Retool Poems - Poems about Retool

...There was a sickly tree In a barren clearing In a burning country On a mourning day. A wild crown of branches Haloed by concentric rings; A rising wave of spires and spindles lash......Read the rest...

...We asked her to sing at a certain range. What she had been used to was changing the tempo to recreate the song: but we hired her with instructions. We had to retool her gifts. We hired a training......Read the rest...

...It's weird and sometimes wild living with a non-LeftBrain verbal dominant aspiring child, now young adult I find myself waiting for him to nonverbally connect and correct me about my patria......Read the rest...

...Even when you've done your best, you feel less, thinking that you can never win at any level. Forget about your many failures way back then. Today is your day, but you must be all in. It'......Read the rest...

...Changing directions doesn't mean that you have changed your mind Do not accept a "No" until you have heard it again and again You feel 'less' in everything, thinking you'll never win That's the......Read the rest...

...I'm torn between the sinfulness of my intentions and my enduring innocence Each derive pleasure from my wavering stints, An opening window invites a seal pregnant with a lost soul Inviti......Read the rest...

...Five hours on most mornings in a church Seeking for shelter From listless life that left me in the lurch Which deprivation couldn’t alter Despite the fervent wish In my mind Entertained in a ......Read the rest...

...Hep me, as ama dope Heal me, as ama infirm Free me, as ama shackled See me, as ama mirra Clothe me, as ama barenekkid Galvanize me, as ama stubborn lak ‘crete Betroth me, as ama sangle and goat......Read the rest...

...To all the "QUEEN'S" women and all the "QUEEN'S" men: Why don't you let the "QUEEN" fight her own battle! Contrary to what you have seen, I don't like being mean, But my words will leave all of yo......Read the rest...

...Twickenham's green mead is silent now Carlos like a fallen steeple gathers dust That will not grow nor heed the plow Our ancient skill like dead machines rust From the distant shores that feed us......Read the rest...