Reenter Poems | Examples

Musings

A shuffle of leaves
in a childs dream
The illusion is in believing
The scorched Moon prevacarates

Hope is its own ignition
(like splitting the atom)
Restless winter music plays
musing in the air

Welcome back our tales
As they reenter the foray
warming our hearts
over bare windows

Point

The disgruntled mess of a boy slumped over his diary
——————experiment 4—————————

If you are reading this I might be dead
So as far as I can see
I seem to aging at a normal
It seems to degrade at dusk or dawn
Time seems to catch up on itself
Don’t use time lord as a description too who’y
I can stop time
It’s weird I seem to have free motion in it
Stopper I guess we could put that in the maybe pile
On experiment 2 we did have Weird Position day
So get serious
My movements seem to cause ripples
The emirate from initial stop but then cease why
I reenter usual time
We could call it unusual time
I seemed to have stopped dreaming
but feeling refreshed
Vitals seem good
Height and weight unchanged
Reflexes within normal ranges
The scar on my legs seems to continue to disappear
Might be some kind of countdown
Need to ration with experiment usage….

He slid his hand across his book strewn desk
His fingers grasping a cold can

-I can stop time he laughed at the empty room

The drip on its side no longer drops….

Point

The disgruntled mess of a boy slumped over his diary
——————experiment 4—————————

If you are reading this I might be dead
So as far as I can see
I seem to aging at a normal
It seems to degrade at dusk or dawn
Time seems to catch up on itself
Don’t use time lord as a description too who’y
I can stop time
It’s weird I seem to have free motion in it
Stopper I guess we could put that in the maybe pile
On experiment 2 we did have Weird Position day
So get serious
My movements seem to cause ripples
The emirate from initial stop but then cease why
I reenter usual time
We could call it unusual time
I seemed to have stopped dreaming
but feeling refreshed
Vitals seem good
Height and weight unchanged
Reflexes within normal ranges
The scar on my legs seems to continue to disappear
Might be some kind of countdown
Need to ration with experiment usage….

He slid his hand across his book strewn desk
His fingers grasping a cold can

-I can stop time he laughed at the empty room

The drip on its side no longer drops….

No Escape

Poet’s sleep
with their memories
to hate or to love
Voices unanswered
the night’s
turtledove
Darkness remembers
what daylight
forgets
As dreamers
reenter
— what twilight begets

(Dreamsleep: April, 2018)

People, Places, and Things

I've seen you move with fire
Your spirit all aglow
You sang and wrote poems all winter,
New life you did reenter.

Faith had found you
You were like morning dew.

The reservoir you jogged
The Hudson where you biked,
Those were your spot of healing
Your place of worship appealing.

faith had found you
You were like morning dew.

And then you disappeared
That devil's jealous heart,
Just kept coming after you
As life and death, you reviewed.

Faith had never left you
You were like morning dew.

So! if one's inner limp dims,
And no one seem to care,
Seek out your spot of healing
Your place of worship appealing.

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How Cyber Dating Should Work

cyber dating
this is how it should work
you see a guy you like
you touch the screen
clicking yes
put in your credit card number
the guy pops out of the screen into your living room
caution: don’t do this in your bedroom!
you talk to him for two hours
bam!
he pops back into the screen
unless you reenter your credit card number
no fuss, no muss, no hurt feelings

No Matter What You Say

no matter what you  
say to the contrary you
will always keep on giving 
me renewed opportunities 
to reenter your world even 
if they are very sort lived 
the chance always exists 
even when it may not appear 
to be so to the untrained naked 
eye of a passer by the chance 
still exists and will continue to 
exist through the knowing eye
of the two of us

White Rice

White is for rice and brides - ready to commit.
White’s for ghosts and clouds or even carnations
but it should never, ever, be used for privilege
or worse yet, as poetic inspiration. 

I’ve been waiting for the urge to write
while facing an ugly screen of white. 
Waiting for the vowels to fall into place, 
for words to congeal and finally displace
the awful, foreboding, blank white space.

Learning is our struggle, our crown of thorns. 
The more we study and prepare for fall, 
the more excited I get to reenter those halls. 
34 days until classes start. For fall weather, 
and the bee hum of crowded life in the dorms.

My roommates and I are like a single, nameless thing 
- an emolument that happens to have 6 heads.
We’ve beaten the freshman “imposter syndrome,”
and we’re ready to bring sophomore year home -
together - no muss, no fuss - I love that for us.

Ardhnarishwar

Omnipresent spirit
Humming with potential
Energised as the kundalini 
Chooses to complete the loop
Thus rising along spine to crown
Continuing further dipping to third eye
Allowing time for triangulation stabilisation
As Sahasrara, Ajna and Anahata synchronise
Initiating entwinement of wisdom and love
Whereupon soma trickles to the navel
Invoking Rudra’s warrior potency
That love, wisdom and power
Reenter domain of Brahma
Holding erect energies
At the root chakra

17-January-2022

What I Wish I Could Unknow

I wish to forget what led me to this beautiful promise within.

But every time I feel my wishes weave into my life. 

I feel a fluttering of that horrible place.

And my sorrow tries to trail ahead. 

I must learn to treasure those hopeless days. 

That corrupted my instinct. 

If I had to testify…

I would reenter a void. 

Like the flood of shadows in the night.

In the Shadow of a Moon Shadow

In the Shadow of a Moon Shadow
David J Walker

Just yesterday
I was able to reenter the room 
We shared in the barracks overlooking
Ansbach

Like a casual thief in the middle of the day
Taking my time, strolling through the past
As if I belong there now

No one saw and I touched nothing as the 
Intangible apparition in a place that can
Exist only in another time in layered
Memories that lasted until 
The end of the song

In the shadow of a
Moon Shadow 
Then gone

Once Encumbered

Once Encumbered
Written: by Miracle Man
September 10, 2020

No longer encumbered with the burden of sin,
and no wish to reenter the life that had been.
There was Heaven to gain and also Hell to shun,
and a place at His table when life's race is run.

God's plan of salvation was His supreme proffer,
the life I'd been living had nothing to offer.
God had struck the match that set my fields on fire,
that reborn experience gave me new desire.

Flickering Awareness

Measure of our strength and stability is the time taken by us to reenter blissful silence & stillness after momentary attention oscillation arising from delusional identification with maya borne illusion. 

We are as we choose
Where lies our priority
Stillness speaks softly

14-August-2020

Samadhi

Nothing else but pure consciousness 
With a singular is-ness of blissfulness 
No time or space or body or mind
Every aspect of i-dentity left behind
Singularity in Absoluteness 
Unqualified fullness of being-ness

Mind-body vaporised, how do we then return
We transform becoming bliss on this sojourn
Not as separate identity experiencing 
Actually transmuting by so becoming
The truth is we ourselves cannot reenter our body
A divine power steers us back so we breath easy

No translation of this transcendence seems possible
Being a transitioning beyond thoughts analytical
We affirm it as a singular energy field true oneness
Beyond void or manifestation interconnectedness 
Here there is neither space nor time nor any measure
Nothing else save consciousness in blissful rapture

30-July-2020

The Backslider

The Backslider
By: Tom Wright
2/17/99

Do you follow a path
encumbered with weeds?
have they seemingly appeared
from your planted seeds?

Are the tracks you once followed
now faint and dim?
Becoming tracks of the world
and no longer of Him?

Does some inner longing
tell you "reset your course"?
Have you so soon forgotten
your power source?

Has your once robust witness
been choked out by tares?
Have you become complacent
and now caught in Satan's snares?

Though having strayed from the path
there is balm for your soul.
Christ, can clean and reenter
making you, once again, whole.

Following tracks of the world
has a significant cost.
Foremost, when your path ends
you'll be eternally lost.

Travel not the broad path
make your course the narrower way.
The path leading through the straight gate
to God, and Heaven someday.

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