Re Poems - Poems about Re

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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1 If you are especially a hetero-sexual white male or female Christian and/or Conservative they will use: DEI, CRT and other illegal discrimination s' against you. You can also be Jewish and/or from the nation of Israel, or from another ...

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I'm Doing What I'm 'Post' To, Up Here On Toppa' My 'Poll.' -Gray Squirrel 06-13-2025...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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 ...

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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.'...

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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...

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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...

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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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What might be your perfect way to awake with joy and gratitude each morning within this new day old way of opportunity and mourning? This morning's epic re-awakening into Beloved Paradise opens health humored eyes to see a full bright winter moon shining through bedroomed windows greeting pale yellow dawn fading starlit sky of not quite night. To awake fully knowing I am more than tolerated trauma and...

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"A personal shout-out to our sponsors and their vapid articulations who made this message possible," ... by The Poet. Poets and poetesses ascribe to a greater call, in their endeavors to make their chosen path a cure-all from those who trivialize and minimize their virtuous field of poetry's righteous domain and their arduous measures to maintain...

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I woke in a pool of befuddlement was I still alive? or was this death? my heart was rapidly revolving as if I had run the Boston marathon. I felt discombobulated since that loud gasp when my soul reentered my body hitting my chest full on re-entry is difficult for us astral travelers....

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It is like I am falling in love with him all over again. I am dreaming of only him on a daily basis. I am slowly but surely re-establishing our love....

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