Short Retrace Poems
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At the end of the day
I go back,
Travel the moments
Of my field-path-
Retrace the harvest
And seed
Placed as children
In eider cradles.
piercing the veil of space
our steps we retrace
back to the source
without use of force
immanent yet transcendent
head to toe bliss resplendent
They always threw my love at my face.
They always find someone new to replace.
They always left me alone to retrace.
They always made me feel out of place.
a wheel within a wheel i see,
return retrace eternity,
the faces in the mist agree,
that i should yet insist,
logic doth encrypt,
a life of adversity
Don Johnson
Love is nought to fear
Embrace to cocoon
Adoration to swoon
Joy to behold
Trust to hold
Devotion to embrace
Patience to retrace
Compassion to fall
Hope to all
These our love will pair
Write a poem,
type a poem,
read it through and post it,
take a break,
and then retrace,
and notice lots of spelling mistakes.
(Like the one I made in the title).
Remembrances that are unique
Each one crafts a life-harrowing story.
Maintain a firm grip on them.
Sustain them in your spirit forever.
Retrace your steps every so often.
How things in life feel so wasted on what need not be
Steps we retrace can never be placed in spots exactly
Not everything straightens just like we want it to be
If taking more than giving any life will become empty
calm down mind…
There is lot to handle…
Take time to decide,
plan your steps with hope
rather than fast shaky steps….
Make mistakes ,
Realize what u had missed in life…
Retrace your steps and try again and again …
When Sherlock Holmes is solving a case
the villains footsteps he must retrace
He's such an excellent sleuth
and will uncover the truth
his detection skills truly are ace!
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time dissolves when we breathe in grace
still as awareness self-aware
origins to God we retrace
as with bliss magnetism we pair
there is no doing done by us
we’re but a humble receptor
having chosen to board God’s bus
bliss piercing each body vector
"Here is rest; and privacy.
Floaty, straw-like grassed.
What hangs is, boughed and buzzed
Unearthly, of
Earth's own bloomed love".
Up on these warm currents of
Passionate longing
Retrace, in what are thought-steps
Dreaming, for her's
A daydreamer's.
clew
a thread
unraveled
it pulls me back
away from the scene
where I had done battle
other heroes are god-touched
their fathers' powers aiding them
sore and wounded ... I retrace my steps
the heartstring of my love will pull me through
With patience, in a concealed place,
in long grass, or a packing case
as unwary prey comes apace
never his footsteps to retrace
With cold eye, beady, dead in space,
Uncoiling with hypnotic grace,
Slow motion skin - an awful lace,
To silent earth, no sudden trace.
Forty years of bad road,
a path of broken glass
Potholed memories line my thoughts,
devil waiting fast
Daring me…
“Retrace your steps,
your quickest way back home
“Forty years of shattered dreams
—ahead the millers stone”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
I retrace my steps.
Yet for sure, I know I've lost the path.
Alone I stumble in the dark.
I awake lonely,
with no you to hold me.
My body,
drenched with desire.
My commonsense,
calling my heart a liar.
This flood destroying the woman I am.
All for the love of one man.
Form:
Forty years of bad road,
a path of broken glass
Potholed memories line my thoughts,
devil waiting fast
Daring me—“Retrace your steps,
your quickest way back home”
Forty years of shattered dreams,
—the future paved in stone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
invocations
not as desires
but as pulsations
heart silently aspires
echo as reverberations
manifesting as spirit’s fires
surfing the very edge of space
where linear time slows down
intent births a mist of grace
a calm in which we drown
beginnings we retrace
before touchdown
Natures gem solid
Cold, now taken in my hand
Her back in arched shape
To her nape, warmth slowly melts
Witnessing trickles running
Down her spine it flows
Curvaceous sighs quivering
In hungered view, I
Retrace it's path to her nape
Fingers now cold in excite
.
it is much too late
to change my course
to retrace my path
take a different road
this one isn't marked
this one isn't paved
blown rubber from retread tires
a construction hazard zone
this treacherous trail
worse than Arizona 666
no place to pull off
this road that turns and twists
life is in motion but our core is still
where presence dwells detached, drenched in bliss mists
as we sip soma nectar to heart’s fill
and since there is no ego that resists
in truth we have erased our to-do lists
but yet receive bountiful boons of grace
as steps toward God we slowly retrace
No walls! Naked space
And panic born of openness,
Where we confront love’s dread expanse.
Beware! Terror-place
Of freedom where our hearts undress,
And too much candor kills Romance.
Retreat! Go—retrace
Our trail and trek where fear is less,
And sentiment (old-fashioned) has a chance.
No walls! Naked space
And panic born of openness,
Where we confront love’s dread expanse.
Beware! Terror-place
Of freedom where our hearts undress,
And too much candor kills Romance.
Retreat! Go—retrace
Our trail and trek where fear is less,
And sentiment (old-fashioned) has a chance.
This is another night
Deceiving myself to be awake,
Blided the sight of the surreal
Any wince of a dream turns into long immersion
Something once pleasant is now deceptive
Illusions of fresh mormings quickly blacken
Impending shadows slowly retrace their way
Every night, at the sight of twilight.
sifting through nostalgia
not in form but ingrained
upon this map so twisted
to retrace again.
the displacement that i felt
the lump and nausea
in my own vomit I knelt
and i wept for her.
gracious god you turn me
from fruit to worm
what horrors have i dealt thee?
which perversions must I learn?