Best Re Create Poems
Oh, Lord! Lest one is asleep,
the purge to kill you,yet again,
is quite deep.
Some, who read your word in
the Bible, re-create it, with myths
that are long and deep.
Or, they in arrogance and fervent
ignorance stomp, on your words
as but fairy tales.
They are turning the tables on you,
woking hard to make you a fable!
As in days of Hitler, we who believe,
are shot dead in Temples and churches!
(Then, they blame guns!)
We live in a society in great pain.
Of course, bullets in this society reign!
We are being attacked for any freedom
of speech of you, and are always
besmirched.
We are beaten and called names by lost
soul jerks.
We open businesses but those who hate
your children want all of them shut down.
Because the businesses won't support the
killing of babies.
They torture us wearing their popular~~
'freedom of choice' crowns.
Churches are objects of derision.
You, God, they wrongly surmise is the
source of any division!
Poets here, who write of you, are
mostly passed over as "boring."
Your creations are adored ad infinitum~
They drool, however over their dog,
Rover!
The seas, the birds, the splendor in all
the flowers.
Their poetry glories!
Of these they write and sing for endless
hours.
Of you? Bah, humbug!
Our serenity, our hopes no longer lies in you.
But in politics, poetry, news, movies, booze,
sex-aplenty, self-adoration and calming drugs.
Oh, Lord~ we are so lost!
Have Mercy on us all, I beg!
Panagiota
POTD*. 10/17/2019
Categories:
re create, abortion, faith, god, poets,
Form:
Rhyme
* This is a CCM (Christian) song that I wrote for Lifeblood Ministries about 20 years ago, and it WILL be on my upcoming album under my music moniker "Bahku". Please visit my web site for updates @ bahku.com. Thanks! *
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Isaiah 64:8 "Yet, oh Lord, You are our Father. We are the clay, You are the potter; we are all the work of your hand."
Intro -
(Verse 1)
I've lost touch with all the things that make You real
Could be the reason why I'm just not sure
Of how I feel inside without You
All the stirrings and the hunger in my soul
Is only now replaced by carelessness
And guilt of who I am and used to be
And becoming the reflection that I see
I am.
(Verse 2)
It's taken all my life to insulate my heart
I've surrounded it with walls of words
And fortresses of self-deception
All the battles that I waged within my world
Were only vain attempts to help myself
Believe that I was changing deep inside
But all I did was find new ways to hide
(Chorus)
I am this man of clay
Lord I need you now to mold me
Please take me in your sculptor's hands
And re-create the one
I am.
(Verse 3)
Is there method to the madness in my life?
All the mortar that I've built upon
Has crumbled to my feet before me
Knowing countless are the times I've turned away
Finding temporary refuge in
The things that I could spend my senses on
Hoping when I turned I'd find the one
I am.
(Verse 4)
I have loved and lost so much as someone new
Hoping others would be taken with
The person that they wanted me to be
Living for the things they couldn't see
And not the Truth my Lord had shown to me
(Chorus)
I am this man of clay
Lord I need you now to mold me
Please take me in Your sculptor's hands
And re-create the one
I am.
Solo Break -
(Chorus)
I am this man of clay
Lord I need you now to mold me
Please take me in your sculptor's hands
And re-create the one
I am ...
This man of clay
Lord I need you now to mold me
Please take me in your sculptor's hands
And re-create the one
Re-create the one
Re-create the one
I am.
Outro -
Copyright 2002 Tsahaylu Music - ASCAP
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2017
Categories:
re create, analogy, god, introspection, jesus,
Form:
Lyric
You must believe, to have your poetic
soul become reality.
Unlike any other, I hope you are!!
Dull, Beowulf poetry do not re-create.
Speak your soul, whatever that be.
Don't compare your writings to
others, you will create fragility.
Write of subjects that brighten
your soul like a star.
Not just long words, they make
me pronate.
If you are willing, write poetry that
sings of thee!
12-30-2020
12:30pm PSt
Categories:
re create, encouraging,
Form:
Free verse
Resolved: I’ll make a MOCKERY of death,
metaphoric wake may open my eyes.
I’ll ADORN kitchen walls with shibboleth -
an OPULENCE of signs which look passé.
using words like “Get Up and Exercise”,
“Calories Count” and “Don’t Forget to Weigh.”
I will EXULT VICARIOUS free time:
tasting all those shows on the loss of weight,
eating less, letting those dinner bells chime,
keeping my IMPETUS under corral.
A SILKEN body I will re-create
giving resolution, new rationale.
This year, I’ll cross the CHASM of my death,
downfall of pounds, weight’s passing does take time.
August 25, 2018
contest: Eight-Word Challenge 8, John Hamilton
the eight words are capitalized for easy recognition.
Categories:
re create, loss,
Form:
Sonnet
TENERIFE
Two lovers by the ragged strand once trod
the sooty sand; slender maid with raven
hair, fisher boy of bronze; the dazzling sun
a gold doubloon, the moon a silver coin.
From rocks, ink-black as witches' cats, they saw
the teeming sea; for Paraiso Beach was
cast for them by Teide's fiery blast, 'neath
Milky Way in wind-blown spray where whale and
dolphin play... Faceless fools from far-off lands
soon found their paradise. "Commercialise
then urbanize, the mountains are for sale.
Bulldoze, landfill, then jerry-build; sewage
on the surf. Roll out roads for traffic roar;
monoxide in the breeze. Machinery tear
at prickly pear and green banana trees.
Throw up bars and apartment blocks; bedim
the stars with flashing lights; fill the nights with
keyboard beat and dancing feet to drown the
ocean's anguished cries ..." Her sculpture scorned, her
flanks defiled, the lady Teide broods - with
hissing sulphur in her breath, inferno
for a heart. Such feelings pent, her rage must
vent to blast the curse and re-create a
silent land, where lizards laze and prey birds
ride the balmy breeze, while a ghostly girl
and fisher lad go gathering wild herbs.
cc CG
Teide = a volcano in Tenerife - rhymes with lady
Categories:
re create, angst, culture, emotions, international,
Form:
Free verse
I was nine, I saw from my window
The snow was coming down
Little crystal snowflakes
Barely kissed the ground
Outside Mr Snowman was waiting
For all the girls and boys
To whisk them away on a merry ride
To the land of toys
I remember flying through the air
Looking down upon the town
For some reason I can’t recall
I was in my dressing gown
The land of toys was a magical place
Santa was there too
Picking out toys for all the children
There was I recall quite a queue
All the toys in Toyland
Where vibrant and alive
Santa was in a bit of a hurry
He had to be home by five
Santa gave me a toy soldier
That was alive while I was there
Though back home was just a plastic toy
Which I thought a little unfair
Home, the snow was still falling
From an overcast slate grey sky
I admit I had a lump in my throat
As I bid Mr Snowman goodbye
I have tried to re-create that moment
Many times, alas all in vain
It was a once in a lifetime experience
I never saw Mr Snowman again
But what magical memories
They really did happen to me
And yes, I am quite well aware
Something similar was shown on T.V.
Categories:
re create, christmas, children, kids, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
Money reveals the true thee.
It might not be everything to thee,
But it reveals everything about thee.
God maketh the world go around,
Money maketh the people to wander.
God is the ruler of money;
Money of man.
Money is the root of all evil;
it is through this craving that some have wandered away from the faith.
People need to trust God to be protected,
Money need man to be kept safe;
Thus man need God,
And money need man.
But this days they're doing it the other way around.
Oh! It is said, 'what goes cometh back.'
They're saying, 'God served man through Jesus,
However, man must serve money.'
Don't you know that Jesus died for thee so that you might have life?
Nonetheless,
His the source of everything.
God maketh people to serve Him;
People maketh money to serve it.
God creates,
Man make;
They re-create what God created.
God can destroy both man and money,
Man can destroy money,
but not God.
Therefore, man depend on God, not money.
People work for Money,
Women marry Benjamin,
Men steal Moola.
Many die for Mammon
Even pray for Treasure.
While all they should do is seek the Creator,
And money will follow them.
Thou cannot serve to masters.
It's either you serve God or Mammon.
I say serve God and money will follow thee.
Thus,
Thine have them both.
Money for lifetime;
God for eternal life.
Categories:
re create, money, religious,
Form:
Verse
We know this world is quite corrupt,
but to exactly what extent?
Can you believe religion lies?
Or that the preachers don’t repent?
We’re brainwashing our youth,
yet we expect that they will lead;
Minds too constricted to explore,
can’t walk the paths that will succeed.
Society is condemned, by its humanistic flaw;
The need to either follow, or to re-create the law.
If you don’t have the wealth to lead,
are you nothing more than dust?
And if your morals aren’t astray,
will co-leaders take away their trust?
We plunge into the crowd,
and wear the masks of everyday;
Silently we build escapes,
and dream of lands away.
Categories:
re create, corruption, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
As My Day of Birth Approaches,
I'm Reminded how Fast Another Year has Gone By.
The Years Come and Go,
And in Some Respects, I Feel Numb to the Experience.
I Feel I Have Reached This Plateau in My Life. A Level Ground.
Some Will Call it a Mid-Life Crisis. In Any Case, it is a Crisis.
Like Any Crisis, One Must Look Inside to the Soul.
I Remember how Exciting My Freshmen Year at Waldorf College felt.
Being a Freshmen in College was a Banner Year for me. New Friends I met,
New Classes I took and a New Adventure Embarked Upon.
Those Memories of College Remain, But that Experience is Over Now.
Fast Forward a Couple of Years to 1998 and My Partner Tom and I Embarked upon Our
First Adventure to Colorado Springs.
Now in 2014, I'm Left Feeling How I Must Re-Create a New Experience and Re-Connect with My Soul.
The God Within Is Always With Us No Matter What Part of the Journey We Are At.
In Taking Action, I Must Set Out Some Goals For This Year of How to Re-Connect With Myself and This Priviledge of Life.
Back in 2012, I did Set Out A Few Goals; in example, Published an E-Book on Amazon, and Sponsered a Boy Named Freddy from Ecuador.
The Light of Our Lives Is Always Inside Each of Us.
Be Calm, Be Loving, Be Understanding, Be Yourself and Know Everything Will Work Out in the End.
I Feel Turning 41 Years Old Will Be a Gateway to A New Part of My Life.
What Can I Do to Better This Troubled World? A Great Deal!
We Are All Destined For Greatness!
Categories:
re create, birthday, life,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Since It's very hard living in these
days & times
I don't mean pick up a gun & gather
a group to help you run
A campaign
Must be created & implemented
with Thought & Education
Unless you rather spend your time
behind bars in frustration
Without freedom of your own god
given talents
I'm not trying to say these words to
draw interest through ballads
I say them to educate to the
revolutionary thinker
Power is something we all think of
Rarely we realize what it really takes
to attain
Power with the correct education
will stabilize & stimulate the brain
Money will rescue you from the
debts of poverty
Without a strategy to think
The oppressor is waiting for us to
unite & fight
They have one button tactics that
will blow us in the blink of an eye
sight
To supersede
We must revolutionize the mind to
encourage ourselves away from any
form of evil
"Revolution means Bloodshed"
So that means we must help socio-
systematically
Self encourage a systematic finance
for our own people
Because we used to have ownership
What we must re create
Is a tactic
Intelligently revolutionizing black &
white people empowerment
Re-developed economic business
entreprenuer thinkers
Self created invention & services
That will annialate the mental &
physical mass consumption of
consumer dreamers
Categories:
re create, philosophy, education,
Form:
Ballad
"All is life. There should be no judgement."
"It is if you are at the foot of the Golden Palace
shouting at people that are continents away
to follow you, but they can't hear you,
much less see you and know where you are.
We're all among palaces, life is our creation."
"How can they re-create life?"
"Look down the river, where the wind stops,
See, see where the branches stop moving?"
"Yes."
"The creation is in the stillness."
"Nonsense."
(Silence.)
"Where are the fault lines?"
"We've re-created them."
(Silence.)
"And now count the many secrets we suddenly reveal to ourselves!"
(Silence.)
"I should take you to a NASCAR race."
Categories:
re create, funny,
Form:
Prose Poetry
It is therapy for me
to make the pen dance melodies
across an otherwise bleek
piece of paper.
To create words that don't exist
because I WANT TO is simply bliss or
to write about that crush that I want to kiss
in the third person as if it is a wish
of a young girl around 16-ish
can only be done in poetic form.
I can curse out my best friend or
ask God to let me into Heaven or
bunji jump off of clouds at night and
wake up flying a kite around the sunshine,
because I am the author of the masterpiece and
to me it is the best pain killer for reality.
It is MY therapy!
I can honor those who I loved so much
or degrade them to an anesthetic touch
just because
they pissed me OFF!
I can lay down and write haikus all day
about the rain personified or
the clarity of the water in the bay.
I can use words that those around me do not understand or
think with my pen in my mouth and
his heart in my hand or
vice versa or
write about sitting all day
while I stand.
I create a magical landscape
with a concrete jungle back drop or
sing a capella songs in hip hop.
It is my THERAPY!
And I can re-create my life
by myself
unjudged,
unrevised,
and fully certified.
Thank GOD for it.
Categories:
re create, happiness, imagination, inspirational, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
Time can only tell when that special person
comes across your eyes & reveals
the true colors of love
Push comes to shove
I want to re-create a cinderella story
that applies to when i wrote my poem
"Gift From Above".
A fantasy is an imagination by reality
in which replenishes the
inner though of ones mind
so many things to wish for but to actually
personify human
qualities to somethin in which my body
yearns for the one i call one of a kind.
Tired of being told that its better to have some one
rather than no on
yet I look into her eyes of the one
I will one day call my bride
In which makes me blush
while the biggest smile on my face on my face
from the deep deoths of depression
it like sittin in a dark room by yourself
wondering are you in detention
but as i snap bacc into reality i finally realize
your the succession of my
obsession.
As our eyes meet the story of a teenage
love affair that no one can ever segregate
I use myy metaphoric & Illusionistic
points of views
to dictate what I feel as if i was president of all 50 states.
During My long journey of me trying to
find the one I seek and call one true Love
Yet as kids pushes turned out to be a shove
your the only person my mind will come across of.
As I am left surrounded in darkness
I refuse to be swallowed by my lonliness
like the night air invisible to the eye & obvious to the touch
yet if i can do it all again, I rathe do it in the
skin that I am in.
To let love that I have die and stay down
and let it lie
even though i have seen its darkset form
Nothing else can taste this warm
or feel this sweet.
Categories:
re create, adventure, inspirational, love, upliftingme,
Form:
Free verse
The drowned (man), Translation of Etiemble’s poem: Noyé by T Wignesan
( Etiemble who devotes some pages in this only verse volume to translations was a stickler
to the practice of reproducing the original in its form, metre and prosodical structure, a
methodology I find quite useful, on the one hand, and pedantically futile, on the other.
“No man is perfect”, an axiom which could easily apply to both poems and their translations.
In my view, it is not the translator’s duty to improve on the original creation nor is it to
re-create another poem based on the original. Where the ambiguity of sense arises in
vocabulary and syntagms, the translator has to make a choice, albeit even a personal one.
End rhyme scheme of the original: aaaa, bbcc, dede, fgfg. Syllabic count irregular, roughly
around eight, give or take one or two. )
The sea, its games, its lights of jade,
its crazy sheep, cheerless foam
obsolete languages, their countless watering places
standing open-mouthed, all their harbours
nets of steel where sometimes
an insignificant strip of my fingers
signed my passage through these harbours
underwater strewn with cadavers,
all these actions in which I lose myself
and find myself always strong(er)
all these abysses where you hope
to find in vain the last port
and which vomit you via an hiccough
towards shoals and their setbacks,
towards their beaches, their precipices:
non! it’s not for the sea to imbibe.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Categories:
re create, angst,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Celebrate
To the best and the greatest, we must show our respect.
It's more than just the principal of the matter and
an even greater prospect.
It will take us beyond the gates of the ordinary
to explore the extraordinary.
It's an unseen privilege in the hands of many.
Yet, it is the few that treasure it of any.
Thus, it is reserved to be preserved.
Preserved it is
for the greatest endeavored quiz.
It's a chosen price to pay
for the gift of a new day.
A new chance dances in disguise
when one truly tries.
When the victory is achieved,
we celebrate.
Decorate.
Create.
Re- Create.
We work hard, then harder.
We keep going.
We don't look back.
We keep growing.
We be sure to stay right on track.
And when the day is finally over,
we never forget to celebrate.
Categories:
re create, analogy, life,
Form:
Ode