Best Recasting Poems

TEMPEST

Twin limestone tors thrust up through valley floor
Like isles or icebergs in a calm flat sea
Deep green save where shear rock can hold no spore
To spawn in fecund niche a vine or tree

Midday and all is calm untroubled, still
In tactile heat, all movement paused, restricted
No...

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Beneath the busy theater,
a little trap door, 
modest and illusive,
opens to a space
infinite and peaceful—
a broader dimension,
resonant and real—
the silent birthing chamber
of all possibilities,
including, by surprise,
the gears animating
the action on the set.
One may find the door
and bask in this continuum
by stepping out of character
and shrugging...

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You took me apart
All that remained
Were folds of my heart
Where I contained
              Memories lasting
              Pieces of dreams
  ...

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Always am I. Perpetually me.
Never ending, death is no obstacle,
Forever is me in the words of my poetry,
Everlasting I shall become,
Perennial in the contrasting,
To conclude is to die, to cease is to lie,
For there will be no recasting,
Unique is me amongst the cosmos,
For I shall...

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Upon the green pastures shadows quiver in golden light
Peeking through the swaying forest as sunny rays alight
Glistening rows of cherry blossoms into a majestic sight
Reflecting fiery blooms on water, rippling purple insight

Waterfalls awaken in mountains recasting wintry plight
Rekindling tributaries and rivers with bouncing delight
As animals...

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*Image of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde poster by Wiki.

That's Close Enough

Shapeshifters, and or, shapeshifting ... preps our world always,
A speck sans a cavass, ... materializes a work of art,
At spans of reckoning, ... outlandish evolve viably.

Simplistically, ... caterpillar, cocoon, butterfly,
The explanative being ... the...

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Standing on the bank of love 
Casting and recasting 
The line. He waits 
For a strike. 
And, whether it's the one 
That got away, or 
The one he'll catch 
and release, or 
there's not a bite at all, 
he keeps on fishing 'cause 
everytime, the...

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Unorthodox grace
is not limited to restoring healthy face
that your ***** sexual wealthy place
is not your disgrace;

Deviation from hetero-statistical means
is your sacred gift
from EarthQueen

Outstanding difference
is not only
and always
your heavy depleting responsibility;
but also your socially enlightened
and culturally empowering opportunity.

We are not illegitimately unknown
and excommunicated
first and foremost by...

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In the semblance of my darkest
side lie the sunlight after me,
In the dark blue face was a
smile that only a select few could see.
Only a few that fishes
like me when we see the snakefish

Maybe a glowworm or two in
my wake, still, I am onto Kinyeti's...

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When you folks are producing
your vanilla missionary practice,
who plays your Yang strong predator perception
and who prefers Yin reflexible reception?

Do you politically
and/or economically
flip his/her ecofeminist flop?

I'm sorry
but I do not speak of physical flops
mental drops
mindbody cross-fertilizing crops,
so I actively hope I don't understand your question,
with both...

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SOUNDLESS TEMPEST 

Now lightning flickers o'er distant mountain peaks. 
The sky develops shadows over all
The breeze accelerates and chills to speak
A warning of the fast approaching  squall

Small droplets speckle ‘cross the window pane.    
Timid creatures now are seeking sheltered refuge
Vivid flash...

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Letting the page breathe,
my pen in its well
The letters enchanted,
recasting their spell
Beginning then ending,
beginning again
Rewriting the master
—their magic amends

(The New Room: March, 2021)...

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Wrath poured out on
ungodly men
suppressing truth
by their actions.

Makes himself known,
clearly perceived
in things plain seen:
His strength, nature.

Not thanking Him,
we ascribe worth,
praise the creature.
Without excuse,
we understand
praise and honor
are required
but misdirected.

We create gods,
glorify them:
things created
with our own hands.

Therefore, our God
hands us over
to our own lusts: 

“Give chase!” He...

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There is one thing that is certain
The final act for all of us will be curtains

But before penning our last chapters
What will we leave behind that matters

Easy for our egos to take center stage
Spilling ink about us all over the page

Yet can consider rewriting the...

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