Preserving what's best in us
Is, Lord of Heaven
But to reanimate it
Child's born with spirit.
Merrier for that wild fire
Your home above then.
Brightest of loosed energy!
Earth's! Leapt playfully.
Honey, I bought a rose for you to prove that all things die
But even in death they live on that's why i bent my knee and smiled
you to remember
happier times
you to remember
happier times
Honey i wrote a note for you to prove I'm still alive
With a polaroid photo to bring memories to light
you to remember
happier times
you to remember
happier times
Honey don't cry
If else then
Live more life than I've lived
Tribute me with acts of true joy that money cannot give
Our laughter filled the air like the rainbows of little kids
Reanimate me through comedy the crucifix of your banes
We sang through our sorrows and laughed through our pains
And if you may remember me in lonesome silence and grief
There's a piece of me I've left in you to treasure and relive
Like recitations
"I need the money honey..."
I'm stalking the ground.
Treading the lines between,
half human and distorted frequency.
Slowly, I recede. I'm choked off from everything.
A distant recollection, an obligated memory.
I barely made out. Shadows of insecurity obscure my mind.
Fruition in a haze of lies. I'll reanimate. I'll tell myself anything.
I'm losing my soul, and it's the cost of everything.
If anything goes, then everything goes with me.
It's all my fault; that's what you said to me.
I'm losing my mind. A decomposing family tree.
I try to remember, I can't remember anything.
If that's what you want
Grab it
Hold the feeling
Clench that burning fireball
While you’re crashing through the ceiling
Bash your head into the wall
And show them
What you can do
While you hold it to the sky
When the abyss stares right back at you
You’ll just spit into their eye
They won’t take us now
They cannot win
Live like you’ve always been dead
Reanimate yourself
And then
You’ll see that you have never bled
Untouchable
A skin of stone
You’ll never see a crack
You and you
And you alone
You’ll take the world all back
Today’s the day
For them to pay
More than ever before
The impure
That never were
They’re here and waging war
The rose inside my heart
This petaled beast of love
Now tortures me.
For like the Little Prince
I favor her
with sunsets
Tend to her needs.
And yet
I taste the sting
Of loving’s thorns
While dreaming
Of long distant
Faded dawns.
For time has made me older
As she thrives
For changing seasons bring
Roses new life.
Reanimate
This rose
This love
within my heart.
//The Rose Inside My Heart Poetry Contest//
©3/23/23
Moments fly off and leave a trail
behind you like dust clouds.
Most settle somewhere
in the forgotten, become irretrievable,
no longer connected to your life.
Some survive and accumulate
on the sticky frame of what holds
you together, particles which,
by themselves, mean nothing,
but in number become the narrative
of your past.
Some find their way here,
arguing significance, others
bubble up as if defying gravity,
free of purpose, life's loose coin.
You spend much of your time
sorting through the odd collection,
arranging into orders
of magnitude, of pain, or joy
or how much they've shaped
who you are.
In the quiet still of evenings
when you are alone,
they seem to reanimate
and gorge like aphids
on the branches of your life.
Sleep is no refuge. They come back
in dreams dressed in different guises,
playing out the variations on a secret
fear or grind away trying to resolve
something you left
incomplete last week
or a lifetime ago. Each morning
as you come to, they rush in
to reassemble you, adding more,
and at the same time,
letting a little more of you go.
We are all made of verses
we are all magic... alchemy
we are pulsating vibrations
vivacious in inspirations
ethereal and passionate
with power to reanimate
and move the world in harmony
we came from the same source
of our enchanting mother,
Poetry.... !
Memory Moments
Held hands
Made plans
Life goal
Be bold
Life run
No pun
People know
Peep show
Year in
Year out
Century in
Century out
Kiss now
Milk that cow
Day
Night
Monstrous
Fright
Full Moon
Silver Spoon
Freeze
Wait
Now
Reanimate
Free
Verse
-or-
Vers
Libre
Never
Perverse
Not
Zebra
Beer
Glass
Broken
Glass
Idiot
Fool
Nasty
Pool
Polite now
Wonder how
President’s dream
Money scheme
Milky way
Bale hay
Shout out
Never pout
Wonder how
Bless now
Star night
Stage fright
Moose fight
Monster fright
Twilight
All right
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
October 5, 2021 (Short-Line Free Verse)
My hearts an open gate
so hurry don't be late
just ask me on a date
reanimate my fate
You got a real good trait
you always fill my plate
with chocolate after eight
My kisses are in wait
if you say yes, thats great
Its Valentine I'll bait
now Cupid you go straight
into my lovers gait
and hurry, don't be late .
Dark echoes of the past reverberate
In Mississippi voices filled with hate.
This morning nooses hanging from a tree
Remind us all of lynching history.
Some people claim great progress has been made
And racist attitudes, in time, will fade;
If this is true then why do people try
To resurrect the Old South's battle cry?
To say Jeff Davis was a patriot
Is simply vile and apoplectic rot.
He was a traitor to his very core
In spite of false heroic Southern lore.
The South was built upon the backs of slaves
Who found no freedom 'til they found their graves,
And those who try to sanitize this truth
Reanimate the hate of John Wilkes Booth.
As the spirit of Lazarus, I animate. Reanimate, from a bizarre slumber to a palpitate night air. Gulf winds intrusively herding heavy clouds like spirit cattle, bearing arcane riders of esoteric threat. Even the paunchy feline whom lays upon my window sill like a tapestry, raises his head in diagnostic concern. Search the meager commorancy. Search the garden. Search the street. Search the air I breathe. Search the sky. Question the felines. Interrogate my own consciousness like a paranoid constable, inquiring of a delict event to come, or that hath already come. No evidence. Only my own spent cigarette that nursed my uneasiness and succored this dark morning probe of delirium and aberration. And now, with one final breath, cessation. Quiescence.
Touch me
reanimate me
bring back
the memory of you
I hardly
ever remember you
the pain
of you
floating in
some remote
current of
my blood
I carry
the pain
of you
passing over
like a sea
that refuses
to give up
it's dead
I often grope
around me
trying on
your embrace
but I feel
no love
where you
once touched
I wish for
your hands
stroking my
physical aches
I search
for your
soul less sun
in restless sky
I remember
your face
like a flower
newly opened
resurrect me again
bring back
the night
of that day
when moments
were centuries
now an abyss
since you died
Red lights flashing
And my heart defaced
Fighting feelings I can’t describe
Tracing patterns within the rhyme
Out of empathy, out of time
Spiraling down the kitchen sink
Languishing in thoughts abated
Searching for a love
To reignite my spark
Stone faced and hard hearted
I know not from whence I came
Standing in an alleyway
With red lights flashing
Watching the dead reanimate
By a single tear of mine
By a solemn prayer lost in time.
Hope
A frail boat our life is in the middle
Of a tempestuous ocean,
An exotic blooming flower,
In an ever-burning desert,
A fruit-bearing tree, rooted,
At the heart of solid rock,
A delicate existence, surviving,
At the top of the Antarctic,
That is why constantly we are searching for:
A calm friendly harbor of understanding
To anchor,
Some precious drops of vivifying water
To quench our thirst,
A few priceless pounds of soil
To plant our hungry roots,
A sparkle of life-giving fire
To reanimate our frozen body,
And surprisingly,
We discover all these treasures
Hidden, in the depths of our indomitable soul,
In the form of ever-living Hope!
© Demetrios Trifaitis
30 November 2012
Into my mind, a muse is wont to slip.
Capriciously she comes to visit me.
She brings exotic wine that I might sip.
I then reanimate with poetry.
She glides on tiny noiseless slippered feet
to catch me unaware by night or day,
and swiftly I imbibe her liquid sweet,
for never do I know how long she’ll stay!
Too well I know before I’ve had my fill,
the drink shall be withdrawn. She’ll leave my head,
and when she’s fled, my brain grows cold and still.
I clutch the verses left me in her stead.
Forevermore, I pray, may I be graced
by her who bears the wine I long to taste.
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