Reincarnating Poems

Man Is Like The Grains Of Sand

Man is like the grains of sand,
in the hourglass of eternity.
Reincarnating with every turn of the glass,
continually changing while staying the same.

The same eternal energy,
moving from one location
in the eternal continuum.

It changes its appearance
by its intent and its purpose
 through its intelligence.

Thought of the day

reincarnating again and again 
revenge the refrain and desire the chain
cessation offers us release
with no demons left to appease
whence reclaiming light, our soul’s free from stain

Thought of the day

reincarnating again and again
desire the chain and revenge our refrain
cessation offers us release
whence with no demons to appease
reclaiming inner light, soul’s free from stain

Happy Dads Day

Forever you're gonna be my papa
Even if I no rich and I be palmwine tapper.
The joy you gave me by reincarnating
Is priceless and worth celebrating;

I knew you replaced yourself before you left
And even though I gleaned, I wept.
Table have turned and I am now your father,
And I shall love and guide you to the top of the ladder;

Alabi, amongst men you shall be a king,
Like a robin who amongst birds can sing
And amongst fathers I shall be a proud dad
To a son who in the life before was my dad;

Happy Dads day to us amazing men,
So sings my artful bamboo Pen.

I am Ayinde the lyrical genius!

I Wish Somebody Would'Ve Told Me

I wish somebody would’ve told me
Since reincarnating as a camel
It is not all it’s cracked up to be
Thought it would be fun to be this mammal

Since reincarnating as a camel
I’ve taken my fair share of lumps
Thought it would be fun to be this mammal
I spit too much and have these awkward humps

I’ve taken my fair share of lumps
It is not all it’s cracked up to be
I spit too much and have these awkward humps
I wish somebody would’ve told me

March 14, 2023
Pick-A-Title, Vol 35 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh

Old Wellsprings

From whence springs
eighteenth century wellsprings
of democratizing
healthy cooperative identity?

In that urgent time's revolutionary uniting States
too soon to celebrate
Independence Day
again
and patriarchally
again
and military-industrially
again
and corporately sponsored LeftBrain academically
again

Caught,
and soon virally aflame
in France
and other
older
conserving royalist
loyal feminized serf serves master estates,

Becoming now a marriage
of independent Fraternity
and interdependent Lady Liberty
repatriotic rematriation
of strong and flowing governance
of self and other,
ego and eco,
yang craves yin
for liberally, lavish health
and conserving disciplined safety
becoming more interdependent democracy
of sensory spiritual
and sensual natural 
EarthTribes,

Strong of communal therapeutic re-identifying,
not defying,
Flow of sensory free associations

For Loyal patriots
reincarnating
CoPassionate eco-matriarchs.

Healing Bodyminds

After Yang's struggle
suffering
seismic seizures

Dawn's Yin's peace
restoration
expansion
without grasping
even life v death

Before Yang's next struggle
suffering
seizure
battling ego's timeless absence

Like Left hemisphere's
embodied dominance,
shadow subject
of objective dreams

Then Right hemisphere's energy prominence,
bilateral compassion;

Yang's ego-natural body
reincarnating Yin's primordial
eco-spirited mind

Where polynomial 1
seizes 0
to make polypathic 1,
and not not reproducing polyphonic 0,
and every revolving 
spiraling
hypersuasive tipping point
in-between

HolyWinded Spirit's Earthly journeys--
Wealthiest introspection
for healthiest extraspection;
atomic images
becoming shivered waves.

To Be a Poet

TO BE A POET

I want to be a poet
To express what I feel,
And where my voice is revealed
In each letter and poem.

Inside of me
There is a world of nostalgia
Also of memories,
That can be heard,
Hoping someday
Be read and touch hearts.

I do not want to achieve glory.
Nor much less fame.
My mind has no room for that.
Sometime
I will see my dream come true.
To be a poet.

I want to be a poet,
To share what I feel,
In every thought and word.
And reach all corners of the world.

And that or those
That read this poem,
Will be watching on me
A portrait of a poet
Reincarnating through a pencil and paper
my mood:
Of a poet.

Poems' Immortality

Thoughts painted with words
Taken from a single well
They enter the sea
Boundless in definition,
Countless ways reincarnating

Meditating

not looking hearing or speaking
nailed by the side of the humming
naked ocean at the feet waving
beating crashing reincarnating
in every eternal moment
rampant rivers of love crescendoing
remnants of the flood of lust decelerating
rumble of the prayerful sea invigorating
rays the fragments of light softening
ceaselessly aware of the moment
driven by the sweetness of our destiny
castigating the rising desires of the flesh
we sat there silently back to the back
on the edge of the old sea bridge
closely scrutinising, waiting peacefully
for the new life in the
belly of a distant 
star

Primal Identity

EcoTherapy grows primal health and vigor identity,
we are only, 
and always, 
integrity's cooperative therapeutic potential
for peace.

All else creates fantasy,
disillusion, 
dissociation,
empty warrior myths,
dissonance. 

More resiliently resonant creation stories
unfold eco-cultural nutrients,
hidden within history's hard-bound 
revolutionary 
dipolar covers
engaging time's perennial regenesis

Recreating optimal EarthSoul identity 
dimming anthro-ego's dominance
reincarnating global resonance

As silence invites ringing waves 
of universally uniting rhythm
pattern
dual dark dance.

Echoes

Quaint bells of symphony,
swelling over
vast corridors of the mind
filming scenes from remote past
in kaleidoscopes of living colour
strumming..
with virtuosic intensity
on mind's tormented strings
reincarnating
exorcised demons
undressing
raw putrefying wounds
rusty hinges creaking noisily as
grating shovels on ice
skelenton closet swings eerily open
creatures baring hideous teeth
lay siege on my sanity
and haunt my sleep.

Humans

Life
                                            Lifeless, Breathless
                                    Crying, Dying, Reincarnating
                                        Tears,Hatred,Fun, Love
                               Hallucinating, Dreaming, Fantasizing
                                               Addicted, Crazy
                                                    Humans.

The Assassination of Love

Long ago love assassinated my heart, and my heart re-birthed,
reincarnating into a much stronger and healthier structure
and now love wants back in trying to force open the lock on my heart with a tarnished key
my heart says to love, " I want a nurturing love not once again to assassinate me

Brighten Up!

Growing towards our destiny to begin a new domain.
Reincarnating theories that brings us back again.
The never ending cycle,out where man may peer!
The heavenly oracles we shared in joys and fears!
The power that is abundant,the suns in our very self!
Showering eternal lights as other suns appear as well!

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