Reenactment Poems - Poems about Reenactment

... Seldom now, but once popular, carnal Feast of Adam and Eve. A Christian tale, if you believe, spun, no doubt, by a gospeler. Late December, Mystery Play – downfall, the original sin......Read the rest...

...I wait with bated breath for... C. Cure T. Clarence The following crafted approximately midway into the administration of forty fifth president, whose crass, gutsy, lewd, repulsive yawping......Read the rest...

...The carriage arrived at the ball a few minutes fashionably late. Which was exactly what Fairy Godmother had hoped for. However, the carriage was empty. The door opened and no one appeared. Where ......Read the rest...

...After your butterfly alighted my dreams, I never forgot your kiss, You became the object of my vespers, The refuge for my injured toiling chest. I await your spectacle, your curtain call. Your......Read the rest...

...you raise your knee then stamp the foot down in a quick thrust as a mare in warning, snap your head back we lock eyes then meld in each other's arms we move together your hand upon my hip my ......Read the rest...

...You are a sustained landscape one that changes only when you smile or frown, a fermata, an endless note something akin to love strung-out, pulled thin until it vibrates at the same tone ......Read the rest...

...In my travels late one night upon a country road Across the fields and in the distance something surely glowed Perhaps a fire over there? Though I could smell no smoke 'Go and take a closer ......Read the rest...

...C. Cure T. Clarence Been making, (sans daily) regular appearance in the news oval hate gambling arrogance vis a vis spewing, shouting, and scathing rabidly foaming explos......Read the rest...

...Reenactment! Cocoa...passed it Caramel...sandwich To a night glow...hand picked '94 the year like recent Eye contact like the cliche say A toe burrowing spine squeegeeing seamstress Binding ou......Read the rest...

...I fester to receive, yet I believe in the Bacatros; What a fool, a buffoon, a famed court jester, Bacatros; The world laughs every so at me, me who am I the Je......Read the rest...

...For the longest time, I could not speak your name. I could not write it; I could not bear to think it. I was angry. I was too young, too vulnerable, too powerless. There was no justice for m......Read the rest...

...Tambourines in the air, Whistles and bustles in a rhyme. In the house of Khloe, Melodies of the heart. A reenactment in the farm house of old rhythms. Gran......Read the rest...

...A teenager with the expressions of a middle age individual is the wonder-creating characteristic of its accelerating growth. Dwelling in a land not presented with natural gifts; it still b......Read the rest...

...For you my dear, of glistening gold and hues of blue, A mirage created by the constructs of feeble minds. Our ability to connect is truly frayed, a romance delayed, Short as the breath of s......Read the rest...

...though the two held in their extreme horniness, there was no hiding that look in their eyes---that one where the want to tear off the clothes of said hot body was one which brought them carnally ba......Read the rest...