Redo Poems - Poems about Redo

What would I tell my 19-year-old self? At nineteen, standing at the cliff's edge, News hit me hard, a storm in my head. Reached out for a lifeline, asked, "Which way to tread?" They said, "Return to your roots, keep it simple, don't dread." Reflecting back on those days of rain, Didn't know the dance, the length of pain’s reign. Empty pockets,...

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"What Ifs" and "redos" blind me from what I should to be doing Maybe I should buy glasses...

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Reluctant Rogue Redo? By Mark Stucky If Jonah, reluctant rogue of a prophet, had desired to visit Ninevah, instead of fleeing the other direction, how different would his story have been? More succinct but less interesting? No stormy maritime mishap? No hard-to-swallow fish story? No prayer in the belly of the beast? Just marching through streets, preaching his pithy prediction? Would Ninevah still have repented? Or did the...

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A fisherman hooked him a croc inside it was a ticking clock The fisherman took out a jar of Peter Pan,* said - 'Here you are' The croc did thank the fisherman as they sailed the sea to 'Never-Land' ________________________________ *Peanut Butter, of course......

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Limited to one change in my past. Tricky idea There are so many mistakes I would like to correct. Wait! Here is the one that started me on my life of crime. The day I yelled NO in a mean, loud way to my teacher. And she made me sit in the alcove for an hour wearing a dunce cap So...

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When I was young I cleaned my socks One got knocked off while making merry One got lost at the Happy laundry or mat Somewhere between the bleach and spin recycling It went missing between innocence and drying Stop is not a word most understood by laundry aficionados Like good old souls that get tossed and turned to slow Rolled...

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Alone in my room, with the lights dimmed low, I put my pen to the paper and then I begin Visions of chaos, I see. Screaming, crying, hands pushing papers off the desk, my mind doesn’t rest The video replays of our last moments together when I close my eyes and my hand writes my flows...

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If I could go back, and knew what I know, I’d change a few things, and shake up the flow. I might go to class, be where I should be, Say and wear what I wish, And only be me. Ignore the ignorant, hold dearest friends close, Respect authority, never stick up my nose. Have love and compassion, a watchful mind, Keep ears wide open, and always be kind. Harbor a...

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Redo Can you see it down the line? Did you know it was mine? Did you for see it all? Did you stumble or did you fall? Don't lie to me. Don't pretend so I'll believe. I thought you were better than that. I guess I misread your Army clothes and hat. Would you care if you had to? Or would you really want to? Would...

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Don't speak--- just read. Take captive the thoughts you ought to heed. Imagine them d r o p p i n g from your mind. Take them back--- Press rewind. Oops,...

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Roman warrior, helm of gold Skin of alabaster, spirit bold Warrior eyes, as green as Fae Fighting through battle to live another day. Sunset hair, trailing Apollo's ride Curved words, with her tongue she can slice Healing hands, with each step she brings life...

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So I was in your mind today, Then you all day stayed in mine And nothing in there did dismay My dream to make you once again My beloved valentine....

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I smell summer in the air humidity fumes reflecting off dusty windows. Thanks Sharon for pointing out lines 1/2 in a fibonacci are both only one syllable. Doesn't read as dramatic but it works ... smile ... ************ for Brian Strand's contest ******************...

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