold
the shapeless mass pile
a new form slowly rises
shaped by daring, bold

Eighty four ar nai re bela

The day is done, the twilight shade is a soft caster on a world
Now, let us rush to the riverside to fill the pitcher until brimming to the fullest
the cadence and the cascade in chorus  , the sky at day break ,a longing
ahoy! They call me to the mundane, a boulevard  and the

Re: Re: Re: Re: Me Across the Pond

I had to change 
email addresses. 
I couldn't keep up
with the alt accounts— 
ten helpings 
of the same subject.

you know they're automatic?
after you sign up 
you have to go to settings,
unenroll—
seems like too much.

I'd miss 
dopamine's dinner bell—
notifications.
Only to remember:
I was the commenter.

It's a rush
worth the risk— 
a chance, 
to re-visit myself,
dressed
in your jumper. 

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Re-sponsible Head

I'm Doing What 
I'm 'Post' To,
Up Here On 
Toppa' My
     'Poll.'

-Gray Squirrel 
06-13-2025

RE- POSTED - wallflower

word chosen: wallflower 17 Syllables. Checked HMS
Contest Name: MONOKLITTERATION Date Posted 30th May 2025
" I was not bitter by any means but I was surprised that this didn't even rate an honorable mention"  The Poet  ...For Screwed Xxi Current Poetry Contest Sponsored by Rob Carmack

 wilting wallflower with whimsical ways - watching waltzes

To strike and deliver'

I am as a hammer.' Weilded by God.' Upon the rockface of
False piety.' O're which human blood pours; in great floods.' In power i
Assail it.' With blows of great might.' I am come for this
Epoch..' at this deepest midnight'  I assault in this darkness every, twenty four hours.' The smoke from each
Impact echoes' deafening

CUPID ON RE-CALL

Who is that baby angel with a bow
Shooting arrows to and fro
Stinging men and women in the arm
Introducing them to luck and charm?

Love is definitely in the air
Look at Cupid flying there!
Heaven’s curio missing the archery
Cupid to sting not an artery!

Quick! Quick! Sound the alarm!
Fly and search the fields and barn!
Cupid’s missing and at large!
Meddling,

A Handful of Haiku re Butterflies

Blossom seems to rise
Spirals up to waiting branch
Ah! A butterfly

Whirlwind rushes by
Swirling flashes snowy white
Butterflies dancing

Don your party wings
Come to the Butterfly Ball
Dance now winter's gone

Total re-call'

Oh my people..We did sleep.'
Through our golden epochs; it makes me weep'
The spirit of Australia..You must call it back.!
From the now be-knighted (w e f 's) barren track'
We took their worst' (yet we play for keeps') we must'
Now let us stand united; and bury them deep.'

Bipul Torongo Re -Tagoreweb

Tempest foamy waves ahoy!
            Tempest foamy waves ahoy, Tempest foamy waves ahoy!
Churning the entropy of the unwholesome sky, ricocheting a greet of the everlasting eternally
a glow to enlighten, to pace in unbending, muse and her seven clues!
hence forth, cradling my cosmic lantern, the sun

Re-cognition

On an as is where is basis, let’s accept
ourself as consciousness as this body-mind,
recognising we’re limited and inept,
floundering about through life, as do the blind,
fears and desires unable to intercept,
yet hope that truth of our soul will be divined.
It’s clear we need to slow down the flow of thought,
if we wish to transcend mind and

Weight Pile

Walked into prison young and small/
What I lacked in size, I made up in toughness/
Even that's not enough, these dudes are huge/
I hit the weight pile, tied up my shoes to choose/
What should I do, take a jog or walk a while/
I seen some dudes lined up at the weight pile/
Hitting that iron, getting swole

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