Best Make Over Poems
Puttin on the Ritz - Just for You
Remember when I used to be dead broke,
and everyone laughed cause my dreams were a big joke?
Well I married a rich fellow and I’m rolling in dough.
Now I’m puttin on the ritz – it’s time for my show.
Visiting the old neighborhood, I’m sure feeling grand,
showing off my chauffeured Rolls Royce just because I can.
Watch me strut ‘cause I’ve been blessed by Lady Luck;
while you’re still frying chicken for a measly buck.
Oh, forgive me for I don’t always like to gloat;
but do check out my genuine animal print fur coat.
It’s no secret that Neiman Marcus is my main go-to store,
providing me with designer hats, purses, shoes, and more.
As for my fabulous make-up, make-over, and hairdo,
well they cost much more than you earn in a month or even two.
I see you’re ogling my sparkling jewelry and accessories,
Dahling, they were purchased exclusively from Tiffany’s.
Like leading ladies, Lombard, Rogers, Garbo, and Garland,
I ball room dance and jive to Callaway, Ellington, and Armstrong.
My oh my, indeed this lifestyle can make one become so giddy,
while gliding and sliding to these tunes can be quite heady.
I know jealousy is considered really uncouth and uncool,
but in your case, Sweetie, go ahead, it’s actually okay to drool.
Oh please note, my dear, I’m only passing through,
from Lenox Avenue back home to hoity-toity Park Avenue.
So for now, I'm here puttin on the ritz - just for you!
08-25-2015
Contest: Puttin on The Ritz
Sponsor: Judy Konos
Placement: 1st
Categories:
make over, dance, money, society,
Form:
Rhyme
Silently, a teardrop streaks
And falls on her suitcase
Quietly, I turn to see
A broken heart, there on her face
Patiently, she looks at me
As if she needs to hear
Anything, just anything...
To make over...easier
Finally, the silence speaks
That dreaded word...goodbye
Instantly, oh I can see
Leaving...in her eyes
Hopefully, the heart in me
Is begging me to say
Anything, just anything
To make her want to stay
I'm on my knees, just look at me
My pride's thrown out the door
A part of me, the heart of me
Her final walk across the floor
Her mind's made up, my words won't come
I can't pretend that I don't care
I'm on my knees, down on my knees
But I haven't got a prayer
I'm on my knees, still on my knees
But I haven't got a prayer
Written by Chuck Melugin
Categories:
make over, anxiety, break up, conflict,
Form:
Lyric
Isaac Asimov wrote of scenarios unimaginable
Robot companions and industry-wide takeovers
His 1940 classic, "I Robot," is now quite actionable
If anything, a bit outdated, ripe for a make-over
In the 1950's we marveled at the audacity
A woman totally oblivious, a 'seashell in her ear'
Ray Bradbury's "Fahrenheit 451" fantasy
Today is surely audible, easy to hear
We couldn't believe his notion of 'entertainment walls'
Now we mount flat screens in living rooms and on stores in the mall
No way, we felt, that real-life 'firemen' would ever burn printed books
~ Yet those very kind of books are now being replaced by digital looks
Yesterday's science fiction is flat-out routine today
Pay attention to new prophesies ~ they're already well on their way
Categories:
make over, future, science, science fiction,
Form:
Rhyme
It is crystal clear now
I being more dense at a cooler you -
I have come to this understanding
Communication though anxious to make us more the same
Make us more different
And yet the wand of words
Make over and over again the magician
So that the magic
Is now the magician of the man
Suddenly I cannot trust the wand
I inherited
There are too many conditions
That limit the power of its use
For liberation
We are trapped like flies in it, all of us
And you and I, were we not made by hands
Might have a better chance to dissolve to it
If the rule holds still for all solution
And we too were merely the solute of the Word.
The solvent of your voice
Must never forget
My solubility takes a higher temperature
That may evaporate you.
Categories:
make over, friendship,
Form:
Free verse
Oh! My gosh. What is it with the girly girl
Adventure?
They say looking great is a lure
To capture
An amore. To me that's a whole other
Venture.
I am such an amateur.
I am not looking for any more pressure.
Now on to the brochure
Which supposedly has the beauty cure.
Their prices are not high on expenditures
It features
Hair cut to style which includes shampoo,
Dry, make over, manicure,
And pedicure
All done at our leisure.
For our listening pleasure
All work will be done to the overture
Of Bach which some deemed as torture.
Any way the end result was everyone comes
Out a beautiful relaxed creature
Who has been in hiding like a lost treasure.
We are supposedly feeling less insecure,
And more sure,
Of our future.
I need a picture.
Categories:
make over, adventure, appreciation, beauty, caregiving,
Form:
Rhyme
Popular with so many,
yet I tend to keep to myself.
Can be a difficult person to get along with,
to those without understanding of the
divine drive that I've been blessed with.
I've been implanted with the desire to set
a course toward's my dreams that are predestined
within me... No time to mess around.
Our time is short down here, I do try to remember
to love.
So different than many of the people I regularly
hang around me...
When I run into other folks who are like me, understand
me; these I cannot help but take delight in.
My world was about to get a make over with more
compassion, I became inclined to write about the beauty
and growing heart I have received from our Lord and King,
who continuously restores, rebuilds my heart, renews my mind...
Because apparently my mind was filled with darkness, sometimes rage
because of how uncomfortable it is to try to fit into my earthly skin ...
all the physical changes it goes through as the days of my life
pass from birth to death.. Keeping my mind to stay on Thee Lord to have
my thoughts turn to You the Life Giving Water.
You my Lord put strange works and ways in me; so to the logical
world Your mysterious works, mysterious ways... me who seems
one of those foolish things... this vessel You use to confound the wise...
Categories:
make over, beauty, blessing, change, destiny,
Form:
Ballad
Why are these referred to as Deadly?
They kill the body, crush the spirit,
Alter one's mind, make over your being,
Deal with others inhumanly, defy the law
And the inspired prophetic Word of God!
As long as the earth remains, there is
Seed time and harvest, so being a Sloth
Will get you nowhere.
Envy is not a virtue, you're not looking
At yourself, but at your fellows industriously
Inclined, to promote from the heart what
it takes to become anything worthy outside.
I would call excessive greed gluttony, a vice of the self,
Because the individual does not know that he's
Indulging in self, grabbing and accumulating,
what's his or not his.
Though nice and perhaps charming and sweet as a pie,
This one could erupt scattering volcanic larva everywhere.
A calm answer turns away wrath the Good Book did say.
Lust as "L" as in Lucifer, without any love,
A longing desire satisfying a fantasy whim,
Though the victims may hurt, but not their will.
Greed, casting eyes over to see what Stella has,
Stealthily taking or bullying away, because of a
Longing for whatever you see, when you can't
Use it, just give it away.
Jesus had no pride leaving his royal throne,
And even washed his disciples feet. How can we
Follow in his steps and be, of service for each
Other as God still is to us?
So these deadly seven are really sins,
Detested and hated by the Father and by the Son.
So work from the inside, imperfections are without,
And will gleefully mold you to the shape and form,
That are the deadliest sins ever known to man.
I have tried to poetically interpret, the seven deadly sins and how humankind could be drawn like a net into these web-like forces. Sometimes others have to show or guide us away from such a smear. Don't give up on a "brother" who is down!
The Deadly Seven Poetry Contest
Title: THE DEADLY SEVEN
Sponsor: John lawless
Deadline: 2/25/2016
Categories:
make over, addiction, betrayal, bullying, dark,
Form:
Verse
Winter Cabin Reality
by Odin Roark
The storm door
Improperly closed
Bangs violently
The clapboard shedding
White paint chips
Wounds without first aid
Flecks of age
Mixing with the drifting snow
Walls shudder with the gusts
Windowpanes rattle their death threat
Should one shatter
Beware flood gates of frozen forever
When will guardians arrive
The stewards of their weary retreat
Providing solace for this place
We so willing endure
Harsh punishment
This loneliness of disuse
The fear of abandonment
Looming
Looming
Always looming
Such anxiety for...
In order...
In order to...
Appease elements restless
Unhappy
Feeling forsaken
The stove sad
Laboring for no one
The refrigerator longing
Waiting like a giant petri dish
Anxious to be opened and examined
Bed covers squirm amidst
Nature's innate seekers of shelter
Six-leggers pass four-leggers in the night
Perplexed
Wondering
Where is everyone?
Field mice
The basements fortress of faith
Anticipate the happy slogging
Of drunken feet above
The excess food celebrated not
Falling through spaces of beamed flooring
Affording reserves for future seasons of need
Thus awaits the wilderness shelter
Determined to remain creative
As temperatures drop even lower
On this little respected life-saver
Multiple-soul make-over haven
Urban's satellite arbiter for sanity
Earnestly it awaits yesterday's loyally
Its generational-visitor relay
Its reason to hold on
Its inducement
To stay whole
Just one more year
Crunching snow outside raises hope
Two mice
Three spiders
One gentle squirrel share
"Got to be more than a bear"
Categories:
make over, absence,
Form:
Free verse
A poet lost for words with writer’s block and barrage
Playing with Lego in Copenhagen
Anderson’s mermaid hard on the rock
Casting away the human soul
The artist failing construction in a mechanistic world
Retrieving Meccano
The pea shooter’s jammed and sour gun
Squirting marmalade
A philosopher's dislike of wisdom
Playing in Epicures’ garden
A pantomime screaming at a Buddhist retreat
Having a silent make over
The adult child lost in fun and peculiar games
Anticipating adoration
Homebound heaven’s firmament
Right below some funny grounds
22th July 2018
Categories:
make over, encouraging,
Form:
Free verse
He can throw a perfect curve ball.
He can bench more than you all.
He ran a 4.0 in the 40 yard dash.
So lets show them the cash.
They are very talented athletes,
and they do fill the arena's seats.
But some can't read or even pass the 5th grade.
And do you know how much some get paid?
People call him the king,
even though he has no championship ring.
LeBron make a quarter million dollars a game.
Most don't make that in 6 years, now that's a shame.
Here is a real shocker.
Manchester vs Manchester United playing soccer.
The 22 men playing on the field
together made over a $900 million yield.
But now here are the real goods.
The highest paid athlete is Tiger Woods.
In one year he makes $110 million for hitting a ball in a hole.
With that much money, I'm not sure if he still has a soul.
Now it was a little hard to find,
but here is the total of all athletes combined.
They will make over $5 billion dollars in the next 4 years.
Now is all that money worth our cheers?
It took me an hour to come up with this rhyme,
and guess what happened in that amount of time.
Kobe Bryant made over $90 thousand in just that hour.
That leaves a bad taste in my mouth, pretty sour.
Categories:
make over, sports
Form:
Rhyme
WOMAN
The cruelty of civilization has failed the society
That coyness and awe matter less to bear
Left in nowhere
Discarded by modern evolution
The carnage of life; by the life we live
Life was modest; living adore
Even after the chastised glory of the body
Which was later covered in wool from head to toe
And left nothing to be seduce of friend and foe
And here comes a ballistic civilization
That pockets’ modesty for arrogance
And changes human living to inanity
Nothing is as bravura as an African woman
Whose curvy nature left no doubt in mind
Created to crack mans’ incessant campaigns
Yet found in the midst of civilization
Where reticence was surrogated with arrogance
But do you know how meaningful is blatancy?
Hmm! to others is modesty
It is the absurdity in nudity
Even, the whites in their nakedness
Cannot be as seductive as a clothed Africa woman
Whose creation was done without blunder
In the perfection of natures’ order
Though evolution fought the pride in her
A force to make over even upon her dark pigment
And scrounge from the hairs of carcass
To look like an Indian mermaid
A lot was lost to lust
Beauty, respect and pride
Like the traditional African attire
To piece of rag from the western world
And as it still remains the myth of creation
The whites alter creation via engine
The noise, the breast and the buttocks
That which is found in every new born African woman
Categories:
make over, woman, , western,
Form:
Light Verse
Innocent eyes and her petite form
Me promising her you will be mine
Ignored she did doesn't speak so..
Challenge you wanna speak to me
Then Rui.. do so with your tongue
Sally in a future date you will be mine
Salama doesn't speak telepathanesee
..In your hands is where i wanna be..
Eyes bland says sally doesn't telepath
Sally do so love me i know it so so so
Hookups at pears of Pilates beach
Sally all jolly twerks and smiles
eyes light up Salma waltez to me
Thanks dia i have waited for long
pledges lets make over fine drinks
Salma a creature now reborn in darkness
Shy smile disappears she dances so so..
I envision paradise she doesn't mind me
..Watch dia.. so yo do speak telepatho...
Am hungry dia buy me a sausageee now
Salma lead i will love to.. i will follow
Vultures keep circling my faint limbs
Tears of heart why love do me so hurt
Sally carrying a huge burden evading I
Salma love is begotten of God my love
It never asks why or when
It demand now and here
It embraces fast and quick
It rejuvenates a tired soul
It is best gift in time love
Sally they strike me.. ouch
Sally they wanna lynch I...
Sally embrace me cover me..
Let them not see my sword..
Let them not see the anger...
Seething bubbling inside..
Let them perceive not Salma
That the dawn of judgement
Knocks on the door relentlessly
Categories:
make over, addiction, analogy, appreciation, introspection,
Form:
Prose Poetry
I awoke in horror
as I was under anesthetic
and meant to be unconscious.
I was a whirling floating spirit
flying over my own body.
I was in shock as I realized I was the surgeon
with scalpel and retractor in hand,
about to introspect and dissect
the faults and problems within my own inner self.
First, I spied the benign pile of regrets,
in the form of gall stones in the spleen and gall duct.
One wave of the zapper smashed my lingering regrets to sand.
Now they could no longer block my way of evicting
spleen and bile which clogged my life.
Secondly, I spied the grudges forming cataracts on the eyes.
My vision on crutches, clouded by grudges left unresolved.
Baring those grudges I had borne for so long
allowed me to forgive and forget their origin.
There is no point in letting old grudges cloud your vision.
Thirdly, I spied how unkempt and disheveled I looked.
My self-esteem needed a steam clean and shake up.
It was time I started looking after myself properly.
I got to work with a make-over to make
my self-image the best that it could be.
Hair cut, new clothes, new posture and gait
Topped off with a sunny smiling disposition
and joie de vivre glow and aura.
With that my introspection and dissection was complete.
Categories:
make over, emotions, forgiveness, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
moss carpets the roof - the blackbirds make over
Categories:
make over, animals, nature, sea, seasons
Form:
Monoku
Not On The Menu
Sister girl don’t judge the brothers at
The zip mart with oily stained jeans
And dirty fingernails, judging him not clean
Turning your head,
Sighing with dread
Thinking he got a nerve to look your way.
It doesn’t look like he has a good pay.
You stick up your nose
Shifting your hips to that not for me pose.
To get outside and pass his ride
And it’s a Jag, a Benz, or a Dooley truck
Or a rusty pickup
Pulling a sponsored racecar in stride.
Rolling your beautiful brown eyes
at the man wiping sweat from his brow.
Your mind start counting and you go wow!
The fella with paint spots pass by you in a van.
With another right behind it
Both with the name Painter Dan.
Sister girl standing there with Apple bottoms,
Oscars, Liz, and Jimmie Chu, Vera Wang
Hung on your shoulder with your BS and BA
You’re beautiful and fly and you are definitely a Miss Thang
passing up the brother in the Honda and Toyota
Who’s going to night school to get his MBA.
Sister girl, sister girl, don’t judge a book by it’s cover
I’m a straight up hard worker, a good man, a good lover
Sister girl, sister girl look around.
You are over looking the plumber, small businessman,
and technicians…We want to lift you up not bring you down
You are passing over good men because we
are not on your menu.
Don’t meet your specifications
No where near meet your expectations.
Suave sister girl who go down your list
gotta have that, gotta have this
Drive a Lex, a Benz, make over 100 grand
who finally gets what she wants
Her suit and tie man
Who doesn’t show an ounce of love
Compassion or kindness,
And doesn’t have a plan.
He has a gold Rolex with a dollar in the bank
Sister girl, sister girl, how does he rank?
Don’t judge me by every other.
I’m a straight up good man and will never be undercover.
I’ll have your back in good times and bad.
Oh, and by the way I will be a great dad.
Sister girl, sister girl so what are you going to do?
Hmmm and hah about me until you turn blue.
Listen up sister girl. I may not choose you.
Categories:
make over, appreciation, boyfriend, humor,
Form:
Light Verse