Reconceived Poems - Poems about Reconceived

...For when life's journey ends, I'll at last die; and won't be sad (for I'll be old and glad) because I gave my very best reply to God by praising him though I went mad. Now, I pray dai......

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...through the lambent rain of memory secrets tumble under water locks of hair halo flowers coral blooms darkest deep purgatory pulls whispers of thread piercing skin weaving mind and body to......

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...Making love to my memory each tryst redefined Perfection recaptured reenvisioned sublime Forever unwavering all pain reconceived The future rekindled —my heart’s reverie (Dreamsleep: J......

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...Earth's green/blue healthy healing climate Some LeftBrain emergent verbal singers and dancers felt as resonant Gaian EarthMother health for rebirth re-connection reweaving Reconceived e......

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...And under the deep sorrow of my heart There is a deeper happiness beneath Though neither can be measured on a chart The sorrow in my breast cannot be taught But human beings each discover gr......

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...The original Independence declarations of the late 1700s were born from a West European colonizing and North American creolizing immigration wave knowing and exploring a God of EnLightenment, op......

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...How was school today? Fine. Did you learn anything important? Maybe. I'm not sure yet. Really? What are you considering? We talked about Howard Odum's natural trinity of altruism. ......

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...The organic building of a coordinated artist begins with reconstructing competitively clumsy LeftBrain technicians. Whether learning to play the piano or learning to communicate in some new lang......

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...That which is neutral, no big deal, normal, not noticed, enjoys an intimate mirror effect, behaves and misbehaves with the logic of eternity. Time steers virtually clockwise, eastern dawn t......

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...Like I single note played to perfection she sings my soul to life.. Every time I reminisce of the echoes’ that do play in my mind, like the melody of a sweet tune sang to a deaf man to have his ......

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...Knee-bones sunk in wet twilight soil, Welded hands in pagan prayer, Stones sacrificial once draped in blood And ghosts of what was slaughtered there. Hear the beseeching winds of time Carr......

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