Re Birth Poems - Poems about Re Birth

Birth

I'm buried with  child 

As I am the only child left behind
With no forthcoming 
Or night shadows
My pillows are soaked with prayers 
As my knees are pale of beliefs 
The strategy of enlightenment 
Gets to be grasped by the thin layers of faith

I am still becoming 
With nothing in hand 

But

A sharp narrative to

AMERICA REBORN

America was reborn, and it learned a lot of lessons, like not everyone wants to carry its flag. Some even want to burn the American flag and replace it with their flag. 
America was reborn, with lessons and blood and words that burned, making thoughts run like wildfire through the towns. It was kind of

Bloodlines

Bloodlines 

Family lineages relatives we call Elders, Uncles, Aunts, 
Cousins,  Brothers, Sisters. Bloodlines 

Inherited unspoken patterns of generational dysfunction. 

Did you Inherited any anxieties,  gossiping,  vexation?

Judgements creating cycles that's hard to escape from.

Transcends from kin to kin, a proportion of ancestors 
that are undisclosed prior to the present time.

Moreover the bloodlines inheritance

From The Workship Collection Joe My Belvoed Beau

My parents did not know  

About  Joe 

My beloved beau  

And what the maturing character did  

Making him a heroic paternal twit   

One day with spring in the air  

Did not have a care  

Joe  

My beloved beau 

Visited General Dollar  

Feeling the tightness to

The Poet's Vigil

In the quiet corners of his own mind,
he walks alone,
a poet whose pen drips with moonlight.

He counts the hours by the hum of his thoughts,
each one a lantern swinging in the wind.

A thinker —
he weighs the weight of names,
dreams of the laughter not yet born,
imagines a tiny hand curling around his own.

In solitude,
he builds worlds

Manifesting

From dusk to dusk, dawn to dawn,
My desires and dreams, they do spawn.
I manifest the earthly wealth
And call to me immortal health.

My joy and passion I call to thee,
Bring that of which that makes me, me.
I am one to love without measure,
And receive in gratitude human pleasure.

Confidence and strength overflowing in me,
I break through the

Coming and Going

                              Creating               
         

Unexplainable

Unexplainable 

Generations comes forth, Generations passing.

People acknowledging personal memoirs, 
Reflections with the truth, No assumptions.

Accommodations inexplicable,  unlike experiences. 

Delays of Mysteries are similar when a loved one
transcends  to another dimension they often see
things unexplainable that the breathing can't see or
explain. 

Whilst the Sun and Moon not only rises and sets
Non-existent is concealed. 

Rebirth:

Aspects of the Past

That which once was and can no longer be,
a vision once seen you can no longer see.
When described as a thought, a memory,
or a seed or seedling if it is a tree.
The beginning of something the world now calls me!

Morning

The clouds have opened their eyes wide
And all blackness wiped off the face of
The earth.
Night’s curtain has been drawn.
The rising birds in one single squadron
Halloo the world,
Winging and swinging through the
Broad lanes of the ceruleans.
I wake and tremble with the coldness of
Netted fishes;
My spirit stumbles upon fresh thresholds
Whiter with the dews of a prostrating day.
I

birth and death

Self in singularity 
lustrous and self-existent
polarises itself
to feel contrast
in fierce winds of duality 

a form is shaped
from the elements 
propelled by breath of God
mind and intellect 
with bliss rooted in heart

upon death Self exists form
the five sheaths dissolve
then if soul is desireless 
it too reunites in the Self
wherefrom it arose

however if soul has desires
that desires

Darkest day

A Story of Santosh that was entangled in grief
It was just another day, he thought 
He stepped out of the house with his family to return
Unaware of the danger awaiting at the accident spot
He and his wife, children went out jolly, talking about 
They got onto the bike and went for a ride as usual
Oh,

Before You Were Born

There must be 
an entry point
somewhere in the fabric 
of being, perhaps 
an unhealed 
wound in the bark 
of an ancient tree 
deep in a primordial 
forest or gouged 
in the cliff face
of a remote shoreline 
where southern ocean 
gales pound the continent, 
or somewhere quiet, 
unobtrusive, hidden 
from view in a corner 
of the

the will to war

The Will to War.

We are living in a difficult time for European  leaders
They are preparing us for a war that will go on forever
beneficial for the manufacturing industry
They don't want a real war, but need psychoses 
of war and steal our democracy 
people in the Nordic countries are asked to buy
food to reserve at home should a

Games and Life

                                    Games at the baby shower

              

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