Best Readjust Poems
~ANGELS~
Within the abusive abyssal air, I greet you with a prayer
Within weathered winded wear, I defend in your despair
Thru calamitous city crumble I find you in your stumble
Thru mankind’s malignant mumble I bow to your humble
In the frightened fermenting fog I cleanse you in your clog
In the seducing smothering smog I seek of your demagogue
Lowered by love’s lamenting lust I return to heal and readjust
Lost in love’s layered crust I’ve come to rattle the restless rust
Of valleys low and mountain peaks I hear as the silence speaks
Of cinematic curving creeks, I glide in grace with solace sweeps
With the cascading canonized rain, I’ve come to break the chain
In pulsating punitive pain I’ve come to retire the ravaging reign
Hiding in hellion halls sinners scatter as Satin sovereignly stalls
With lasting Love and fireballs waiting upon the Masters' calls
Hovering over horrific hells I flap my wings to reflect the spells
Detaining evil in dormant dwells releasing love in wishing wells.
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Sept.04.2017
ANGELS
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The sand pelts my skin, as it blows with the wind. The waves lap at my toes, once again and again.
All this beauty surrounds me, near this magical sea. But one thing just dumbfounds me, why'd I leave-why'd I leave.
In the crystal blue waters, my spirit felt free. I gazed long at the wonders, and the views there to see.
On the shores I felt happy, near that magical sea. So my soul keeps on asking, why'd I leave-why'd I leave.
In the jungle waits adventure, and fruits beyond dreams. Where far in the distance, a menehuné man screams.
Standing just three feet tall, spear readied in hand. The menehuné sit waiting, to protect this great land.
They hide in the bushes, they hide in the trees. And again the thought pushes, why'd I leave-why'd I leave.
In great bamboo forests, all the canes block the light. But I assure it's the purest, of any dark sight.
As they sway with the breeze, ones mind sets at ease. But once again my words breathe, why'd I leave-why'd I leave.
Winding trails cross rivers, then journey through caves. In the pitch dark one quivers, but must remain brave.
For at the end of the darkness, you will find a great sight. Once your eyes readjust, to the quick change of light.
Right before you you'll find, a great cliff you must climb. But it's fantastic views, will be one of a kind.
You'll see fountains of water, pouring out from hillsides. As they carve through the mountains, you'll be filled with much pride.
Knowing all this is yours, for this moment in time. But I pray don't let go, for all this, was once mine.
It was mine to explore, it was all mine to roam. It was my sandy shore, it was my island home.
But now here in this city, I'm filled with self pity. As my heart slowly sinks, and my mood becomes shitty.
I always will grieve, this mistake I believe. And always will scream, why'd I leave-why'd I leave...
Writings moving through me with the Holy Spirit,
Inviting exquisite artistry like Hebrew so I write it automatically,
Transmitted and sent with rugged style of construed truth,
To induce questions within the golden age of the awakening youth,
With the use of visions of visionary proof, bulletproof like Zeus,
Introducing the almighty sources most improved writer produced,
So I invite ya on a journey of tighter constructs so don't run,
Fearlessly aware of rats in this reality so I duck rarely,
Instead face them face to face infallibly and chat,
With Steez like Mortal Kombat fatalities I stomp that,
With comprehensible written abstracts Quincy Mac adapts,
Mindful of the traps that collapse inner wisdom,
A system coded with good and evil,
Skill is needed for survival while traveling this steep path uphill,
Yeah I say it again and again, I dig deep, consuming the blue pill,
Morpheus taught me this and gave me tips within the matrix,
So I resume and bloom from nourishment of the living water,
A human absorber of both order and disorder,
Peripheral sight foreseeing clearly like within Clearwater,
That's productive income seeing over the wall to wisdom,
Positive action is turning away from pessimism,
Preconceived programmed system injected into everyone,
Well done if you truly understand but always question ya perception,
Redeem me so I can know all of the famous knowledge tree,
Lambs feed small bits of bread but become sleepy,
Freely become tired, can't see the deceit so they go to sleep,
Those who feel incomplete question and seek meat,
Unique are those who stand with spiritual physique,
Some taste the meat and retreat because they're weak,
Weakness from removal of oneness so life can't complete us,
Readjust, find love remove and let go of the deception of ego,
Undergo inner self help to find a spirit that flows,
Yes ya heard it from Quincy and the wise throughout history,
It's no mystery that you can have inner mastery,
So head towards the tree that shows you how to see,
You and me have to stop being refugees and start to foresee,
By being a spiritual human being by receiving a healing degree,
So be smarter and good natured at heart,
Embark on the journey out of the dark.
Quincy Mac
Date Written: 5.4.2016
Whenever I am reorganizing and freeing up space in the garage, it's always just a matter of time before she'll come calling.
Or I'm on the computer writing or catching up on the news, it never fails that an urgent honey do was just about due.
She's been visiting relatives for the last two weeks. She's got two more weeks before she returns home to me.
More than expected, I felt her absence the very first week. Several times I have caught myself waiting to be interrupted.
Often I've had to readjust or reprogram my mind; "Home alone". I say to myself, "Oh wow, she's not here", and resume my activity.
In 45 years of marriage, we have never been separated this long. Realistically, for the first time, I am missing her in a whole new way.
In 45 years, I've never missed her this long, this much, this way. I'm niether bored nor lonely, because I always have plenty to do.
I have been gathering and eatting more tomatoes since she's been gone.
I suspect I'll be eatting crowder peas and zucchini before she gets home.
I wish she could have seen me gathering peaches and nectarines today.
I can't deny; I've eatten more ice cream than I should; but I'm not all bad.
Why, a couple of days ago, I made a very tasty peach/nectarine smoothie. I must confess; I just have to say; I kid you not; and believe me when I say.
I will welcome her return and not be sad when things return to normal. But I'm 'tickled pink' that since she's been gone, the phone hardly rings anymore!!
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Muslims and christians clashes, the worst sectarian violence!
Therefore I urge christians and muslim to readjust their neighbourliness,
and friendliness to receive reconcilliation approval from the powers above!
Never have put all my faith, in someone I've not met
but when it comes to Presidents, I had to hedge my bet
I listened, just to what was said, from the horses mouth
teleprompter easy read, what's from his heart went south
Everyone just turns away, because of who has spoken
the little "adlibs" at the end, are called a "trademark token"
It took awhile to readjust, not comfortable at first
waiting for the "Hope and Change", instead things just got worse
I don't put words in peoples mouths, news briefly passes by
hesitations, pauses too, just watch and you'll know why
His demeanor says it all, can't look you in the eye
like a child's hand in a cookie jar, caught in another lie
I voted Independent, just like I always do
"08" I said I'll take a chance, and vote for something new
Took a chance and voted once, against what's in my heart
hoping this would be the one, to give us a fresh start
Listened to the arguments, on both the Left and Right
checked my dwindling bank account, it's almost out of sight
Some people think I'm selfish now, look at the flag I've flown
it's odd I've no Entitlements, and pay for my own Phone
How do you let him off the hook, divided we now stand
his bitterness shows near and far, beyond the Rio Grand
If you don't agree with him, they say you're spewing hate
they won't sit down and talk it out, no common sense of late
People think they understand, compassion in their hearts
you have "yours", let them have "theirs", forget that "theirs is ours"
Try to remain civilized, and show them you do care
he seems to think we "owe the world", his way to make it fair
Redistribution of our wealth, the "Robin Hood" effect
give it to the "have-nots, their life is such a wreck
If you never worked for "it", believe me you're not owed
reason for the "Bridge Card"? We won't know we've been snowed
He's not alone you understand, "bad apple in the bunch"
I really think he tops the list, of course that's just a hunch
We can go back a lot of years, "W M D s" and more
his sights are set, it's "Tunnel Vision", to give away the "Store"
Bring them in, from down below, he'll smile and look away
knowing well, that all of them, are surely here to stay
A scary thought (you know it's true) he's letting ISIS in
his hope and change "America", he tries, but will not win.....
A NATION IN CRISIS…FALLING APART
It has been said that America
is an experiment in democracy.
If that is so—and it seems to be—
this country is in deep septic trouble.
Today, the mad dog political moniker
can no longer be looked upon as a joke;
for America, in its political experiment
in democracy, has truly gone made and
is now falling apart from its rabid agents
of abject bigotry, hate, and racism.
It appears that the pre-experimental exercise
of attempting to make slaver as common
as shackling pets today, has forced
modern-day mad dog political power mongers
to readjust their corruptive variables
to ensure desired collateral damage outcomes.
Indeed, the demonizing of the innocent
to rationalize ethnic-based murder,
has become a Hitler-like tactic
that has proven its “negative-good” desire
that has arisen from this Frankenstein-styled
political experimentation—sick exploitation.
Though most of the rabid “hit men” of the racist
power-mongers are dead, others and their backers,
due to the allowed irregularities of justice, will and do,
remain alive to pontificate their demeaning rhetoric
of coded domestic terrorism, painfully canvassing
a bloody mosaic of a grieving nation in a bloody crisis.
How long America…how long shall it be…before
this nation becomes inoculated against the viral infection
of apathy that seems to have taken on a rabid smallpox-like
endurance, that continues to mesmerize us to simply watching
the newsy dramatization of the falling apart of a nation in crisis?
Pray tell—God’s will done—the answer will be…not long!
Wake up, people! This is no damn nightmare; it’s today’s reality.
Imbalance
Was it worth it I say to you my Lord?
The agony and the despair in a group.
Right and wrong define a mega-loop.
Some are enthralled others are bored.
Some balanced to strike a right chord.
You give you take with one big whoop.
I see and I blend like a homemade soup.
I adjust and readjust daily with a sword.
Sometimes I just want to run away,
But where would I go, you’d follow.
I scream kick and shout just to stay.
But then you’ll get way too hollow.
So I am damned if I do and damned if I do not.
So I tip my hat to imbalance and cast you a lot.
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2008
The characteristics of mankind has not changed from generation to generation
And we're all still the children of He who ordained creation
As there's nothing new under the sun and we need to comprehend
That basically we are all the same under the skin
We all have a good side as well as a bad
We all have some traits that we wish we didn't have
From Adam to Aaron from Ruth to Rehab
We're all alike be it indifferent, happy or sad
Yet God has a way of letting us know this one fact
He will often times make us aware of our bad acts
And when we fall down then we're more able to see
That maybe it's time to readjust our personalities
I've always felt that grey hair was a silent testimony
Of experiencing life's journey as we move towards maturity
And by gaining wisdom and knowledge as we travel along
Now better equipped to discern right from wrong
As the resurrection power that came through Jesus the Christ
Allowing us to rise above the dead things in life
Still standing and inhaling because of Jesus' sacrifice
Still standing and inhaling in the midst of pain, agony and strife
Still standing and inhaling knowing that we've sustained
The Spirit of God that inside of us remains
Now a little older, a little wiser with no room for bitterness
Inhaling the word of God so that we can now be blessed
Still standing and inhaling waiting for Jesus to return
Still standing and inhaling living by the scriptures that we've learned
Now realizing that the adversary has always been around
Now understanding that in this world evil can always be found
Still standing and inhaling witnessing for the Lord Jesus the Christ
Still standing and inhaling with the Great Commission as our purpose in life
Still standing and inhaling the glorious word of the almighty God
Still standing and inhaling with love in our hearts
The doctor injected something in me when I was just a embryo!
I figured my mother was the enemy standing at the end of the rainbow.
As a babe I use to take off my diaper and throw it at my baby sitter Sandy!
When I was a kid I bullied other children out of their candy.
In elementary my teacher asked what I would grow up to be? I stood in front of the
class
told her to kiss my azz and screamed like a banshee!
I remember the first time I played "house" with the girl next door.
She told me I was her pimp and she was my whore!
Before school I would get drunk on Belvedere.
I use to sit in class behind this nerd and thump him in the ear!
As a teenager I thought I was being haunted.
I would tell girls what they desired just to get what I wanted.
I use to get into fights a lot.
At 16 my Grandmomma caught me smoking pot!
My first job was a McDonald's drive-thru.
Customers would get an attitude, put me in a bad mood,
So I put a booger in their "big-mac," smiled, and said "Sorry I was rude to you!"
The year I turned 17, that Halloween I inhaled some gasoline.
That night my sister caught me masturbating to a magazine!
At 19 yrs old I became a world renowned gigolo.
Not long after I was abducted by a UFO!
I travelled constellations for over a decade.
"Marvin The Martian" returned me to earth after our last Venus Crusade.
It took me a couple years to readjust.
Even today I still smell like moondust!
And so I became a man with no self-control.
I'll forever stand a demented soul!!!
*Wrote for Olusequn Adelna contest "Make my head fall off (lol)"
This poem is purely fictional, my morbid humor;) Visit me on facebook
When seeking a respite from the city,
I turn to Nature's calm and tranquil ways.
And go to a lake that's beyond pretty,
a quiet place to camp for a few days
while I relax, soaking up the sun's rays.
For the primal pulse of Nature, for me,
beats in the rugged mountains: still serene.
There, I readjust my reality,
to fit places, pristine, peaceful, and green;
where Nature cuts my strings and sets me free.
A babbling brook mutes anxiety's voice,
granting quietude to my troubled soul.
City life is a necessary choice:
yet it's like I'm in a bottomless hole,
with little hope of ever feeling whole.
I love hiking in the old-growth forests,
surrounded by tall, centuries-old trees.
Nature needs no gardeners or florists:
and I get to shout as loud as I please,
communicating with the birds and bees.
The cold and gloomy weather upon us
Like a shroud of humdrum bitter harshness
Gives us cause to look inward for solace
Stirring up dormant passion to harness
As approaches the day of Thanksgiving
Reserved to express heartfelt gratitude
With joy we count every single blessing
Readjust as needed our attitude
In front of heaped bounty we sit and feast
With our family under a warm roof
Safe from perilous harm from man or beast
Appreciating luck isn't shatterproof
Not taking for granted our good fortune
Thankful every day free of misfortune
AP: 1st place 2020, Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on October 22, 2018 for contest SHAKESPEAREAN SONNET sponsored by CAROLYN DEVONSHIRE & JACK HORNE - RANKED 9TH
This is what awaits at home -
(I'll try explaining in a poem).
Taxi line or Uber call.
Heat I cannot take at all.
Mail piled up and plants a'droop.
Empty fridge or fruit-turned goop.
Messages on the machine.
Headlines that I haven't seen.
Laundry basket quickly filled.
Jet lag feelings 'bout to build.
Car begrimed and yes, by cricket,
Windshield likely sports a ticket.
Just this morning, eggs and scones
But flying home to local zones,
I'll need some time to readjust
Before the mem'ries turn to dust.
Ash Wednesday, one day to reflect
why Christ our souls would resurrect.
Good it is to be in accord,
time spent in fasting and prayer,
repenting of sin and despair.
Good that forgiveness is implored,
not fearing fickle consequence
or flaunting lack of confidence.
Good, relationships are restored
between servant and the Master,
triumph instead of disaster.
Good is one day spent with the Lord.
Ash Wednesday, one day to reflect,
any Wednesday in retrospect.
Better to find a church with worth
where daily friends will help you cope
worshiping One who brings new hope.
Better for you God’s truth unearth -
studying the Scriptures with friends,
learning God’s wisdom never ends.
Better to know in wealth and dearth,
your faith in God is paramount;
and circumstances do not count.
Better any day to, discern your re-birth.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust!
Best of all, our Creator God -
Daily, He is loving and just.
Best of all, our Savior Jesus -
Every hour, One you can trust.
Best of all, indwelling Spirit -
Each moment helps us readjust.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust!
Steadfast holiness is a must.
written May 11, 2018
Ready, with God’s help, to
Resurge, recuperate,
Reawake, recover,
Restore, rejuvenate,
Revitalize, repair,
Renew, regenerate,
Readjust—post-Covid
April 16, 2021
entered in Kim Merryman's Pleiades R contest Placed 1st
June 10, 2021
entered in the Global Reset '21 contest
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