Best Modify Poems
Take me beat me and mold me
I am yours to do with what you wish
No matter what you do with me
I am still considered quite a dish.
I can modify your hardness
I can let you know when to boil
I can conduct a heat in you
And I will never let you spoil.
I don’t react harshly, if you get me moist and wet
You’ll still love me in the morning, on that I think I’ll bet
I will still be malleable, no matter what you do
You can beat me to transparency, and yes you see right through.
I am a bright yellow colour, with a lustre some would die for
Keeping me in good condition, would never become a chore
If you really wanted to, you can put me in your mouth
I can even adorn your body parts, North, West, East and South…
I don’t react to an acid tongue, except those that are vitriolic
But you can dissolve me with the acid, called nitro hydrochloric.
You can pour me when I’m so very hot too hot for you to play
Then you can finger me when I am cool, and play with me all day
You can eat off me, or with me, the choice will be yours
They say I came from outer space, in fact in meteors
But one thing I will say I don’t wear out or lose my lustre, it is told
So if you pick me up treat me well, I am you little nugget of gold.
© 14/12/2012
In the 1960’s all around me were cheerful chants
inviting us all to ‘Make Love not War’
John Lennon asked us to give peace a chance,
some joined the Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament.
We all wanted earnestly to save the environment.
I inhale this polluted air and wonder
what has happened - why has it gone asunder
Now, our legacy to our future generations
is an earth that has been raped, robbed
of her fruitfulness until her soil is barren
so, we can genetically modify food to eat
cause animal cruelty for production of meat
Now, fish are being choked and shredded to pieces
by hazards we dispose of in the rivers and seas
and they are far from being the only dammed species
who are being erased for the sake of human supremacy.
Earth is rebelling, her weathers have gone into a frenzy
raging ravenous bush fires consuming precious lives,
animal, human, plant nothing in its vexed path survives.
Ferocious storms flooding the earth, threatening
to drown out communities, cruelly devastating.
Is it too late to realise that the fumes from our cars
the cigarettes we smoke, the waste that we dump so recklessly
the spiteful, uncaring ways we mistreat the environment
leaving solutions to be found each successive government.
We can still see the blue sky on a good day
we can still breathe air, though not so fresh
we can still enjoy the beauty of flowers
and hear birdsong,
but, for how long?
Now, our troubled youth are killing each other
they see no tomorrow on the blurred horizon.
Younger generations are trying to rescue their future
to salvage their legacy from the rubble we have created.
As for making love not war
in this world, this world of today peace stands no chance
and love is just a word of four letters.
As you stand in the sun by the ocean today.
When you feel a breeze from the east come your way.
It is me, can you feel it? It is me, I am there.
As you stand in the water and gaze at the land.
When a wave from the west lightly tickles your hand.
It is me, can you feel it? It is me, if you dare.
As you stand under the moon in nights pure desire.
Gather wood from the south and start a bright fire.
It is me, can you foresee it? It is me in the flare.
As you run, modify your direction and don't cut through the grass.
head north and a little blonde girl you will pass.
It is me, can you foresee her? It is me gold and fair.
As you lie in your bed ponder on these things tonight.
My spirit is with you; Allow your thoughts to ingest flight!
It is me, can you hear me? It is me everywhere.
THE WEAK ARE BEING
PREYED UPON.
MOST DON'T HAVE A CLUE.
GLOBALIST HAVE A GOAL.
THEIR GOAL, CONTROLLING YOU.
BIG PHARMA HAS YOUR DNA.
WHAT DO YOU THINK
THEY'LL DO?
GENETICALLY MODIFY
HUMAN BEINGS?
THAT MEANS ME AND YOU.
TECHNOLOGY IS A DANGER.
WHEN IN WICKED HANDS.
ESPECIALLY IF YOU'RE CONTROLLED
TO FALL PREY TO THEIR DEMANDS.
THERE ARE THOSE, WHO BELIEVE,
FREE WILL IS NOT YOUR RIGHT.
IF THE MASSES ELEVATE
CONSCIOUSNESS.
THEY WILL LOSE THEIR FIGHT.
THEIR FIGHT TO CONTROL
THE POPULOUS.
EVERYTHING WE THINK SAY AND DO.
THEY REFUSE, TO RELINQUISH
POWER.
WHICH IS AUTHORITY OVER YOU.
TRANSHUMANISM
ISN'T SOMETHING NEW.
IT'S BEEN AROUND FOR MANY YEARS.
NANO CHIPS INSIDE YOUR HEAD?
AN ATTEMPT TO QUELL THEIR FEARS.
WHEN THEY CONTROL THEIR TECHNOLOGY,
PLANTED IN OUR HEADS.
THEY CONTROL WITH A CLICK OF A
MOUSE IF WE LIVE OR SHOULD BE DEAD.
BIG PHARMA IS NOT RESPONSIBLE
FOR THE VACCINE RELATED DEAD.
TELECOMS AND COMMUNICATIONS
NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CANCERS
OF THE HEAD.
SOME POLITICIANS ARE BOUGHT
AND PAID FOR.
SOME ELITIST LIKE TO BOAST.
INTERNATIONAL CORPORATIONS
BELIEVE THIS DESERVES A TOAST.
POPULATION CONTROL
THROUGH GENOCIDE
IS A FORM OF EXECUTION.
ELEVATED CONSCIOUSNESS
WILL LEAD TO A REVOLUTION.
I TIP MY HAT TO THE TRUCKERS.
WHO DECIDED TO MAKE A STAND.
ATTEMPTING TO SAVE OUR
FREEDOMS OUR LIVES AND OUR
LANDS.
I AM JUST A POET.
JUST WRITING WHAT I SEE.
WHEN IT COMES TO FREEDOM.
FREEDOM IS NEVER FREE.
Michael E. Harris
02112022
The Sonnet is my favored form;
with meter, rhyme, and feet, I do conform.
But what if I diverted, mixed
two meters with a couplet rhyme, affixed
with syllables of eight and ten
and feet of four and five, and then again,
repeat throughout the fourteen lines...
play silly mischief with old form's confines?
It seems to me this form is neat;
I like the freedom using mixed-up feet
and syllables that make lines long
or short to break up patterns of singsong.
This newest form, I now proclaim,
that 'Mixed-Feet-Couplet Sonnet' be its name!
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: A Form Of Mischief
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
Judged: 10/04/2018
Rules: Creatively modify a standard poetry form
New Sonnet:
Couplet Rhymes
Seven 8-syllable lines of four feet (Tetrameter)
Seven 10-syllable lines of five feet (Pentameter)
Sipping from the well of sorrow
withstands an unusual life cast.
Sad rivers and sifting sand remain
tuck away this tragic river
apart from the entire world.
Tears stream down my chin
a liquid flow of unending love.
A waterway radiates pure splendor.
Isn't it frightening to adore...
something death may reach?
A frightening thing for...
loving, longing, dreaming, being.
Under a willow tree...
might lay weary love to sleep.
Your vitality lifted my spirits
your chuckle often buoyed my mood
your feelings brought me haughty joy,
to put everyone on the trail of spring.
When I ween back, I feel inane bliss,
it's a story of kindness and love,
for love is a noble deed...
a sacrament, a divine insight...
to love what demise has swayed.
I planted an elfin orchard,
in a corner of my heart,
it was my sanctuary,
a place for everything I loved,
music was sung, and flowers bloomed,
fine stars, like dew, clog it up to the brim.
Torn foam rose and was hauled away
Once the wave fades by a surge of water,
but it was never flawless
right up till you walked inside.
I had to modify my daily life,
from that day on, you were taken away
back to your home, which is nothingness
I got used to the stillness
I had to talk every time I sobbed
I learned to cope with the discomfort
yet, recalling you keeps you close to my heart.
Life is so challenging without you,
I feel peace now that you are in eternal bliss
I love knowing that you feel me
But coping with hardship is tough to diss.
with eyes that may endure,
and fingers that may delight hands,
still, you might be for your swooning partner:
just a whisper.
Written: January 20, 2023
Loved And Lost Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
What a precious gift to be a writer
to pen poems of beauty
to be able to create a new form
to write of love and life and nature
of war and problems in this world
of death and grief . . . .
it is a gift we poets must share
oh, some write hate but that is not for me
I respect my gift not to waste it there . . .
for me writing poetry is like breathing
and I am greedy so each day I must pen
oh yes war and homelessness and pollution are real
and I write my sad poems of life . . .
and hope that my words can touch another
I pen in my preferred forms with a dripping pen
not afraid to modify a traditional form of old
I hope my poetic way will teach poets
inspire them to write there own way
and not be afraid to explore
a different way . . .
____________________
October 16, 2020
Poetry/Free Verse/In Answer to ''A Poet's Duty''
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1295-621-16
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, A Poet's Duty
sponsor, Beth Evans, Judged 10/20/2020
Every day in every country,
Our language is distorted, mutated on planet Earth.
Good words like “drolic” die,
Whilst “wanna ‘ave a go” is given a birth.
In Australia it’s clearly a Mad World with
Slang words destroying our grammar.
“Yeah naah, naah yeah”
Smash literature, smash it with a hammer.
We always modify and contort our words,
“Too right, this arvo, I’m rooted, go crack a fat”.
Aussies go getting’ it written in permanent,
“Good onya” a fair dinkum tat.
When u were left alone, alone to fight,
Fight for survival, u gave it a crack.
But the society of dictionaries, they stood,
Stood up straight, and then they turned their back.
So, traditional writing is dying,
Stuttering, falling, the writing’s on the wall.
See ya later elocution,
Ya didn’t shorten, that’s been ya downfall.
But alas, don’t freak, ur family name is safe,
Since some old words evolve and new are created.
Shakespeare invented and killed off heaps himself,
Arch villain, rant, drugged and assassinated.
Lyric: Mad world
Cliche: The writing on the wall
Image: Crowd of people turn their backs on a fight
Entered into "Lyrics cliché image" contest 5/14/2016, ranked First place
Dreams, dreams
I'm on the moon drawing the stars
Reality it seems
A part of universe, modify the balance
Planets, Planets
Go around my axe
Thousands of sunsets
What an episode it makes
There she walks
Wind shuts like a slave
Quite around nobody talks
Thoughts different make me to shame
Trees, houses go around my eyes
Like drug in my blood
Passion shows me its size
Nock, nock I'm becoming nut
If I Were A Millionaire
If I were a millionaire....
There goes the plaintive cry of a popular song..
What a catchy phrase to incite one to dream on...
In the daily grind of making a living we are mostly blind...
Scurrying hither and thither strapped to the coattails of time....
If I were a millionaire....
Gladly would I sing along the words in that popular song playing in the air...
Heck I can even modify the lyrics as timely proof of my personal flair..
For as a millionaire living happily as in a song, there is time for song and dance..
I need not chase after Father Time for other dreamers will perform to my dance...
If I were a millionaire...
Money worries will not cloud my style of living in the sunshine and at the beach...
I can daily sing merrily and dance freely, carefree and unfettered in relief...
I will have countless friends for company and none shall I turn away hastily...
Even fair weathered friends and their friends can be part of my happy family...
If I were a millionaire...
With my carefree living ways, all songs and dances and frittering time away...
There comes a time when I should stop the live music and take stock some day...
For there is a millionaire, bless his kind soul at 82, who most wisely did demonstrate…
For true and meaningful happiness, spread some wealth and aid the poor desperate…
If I were a millionaire…
My gold and wealth I should rightly share with those in need somewhere, anywhere…
Cut the music, stop the song and dance for urgent help and assistance are sorely needed there…
After all is said and done, even one such as I, must surely pause at the pearly gates at St Peter…
I wonder and I fidget and fret, when the time comes, shall I bypass or shall I be welcomed to enter…
If I were a millionaire….
To the final end, will I still be one through the gates of Heavens or am I cursed into the depths of Hell…?
05 Oct 2015
This feedlot of ancestral glitter
how tiresome, now a rummaged litter
a mitigated financed quitter
the addict, driven to mass rid stir!
As nature's boundaries pray beauty
the homeward bound, lost soul's forced duty
is to give in, give up, take booty
as dignity's rebuff thrives loosely!
Monopolizing wealth's consider
the numbers game, let live on bitter
your choice is here, from us, don't quiver
but take the drug, that made you sicker!
The addicts prayer is but a flicker
of hope to ride out, faith's endeavor,
as saying NO, still presses lever
insidious pressures force is ever!
The pushers living off receivers
to modify their conscious efforts
then vandalize the paycheck's rather
and hypnotize feeling together!
o Far Stars Say How To Beautify,
So Near Earth Says How To Modify,
So Many Birds Say How To Justify,
So Many Buds Say How To Glorify,
Drops Of A Rain Say How To Purify,
A Lot Of Animals Show How To Serve,
Nature Of Light Says Don’t Be Curve,
Our Body Also Says Support As Nerve,
Soil Of A Desert Shows How To Absorb,
Eyes Of The Eagle Say How To Observ
“I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination”
A Rambling Poet
Words
I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination.
Words rise in startled wonder in every derivation.
They settle on my keyboard and wait to be inserted
Into a line of poetry with which brilliance has flirted.
I pick a lovely adjective my noun to modify
Then pluck a pretty adverb with my strong verb to ally.
Pronouns, conjunctions, prepositions, interjections
Sitting very patiently for proper intersections
Where they can slip in easily and add a little flavor
To the fast emerging lines, their succulence to savor.
Willful words wander
pitiful poet perplexed
silently searching
words are writer’s tools
thesaurus comes to rescue
when they slip away
poet chooses prettiest
to enhance his creation
By Joyce Johnson 7/29/11
For Constance’s contest “Three Gems” won a third
rhyme
alliteration
tanka
Lord how many times have you
been blamed. For the free choice
you have given man.
When man goes to war in your
name, how is it you're to blame?
When man Genetically Modify
our crops to give us cancer. How
is it you're to blame?
When man doesn't use its
farming to avoid starvation. How
is it you're to blame?
When man destroys the
economy on purpose to bring in
The New World Order causing
many to loose their Jobs. How
is it you're to blame?
When man pollutes the
environment and causes climate
change and controls the weather
through HAARP bringing horrific
weather conditions. How is it
you're to blame?
When a man robs or kills
someone's loved one, causing
pain and suffering. How is it
you're to blame?
When man puts ingredients
in vaccinations to make our
children Autistic and then use
their Lying Doctors to say it is
safe. How is it you're to blame?
When man experiences
personal pain brought on by
the wrong choices they made,
not obeying your Godly
advice to protect them. How
is it you're to blame?
When man chooses evil
over good, not obeying your
commandments for their
protection. How is it you're to
blame?
When there is a Tragedy,
when a drunk driver who
chooses to get drunk and
drives drunk, crashes and kills
innocent lives. How is it you're
to blame?
When Satan exists and is
responsible for all that is bad
and evil. How is it that you're
to blame. Why isn't SATAN
BLAMED?
In your commandments, you command
us to love one another. If we just followed
and obeyed just this one commandment, we
would avoid the great majority of the pain
and suffering we inflict on each other. When
you disobey God's Commandments by our
own choice, we allow Satan to bring Misery
and destruction! Remember this when you
blame the GOD THAT LOVES YOU.
Michael Tor 10/15/2015
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