Short Re Entry Poems

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Happy Meal, For Fast Food Epulaeryu

I can't wait to unwrap it The tasty nuggets The smell, I gotta have it The greasy hot fries Box bursting with joy Oh my gosh Toy!
April 29th (re-entry)
Form: Epulaeryu


For a Glorious and Happy Epitaph

I wish when I leave,
that my fellows cover my soul
of flowers and prayers...
To be glorious
my re-entry into heaven...
And that my body
be covered by
rich soil and
fertilized, for what
succulent fruits can born... !

Premium Member Re Entry

I woke in a pool of befuddlement
was I still alive?
or was this death?

my heart was rapidly revolving
as if I had run the Boston marathon.

I felt discombobulated
since that loud gasp
when my soul reentered my body

hitting my chest full on
re-entry is difficult for us astral travelers.

Holy Grail

The sword in stone 
And holy grail
That knights and king's have ever sought 
Are chasened dreams 
Of mans great quest
For immortality and spirituality 
When all that ties the rope that binds
Us to god is taken up
In other stuff that leaves us empty
Like falling shuttle's upon re-entry
The holy grail is all around 
Has yet to be found

Older Still

older still is blue than green.

 born to late by the spin told doctor
whose cobweb logic holds a few 
 silk cocoon secrets.

re-entry of the womb...

 with a little scattered potters soil.

 seperation of all rooting 
tomorrows.

yet older still is the turnip fist than 
the bloody knuckle.

 scibbled names on rocks 
who cannot remember. 

yet older still is truth than reason..
Form:


Premium Member A Triolet For Kitty

Some thought they heard a lover's fight.

To save the woman, no one tried.

When she was struggling that night,

some thought they heard a lover's fight!

Some saw her stagger out of sight. . .

where stabbed, then raped, she later died.

Some thought they heard a lover's fight.

To save the woman, no one tried.


Written April 25, 2016 now a re-entry for the Being Invisible Contest of Skat
 For Picture #3: She was drowning, but nobody saw her struggle
Form: Triolet

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