Reclaimed Poems

Beauty Reclaimed Poem

I want a lived-in face—
a body that curves and stretches,
each line a crease carved by laughter,
grief, survival.

I love life etched into skin.
We are the narrators of our days,
our bodies the pages,
our faces the margins,
annotated by time.

We are art—
life’s sculptures—
one arm or two,
too thin, too wide.
What old lies we’ve swallowed
about beauty’s mould. 

Perfection?
That polished cage—
stitched with

Power Reclaimed

She's done sitting back 
and taking his abuse:
the physical, 
     the verbal, 
          the mental
               the psychological; 
Today is the day it all stops, period.
Oh, you better believe

Life Reclaimed

Man is predestined
to destroy his world
Consciously damning
‘free choice’ unfurled

An apex predator
upon himself
No rhyme or reason
or logic dealt

Self-destruction
his stock in trade
His nature foreign
to all else made

Killing his brothers
killing his sons
Shakespeare prescient
of what’s to come

Time irreverent
he never learns
What sets him free
his folly spurns

The clock is running
the hour late
His words now toxic
and filled with hate

And when it’s over
but

Magic Reclaimed

The power of one word
a sentence to shame
Whose meaning suborted
and magic reclaimed

Only one syllable
quiets the storm
Where poets can dream
—in beauty reborn

(The New Room: June 9, 2023)

Time Reclaimed

Reaching for the universe
 fate extends a hand
Shortcut to Andromeda
  route at its command

The speed of light exceeded
all flashes turn inside
To burn and bend eternal
where life no longer dies

Each star laid out before me
 whose orbits spin and weave
Their presence all revealing
what black holes can’t retrieve 

Inside there are no limits
or borders to constrain
The

Reclaimed By Nature

trees

upon

forest floor lie

underneath decaying

from yesteryear changing seasons

long past gleaned comforter of summers green

solace in soundlessness hollow,

nature's

home

6/22/2021

Santa Ana Reclaimed

Wildfires of fall bring us whirlwinds of flame.
Black-scape throughout, life’s survival or death?
Spring blooms of dogwood. Renewal sustained.

Santana stampedes, she’s wicked, untamed,
through canyons of ages. We hold our breath.
Wildfires of fall bring us whirlwinds of flame.

Now Dante’s hellhound of Hades renamed!
Desiccation abounds where there were fresh
spring blooms of dogwood. Renewal sustained.

What brought this on us,

That Sets the Spirit Free

That Sets the Spirit Free
David J Walker

Though unnamed
The final hour 
Has been framed

The same for thee
Reclaimed
For me

When we will watch
The world from 
That far of place

A time and space 
We not yet may see

Until the clock strikes
The hour
That sets the spirit free

My Past Reclaimed

I didn’t know it at the time,
but my misspent youth was planned

The training ground for what I’d write,
then hard to understand

The many schools, the teachers chides,
expulsions my reward

Postgraduate work for future truth,
all voices untoward

The risks were high, survival mined,
Shangi-La, a vagrant’s room

My pen disclaimed, all actions shamed,
flat broke one afternoon

From the diner’s window I heard

Spirit Reclaimed

Crossing Montana for the first time…
everything was changed

My heart no longer my own
—my spirit there reclaimed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

The Present Reclaimed

Escape in a Poem,
freedom unchained

Words come alive,
distant sirens renamed

Brevity conquers,
all urge to refrain

As magic unfolds
—the present reclaimed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

Prophecy Reclaimed

Alone with my thoughts,
  together in this moment

The light cast off its shadow
  —all prophecy reclaimed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

Reclaimed By Nature

Upon the forest floor lie
trees of yesteryear forced by
changing seasons long past gleaned
comforter of summers greened.

Nature doesn't bow to restraints 
devours walls with  an embrace.
Grace solace with no complaints, 
stretched tight among time and space.

5/28/2018

Its Present Reclaimed

My soul ancient,
  but my spirit new

The past a contrivance,
  the future untrue

My thoughts reborn,
  all feelings renamed

To christen this moment,
 —its present reclaimed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

The Present Reclaimed

Escape in a Poem,
—freedom unchained

Words now alive,
  seven sirens renamed

Brevity conquers,
  all urge to refrain

As magic unfolds,
—the present reclaimed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

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