Short Reinvents Poems
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The tension between
two disparate answers
Reinvents the question
—rebirthing the truth
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
think of bread if you come
and no false hopes
and no bad humor
and no long silences
and no sorrow
I would like reinvents itself
after a few glasses of wine
rain cleanses me
gives me a sense of newness
refheshes me, reinvents me,
creates a fresh path of being
I sit on my porch, feeling her power
thrilled when she sprinkles a bit on my face
like the phoenix
she rises through the ashes
waving her feathers
like the phoenix
she reinvents herself
taking prisoners
like the phoenix
her confidence is soaring
she worries not
Silently white snow falls
Covering the ground
in a pristine blanket
Purest white, luminous
in the night
Muffling the silence of the night
----------this way, my world
reinvents the fragrance of a song.
Sponsor; John Lawless
Did you dodge the bullet,
but not its intent
Is the ocean now calm,
as the storm reinvents
Have feelings rehardened,
with blood on the stone
Back to back with yourself,
—all escape you’ve disowned
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
the flaming light of our presence
radiates forth from our crown
all nodes within form align
in a stream of bliss we drown
the refrain of love renews the spark
that ignites our soul at its core
rapture reinvents radiance
wherein each pore becomes a door
Restless, pacing around the my room
The feeling is misunderstood
The laughter is overacted
This need has to be fulfilled
The acne for quietness
Is a necessity for luxury
The storm reinvents itself
Is somebody reaching out
Calmness, restoration of the imbalanced
The emotions are flowing in
The humanity is praised
This need has to be fulfilled
I watched a lone frill -
flitter 'neath a crescent moon.
A chasse quite brief;
a waltz concluding too soon.
Dusk's nocturnal breath
whirls a foliferous heart.
A ron de jame leap
reinvents classical art.
The plume flits and floats
beyond a stilled rivulet -
one rebel osprey
escaping Swan Lake's ballet.
Tchaikovsky's cygni
are enchanted and enrapt;
as a chaste quill sleeps
'pon the brim of vesper's cap.
god muscles up
raw emotions bristle
neurons synapse and spark
she hesitates
learning to fly
the hair stands up
on the back of my
neck I shiver
remember to breath
learning to fly
her statue is as hard
as marble but she’s
as soft as vulerability
and so a woman
she’s learning to fly
with every day she
reinvents her future
she knows what she wants
she doesn’t hesitate
she’s learning to fly
Poetry's a tough business, you know
Each new poem reinvents the wheel
Staring at a blank page takes nerves of steel
'Rest on your laurels?' -- You'll have nothing to show
I've heard that writing poems is an escape
But why flee something easy to do
Like nuclear physics or perfecting Kung Fu
Let the scoffers try to get into 'poetry shape'
As for me, I'm off for a round of pre-poetry drills
~ So my pen is primed to deliver thrills and chills!