Short Regeneration Poems
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After the ash plume
In devastation surround
Regeneration
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Autumn leaves fall as i watch
Mesrmerized by their beauty
Blowing gently in the breeze
Embracing once again their
Regeneration in time
People fight with nature
They dig the ground for gems
For oil, for water, for shelter
For energy, for food, for life
And for regeneration.
Suburban farmers till the ground
With rotor-blades that spin around
Slicing clods in two.
Suburban Eden, lost—then found
Every Spring, anew.
Fertilization
Impression
Suppression
Repression
Depression
Sublimation
Illumination
Transformation
Celebration
Immolation
Hesitation
Fertilization...
Eagles fly
Minds soar
While Eagle flies
soaring off ahead
echoing upriver cries
to where s/he became
back before
Egged on
Eagles fly
Fertile minds soar...
prelude to rebirth
inspired by a single seed -
regeneration
a blackness now looms
funnelled vortex shows anger
nearer, we now wait
daylight to night-time
shadows of spewing debris
devastation rules
aftermath now in view
nuclear surround springs to mind
regeneration
warm heat radiates
baking the soft fertile soil
regeneration
casting bright shadows
over sphere covered earth's crust
illumination
the brightness of day
a stark contrast to the night
rays versus moon beams
Phyllis Babcock
Unguarded, from out that pit
For heart's place, capacious
Burn on up, Desiring's brood.
Winged vipers, rapacious.
There's luxury's diamond-backed
Skinned regeneration.
And lust, more horrid looking.
With reddish streaks thereon.
autumn leaves grounded
revealing tree skeletons -
nature recycles
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8 Nov 2020
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Yes let go cross the great abyss,
the last breath can be offered bliss,
adventure looms there in the mist,
spirit regeneration time,
your soaring spirit climbs,
rhapsody delish,
earthly woes decline,
eternal will of wisp.
Phantasm a flying.
Don Johnson
Sin-marred
Guilt-damaged
Broken I was…
Yet God repaired my life…
Renewed*!
Titus 3:5 Not by works of righteousness which we have done, but according to his mercy he saved us, by the washing of regeneration, and renewing of the Holy Ghost.
April 3, 2019
I feel disconnected getting mixed up and into quarrels.
I miss my girls.
I feel like I’m going out of my mind it’s outta this world.
I feel disconnected.
Everything within and around me is turning 360 testing.
trying to keep my head held high while keeping it down.
I’m disconnected yeah without a doubt.
"Regeneration 7"
The stories
like leaves
flew fast from
the Tree of Life
on each leaf
seeds dispersed
like memories
detaching, attaching
to others’ stories
breathing empathy
to walking dreams
the frisson shined
to still life
new life,
arrived;
regeneration
7
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Fast flowing rivers in spring
Diverting, shooting around rocks
Eroding banks along the shore line
Water moves, furious and icy cold
Rushing along at a hurried pace
Budding trees, cling to surrounding banks
Once barren, new life has sprung
New sprinkling of color among shades of green
Regrowth, regeneration, a new season arrives.
4/4/13
As water melts and seeps
arousing new growth
warmth penetrates the frozen soil
as new petals break ground
early spring is full of blossoms
looking for the warmth of sun
the misty morning dew hangs
heavily upon the ground
the chill of the evening
prevents fast growth
each year the process of regeneration
as winter turns to spring again.
Deserted and bleak,
Where mountains reach and rocks
Squat red and jagged,
The jumbles, the building blocks
Of a long-dead world.
Canyons plunge deep where
Fast flowing water
Eroded a channel there.
Now dead, dry, airless,
A Red Planet among the stars
Hopes for rebirth.
This is the Spirit of Mars
Waiting for help from Earth.
(Naga-uta)
My friend, my enemy,
the conductor of my strength,
the Judas of my weakness
how you tempt me
with narcoleptic rages
I weep under the guise
of regeneration
slipping through minutes,
through hours
unconsolably weary,
drawing deeper inside the empty,
a wounded solitaire
I surrender the fight
one nap at a time
I'm tired
so very tired...
Nature’s silent rhythm carries us
From the mean merchant’s mind
And the foul polluted air of the city
To a deep hidden valley of beauty
Cut into the earth’s crust
Into a veiled valley of virtue
Of invisible world spirits.
Where souls are re-planted
In the open cut of this wound
And growth again is divinely granted
In the moist and light filled sacred ground
The cycle they speak of
simmering regeneration
folded back upon itself
spinning graceful
behaving oddly like
repetitious Nature blindfolded
Yet transported to the present
in the past
treading mercy
Through the wheel like another
carriage return
mindful of Circadian limits
peering in a moment of
extrinsic reclassification
but all the while
sitting on the edge
of Home
"Blooming"
I think it’s distracting-
it soothes Her
the other says,
“poems,
are something alien”
to the one reading ;
yet, it soothes Her;
the world is wide open
in all of these moments,
like a split seedling,
somehow, taking all of it in
dying
regeneration
blooming;
rising
Candide Diderot. ‘25
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Unavoidable Mortal Sojourn
David J Walker
We come from a place of
Faded imaginations
Drifting in waves
In past shades of
A different sunlit afternoon
That bakes bronzed skin in
Tones of a next thanksgiving
We bow our heads in prayer and
Sinful humiliation
Expecting a regeneration
Of our own recondite youth
An embattled ineffable truth of
An unavoidable mortal sojourn
REGENERATION
Trees lose leaves then get new leaves
Flowers fade and come back in spring
The ocean evaporates and changes
To steam but then returns as rain
The rocks themselves are worn down
But reappear as sand and other rock
It’s sensible, logical, natural.
Is it so with us? Do we fade
And reappear as something else?
No one ever seems to know the answer
But it seems very likely for
It would be unnatural if it were not so.
magic of life
renewal continual
which no life form resists
except man trapped in mind
dwelling in delusions of grandeur
acknowledging not underlying reality
of God’s life force that enables existence
regeneration, change and transmutation
within form in a seamless continuum
is simply the breath of God Himself
signalling ego is but inert dust
made alive by Holy Spirit
God’s kinetic energy
held in the void