Best Changed Poems
The color palette of the world has changed.
Wispy painters brush clouds line a clear calm sky.
The day is dry and cold, powdery snow starts to fall.
Flowers have ceased budding and spilling over in the garden;
yet the passion, fragrant, rosebud cherry and amber
honeysuckle vine, twines round the wooden arbor,
inviting the few scarce bees to come to its nectar.
Forbearance wooden starlings and mourning doves
move on with their singing and coo-OO-oo throughout the day.
Warm breath onto the cold window, a traced note of love.
10/1/2023
You’ve changed my life completely
Can’t bear it when we‘re apart
For every waking moment
You are forever in my heart
I can’t stop smiling when I think of you
Love everything you say and do
Can’t wait until there comes a time
When I know you’re truly mine
A word from you and I'm wearing a silly grin
You're the cream in my coffee, the sugar in my tea
I feel I can face the challenges of life and always win
You have become the missing part of me
Because of you I now feel whole
My heart is full and at last I'm content
I feel your warmth in the depths of my soul
Every second with you is a second well spent
Just a smile from you and my heart skips a beat
With you in my life I am fully complete
We have our whole life ahead to share
You’re the love of my life no other can compare
A million beautiful butterflies landed on us as we slept
They carry us to paradise where loving souls are kept
Here we're given holy blessing for the relationship we share
The angels smile in heaven when true love is in the air
Written By Jan Allison & Darren Watson
11th July 2014
My world changed so fast
that it caught me off guard.
I never thought I would see,
the hate and pervasive bigotry
that exists in the world today.
And then, the internet came along
and shrunk the world to fit in your phone;
opening doors that were once closed.
But, at the same time
supplied every kook, grifter, charlatan, and conspirator
festering on the fringes of society, a bully pulpit;
to cater to a select audience of like-minded trolls.
Corruption, fear-mongering, peddling lies
and alternative truths,
are entrenched in our government,
entertainment, and news.
World War Three, which was once unthinkable,
is gaining favorability with the masses;
fueled by cultist propaganda and doomsday bravado
that spreads like a virus on social media platforms.
We are polluting the land, poisoning the oceans,
and brainwashing the minds of our youth;
without any regard for the truth.
I remember a time when people didn't lock their doors:
neighbors greeted one another with smiles and waves.
But today, I fear that we've been caught in the worldwide web
of a technological spider's electronic threads,
and sooner or later, we will be eaten.
Have you seen changing of colours?
World shifting thoughts without insight
Mellifluous tones making way for cacophony
Drums buried beneath shambles,
And people returning to the jungle,
Craving roots and leaves
As life becomes spooky affair
The world changing patterns,
As beauty becomes an obstacle
Have you witnessed the unforeseeable?
Mountains becoming smaller
Flower refusing to bloom
Nature giving up its mandate,
Moving away from positivity
Negativity embracing every creature
Inducing evil forces to celebrate with pride,
As the world falls apart
Hope assuming new meaning,
As happiness sink underground
That's how the world has changed
Love making way for hostility
Ignorance taking center stage
People searching through garbage
To find reasons for immorality
Taking journeys to the wilderness
Coming back with more grounds for deviation
Goodness plummeting deeper
As the world changes faces
It’s amazing the feeling in side I hold
How can you enter my world so bold
The first kiss I gave you
My life is much less cold
You look at me with such trust
Because I love you, you know I must
The instant smile on my face
My heart is anything but robust
The cuteness of your little curl
You put my whole life in a whirl
Your baby blues are so bright
You are Daddy’s darling little Girl
In recent days on a holiday
that we spent in the English Lakes
a day spent at Grange-over-Sands
this lovely little town is so great
It has an attraction all of its own
especially down at the duck pond
which is surrounded by many a bench
memories of a bench made me respond
In 1989 after being ill with chickenpox
I spend time there recovering for a week
before leaving home got a get-well card
from a young lady, I admired so to speak
I sat on that bench many a day
reading a get-well card to me
it was so nice that a lady did care
then I was in a quandary under the tree
The bench did indeed change my life
for I did ask that young lady to go out
amazingly she said yes, in time is my wife
sweet memories indeed there is no doubt
(That lady that I did ask out on that first date was Christine now my wife of 33 years.)
I was brave,
I was smart,
I was loved,
I was innocent,
I was ravishing.
Then everything changed,
when I started joining gangs.
I believed life was fun,
I became an alcoholic,
I started smoking drugs.
They lied to me,
concieved me
and they changed my life,
my reputation.
My life became a worst nightmare,
because of them.
Now its time to bounce back,
the time to built my character,
the time to rebuilt my reputation.
Now is time for me to explode,
to the whole world.
As my mind flies back to the days of childhood,
I remember what funny games we used to play.
Children from far and near neighborhood
Would assemble every weekend to have fun all day!
Families in close vicinity were like a joint family.
Often sat together gaily round a common table,
Sometimes partaking of a tasty homemade fare
Or chatting and laughing merrily over many a fable
Neighbors were bonded together in love.
In every need, there was a helping hand.
Contented with what little each one produced,
Sharing what they had, lived as a single band.
In pain and strain, there was a shoulder to lean on
In joy, all could share, being connected to one another.
In days of old, men didn’t live isolated as on an island.
To each one, his neighbor’s pain was always a bother.
Now neighbors have become more like strangers.
Sometimes we meet them in the corridor or on the lift.
A flitting smile is passed between or a casual ‘hello’.
Life is too busy, from one pursuit to another, all drift.
Smart phones and internet have made life so mechanical.
All connections lost; another’s wellbeing is never our concern.
We must reinstate and rebuild the snapped-up ties.
Despite all progress, I wonder if to old times, we should return.
Feb.9. 2023
~ Placed First~
Acquaintance and Neighborhood Poetry Contest
Sponsor – Sotto Poet
How America has changed
(First Sunday in Austin, Texas, 1955)
I go to church
Ten minutes early
To meditate and pray
I hear an organ playing
“In Christ there is no east no west
In Him no south no north
One great family bound by love
Throughout whole wide earth’
I open my eyes
I look front and back
All pews are filling up
I look to my right
I look to my left
No one comes
Sits in my pew
What’s happening?
I wonder
Do I smell?
I look around again
No blacks
No browns
But all whites
Except me
BUT TODAY
You know the answers
All I can say is
I am grateful to be an American
They let me down
now put me down
harsh views of me all around town
no one has seen me or heard a sound
I fell down in a pit of trouble
wasn’t offered a hand or a cuddle
snowballing mind evermore muddled
an additional “you lie” ball to juggle
In my struggle they say I’m pathetic
no one looks and no one gets it
brainwashed sure fake’s projected
you took my life and chose to wreck it
Believe a false reputation to justify
treating a guy a joke and sly
Clown to laugh at because he lies
open up your stupid eyes
I conclude you don’t even care
I helped you and I was there
now I act unkind unfair
you think it’s come out of no where
Think I was denied attention and now seek more
when did I want attention before?
Fighting a battle you give me a war
and I’m being eaten away at the core
Was a people person kind and thoughtful
then people treated me unkind and awful
an act for an act and the acts reward
answering how you answer my call
since you’ve seen the new me
not the guy labelled comically
which you helped kill setting free
this guy living life selfishly
Now like you yet can be the old me too
but I'll never be him when I'm around you
you cared so little and haven't a clue
why I am now so hostile and rude
How Times Have Changed~
We ran so innocently in lush, soft, beautiful grass!
Dreamt of wonderful futures on the finest, fresh smelling sheets.
Mother treated each child as her very own angel creation.
When apart, we pigtailed beauties, actually called each other on real phones!
Sadly, the deliciuis times of being together, are no longer here,
And no, sorry! Facebook and a child stuck in front of any screen.
Can never bring back the joy, the togetherness, the very vibrancy
Of loving and close human conviviality.
Love has transformed, so that, it's like looking for it in a rear view mirror.
We lost our love for one another, in tragic totality!
A God, a church for some, just is far too demanding,
Besides, we might have to leave our house, or worse be standing.
We killed God and became ravenous, selfish beasts.
We cannot connect humanly anymore, as once we fearlessly did.
That feigned pretense of "caring" is absolutely the worst.
It is nothing more than electronic symbols on a device!
Our once sparkling, spiritual souls, that belonged to God.
Totally stone cold,like the dead, under the sod..
666 and his minions launching their final work.
Theit goal? To see that God is never once mentioned.
We really think we are bigger than God? Yes, we consider Him a clod!
We never attribute any success we have to Him
Drunk on our own wonderfulness, indeed hollowness,
In a world that we never created.
Detachment, no-speaking is the word of the day,
We never consider or think that another human,
Might need a hug, a visit, from another soul.
In fact, we rob them of hearing our voices at all.
So busy are we, destined on a train to hell.
Deaf,are we, totally to our own death's knell.
On fine new couches we sit, huge TV's captivate us,
Our stomachs, full and bulbous, but it doesn't bother us.
So off to get manicures, haircuts and more.
We are horribly prideful and vain, strutting like arrogant roosters.
We can't stop playing vainglorious games.
Never for God, oh, no~just for our personal,insignificant fame!
Panagiota Romios
4/10/2018
new dawn upon us
yet dark world still upside down...
God's light shining through
NEWNESS senryu Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Beata Agustin
Date written: 01/29/2022
My hearts beating, fastly thumping
Inside my emotions jumping
From tears to joy happy and glee
Look at what you've done to me
Making me cry tears of joy
Happy that you are my boy
Gleeful I am not alone
All the love that you have shown
Make me spiral in a way
I want to feel every day
Appreciating what you've done
For a heart that's come undone
With a past I can forget
A new love future will now let
Me live in a world of care
Without any pain or fear
How the Widow Maker
Changed My Life
Written: by Tom Wright
6/21/2018
With each eyes blink I observe,
My life in constant change;
It requires of me, almost daily,
Some things I must re-arrange;
Problems, all health associated,
Prevent my accomplishing much.
Some days I’m feeling depressed,
Others, anxious, and out of touch;
But as I glimpse this past year,
I’ve never questioned why?
Because I’m constantly driven,
By a much greater force than I;
As death’s shadow lingered,
Prayer warriors began to pray.
In the quietness of dawn,
My departure God would stay.
I’m thankful my Doctors sagacity,
God didn’t compromise.
The “Widow Maker” has given me,
Renewed focus on the prize.
In a dreary mood, bent and broken,
With an ailment that crippled my life
I lay bedridden for many a month
With every muscle weakened by arthritis
And every nerve radiating the pain
Dull were the days and sore were the nights,
Time slouched on in mechanical beats,
Mind devoid of any buoyant thoughts,
Senses shut to every cheery throb of life,
I lay awake, day and night staring at the ceiling.
Never a smile lighted up my face,
Nor a gleam of hope brightened up my brain.
Inertia crept over from head to foot.
I had long lost my zest for life.
With my life sap drained out like an empty well,
All I felt was the burn of scalding drought.
Nothing could move my grief laden soul,
None could lift the weight off my back,
Embers of fire sparked from the anvil of my heart,
Heaves of sighs escaped my parched mouth,
I wriggled and writhed in unspeakable pain,
My spirits sank deeper into a slithery marsh,
I saw around only a thick pall of gloom,
Or was it a projection of my own self?
Anguish gnawed my nerves and sinews,
Flames of pain danced within my spine,
I felt my head wobbling and reeling,
And the heavy weight of lead all around my neck.
Felt being pushed down to abysmal depths,
And the octopus tightening its tentacles all around.
“Who on earth will set me free?
What on earth can lift me up?”
With thundering force, the question shook my weary self.
I sprang to my feet and broke the binding chains,
I found I was but in self – exile,
A captive entrapped within boundless space.
I saw the door opening to infinite lengths,
And the arched horizon looming larger than life,
Unbroken, I spread my wings and propelled up,
And darted through the clouds to distant shores.
Who would have thought, my life would change this way!
(Own Story)