Best Rearrangement Poems
If there were room in your heart for me,
Would things be moved around to see
Exactly where my place might be?
Would there be a rearrangement,
A test of sorts or period of commitment?
Could I replace your deep resentment?
There once was room in your heart for me,
Reflections of all the love you would need,
Tarnished reflections you now want freed.
March 30, 2018
Cities panic
Earth weeps
Solar flares
Explosion, heat
Sun's surface
Erratic release
Her atmosphere
Radiation increase
Earth's ionosphere
Disruptive invade
Frequency, communications
Existence outplayed
Magnetic reconnection
Responsible rearrangement
Opposed fields
Worlds descent
Energetic particles
Aurora Borealis
Solar winds
Aurora Australis
Proton storm
Biochemical damage
Human body
Cooking, engage
Time scale
Visual detection
Two hours
Negative protection
Heat intensifies
Populations panic
Chaotic scenes
Earth manic
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The heart of a woman
Deeper than knowledge
Full of mysteries
Sometimes naïve
Other times delicate
A concoct of sorts
Only wisdom knows it
It’s a dangerous liaison of Lucifer
More dangerous than a tiger with cubs
Am afraid it’s the cause of wars
The tearing of families
The rearrangement of kingdoms
Ever resolute for destruction
I am bemused by her ways
Even the Lord was not spared by the ways of eve
Adam fell from the tango of Eve and Satan
Oh Lord help us
Mere mortals what do we know
I see the Holy Spirit
In His calmness
Bring peace where the heart of the woman has sojourned
It’s a mystery
It is powerfully satanic
Lord help us
A good woman who can find
Lord help me find one
Amen
The transition of love to hate, can take years or less
Never, ever could or would one have anticipated in their dream state
imagination, let alone awake, walking and talking reality, this 360 degree
change was possible, no red flags when you met then wed
no sirens alarmed, no fear or dread
Only love and love, the subtle irritants and endearments
will never be ' bones of contention '--NEVER !!!
Love will smother and drown the discord and darkness
Prevailing though all, that's what THEY say
No matter the messes, distresses, irks and fires
Then fewer caresses, and kisses, less to admire
Those cute, little idiosyncrasies morph into major annoyances
that drive you to the brink, then you think
I use to love when he did....or said....how he dressed...
how he said means things to me but said he was only joking...
how he used to drink a little, now lots, and comments are meaner
and obscene
and then you found those insults were mainly hurled when others were around
then home less and less, preferring to live at watering hole with friends
and AL, the liquid pal !!
And so on and so on, crud and crap
Losing ability to snap back, losing desire to get IT back
Well, there you go, now you know
The change, the rearrangement of emotional ecstasy to
hate and disdain, fantasies of loving each other eternally
now internally destroyed and decimated, way beyond decayed
and rotten, any fragments of love and soul
Gone, done, hate won, --- BUT---what could have been done different
I tried, from minor, tiny changes to major ones, quite significant
I really, honestly, wish that love conquered all
But seems unrealistic and impossible, just a fantasy
Beyond the imagination, eternal love and romance
"Golden Roads"
A Relationship...
Someone you call on to
blow lashes out your eye.
Does it in such a way,
it fixes the issue only
to have more problems ensue.
Clearly able to see, you say,
" Let me get a good look at you Beauty"
No matter how many showers you take,
they grip your insides
feels as if they know how
sickle cell's rearrangement.
Their presence makes you well.
Able to change your disposition
like a House Party switch position.
Eye contact. Thoughts go blind
and instincts as basic as
Sharon Stone holding an ice pick
comes to mind.
They know the way to Shangri-La
& satisfaction and take you there promptly.
The one person able to build you up
knows the exact brick to pull for your undoing.
But they never do. Edify you like medieval architecture
that reaches skyscraper heights.
It's rare to find someone who knows how
the yellow brick road was laid.
And whenever you need direction,
they point the way.
Kinda funny, it took Toto's loyalty,
courage, intelligence, a heart and missing home
to understand how to weather a storm.
Development laps at emaciated canvas
Exponential images whisper a thousand words
Chemical dip shifts generic into candid
Graphic effigy given vigour by a brief submerge
Slippery minutes expand sqare memoir
Retrieved from squalid pool, jumped illustrious
Pregnant with wisdom from an embalm
Faith puts detail on paper basic miscellaneous
Source of light firms fine composition
Blankness bask enables solid ice to effervesce
Supernatural Spirit delivered christens
Fermented parchment finds miracles manifest
15th February
Philosophic Rearrangement
Just sit back and play me your melody
I'm not really sure how it goes
Might be buying the lines you sell to me
So try not to bend any notes
You keep playing but you're not in tune
Out of key and the pitch is all wrong
And each verse that you ended too soon
Can be felt by the hooks in your song
And just like the poets before us
You'll have to dig down inside
To come up with a beautiful chorus
And ride the smooth flow of a rhyme
So just bring it to life with some patience
Make it catchy, something I want to hear
Top it off with some real nice arrangements
And let your music make love to my ear
~Billy Hitz~
Change is happening rapidly.
It will only seed up!
Humanity’s in the grip of explosive rearrangement.
How we handle it will be interesting to watch.
Some will get involved, attach it to themselves.
Others will pull away not wanting to lose their humanity.
Technology will be ever present, taking over our lives.
There will be no escaping it.
You may move to the country in an an attempt to get away.
To no avail. It will find you and absorb you as with everyone else.
The question is, will it be nirvana or will it be hell?
I guess only time will tell!
Blow, wind, blow out all my words.
They again shall rise
In someone's lightning eyes.
Cold, come, pack them into ice.
Someone's tongue shall ting
And speak upon Spring.
Winter, wrap them within gloom,
Hide them out of sight.
Find---someone's delight.
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This is a rearrangement of Haiku lines.
This sandwich is destitute
And the dijon has expired
A miraculous vision appeared to me, a gentle lady
One who gloriously gazed on my face
What is the life of but Art and Science?
The Shepherd's Dream?
When there are no living to remember the dead.
God knew of the culpability
The rearrangement of kitchen condiments
The kitchen being a cathedral of failure
Church of pie
I am the balcony in the balcony scene
And I'm exploring mental health through poetry
Hoggish, empty, splod.
Ins & Outs Magnetized by the Field
light air music
ejected from from the module
into the surrounding beaks I mean peaks
re-entry minus parachute
flapping arms swimming motions
there is direction
there is magnitude
kick stroke and glide
among the pecking crows
working at the edge of panic
gave the bastards the slip
a car wreck on legs
a bad selection of impressions
in the darkness and fog
because my attention span
is more mosaic than photographic
and mosaics imply rearrangement
ah well two hands and two feet
can wiggle only so much
step and gesture only so far
trying like a hummingbird
on Uncle Death's shoulder
to weigh in for good
neither abandoned by grief
nor orphaned by humor
the destruction of info by info
& vice versa the other way around
amplifies time's heartless plot
for reasons as follows:
2) there is no 1) and thus begins
3)
3) may as well get used to it and
try not to let the space between things
dictate
nature abhors the vacuum
the two U's right left stereo
4) quadrophonic
5) sleep picture
6) pull eye muscles pull!
7) the tissues somehow stay separate
8) we should leave this place
9) three out of five
much of what occurs does so
in the absence of my say so
the secret is this
the Earth may be flat
but it's not square
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
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In the bleached whitish sky
I am flying on a bellied pelican,
contemplating from above
a pastoral landscape
and I’m writing these lines.
Below are small people
on the slopes of a small hill
in the small groves
are making small love.
Unaware of the big people,
who are making a huge love
in the big groves
on the slopes of a tall mountain.
In the distance, you can see smeared cypresses
and Lebanese cedars,
and scrolls - Psalms of David.
They may heal diseases, twigs,
and rat bites.
And the rearrangement of the mysterious letters in the Kabbalistic text,
which are secrets of my secret.
The sweet pink pulp of fresh figs
in purple and burgundy colors
comfortably resting on a platter with a scorpion seal.
Shulamith,
the hot stones of the Judean desert are under your feet,
on the way to the Temple, which is washed with expensive blood or a cheap one.
(choose as you wish...).
Could I find you in the torn apart Petrograd?
Forgetting myself,
I am weaving fate from a rope of lasso.
How beautiful you are, Fata Morgana.
I'm hiding in a blue papyrus,
plunging forever into Nirvana,
for the next hour and a half ...
9.2019. NYC
The earth awaits
patiently
the return of its
scattered materials...
The matter processes
constantly its
reintegration to the mother
Earth...
we humans debug
progressively the spirit
to be together one day
composed to the divine and eternal light...!
What’s behind the closed curtains outside
I can see from inside with my eyes shut
If the curtains are closed, or open wide
It makes no big difference of that
It’s the real time plot of the falling star
The stage is set for the play
While I’m not among the extras so far
Am I going to be there someday?
And if I had known that it’s all predetermined
Or it may well appear to be
Would I've been able to change the tale's end
To a distinguishable degree?
Charles Ives knew what to do, when he rearranged
The Unanswered Question piece
This late rearrangement doesn't sound too sage
So the answer is better be missed.
Just sit back and play me your melody
‘Cause I’m not really sure how it goes
Might be buying the lines that you sell to me
So try not to bend any notes
You keep playing but you’re not in tune
Out of key and the pitch is all wrong
And each verse that you ended too soon
Can be felt by the hooks in your song
And just like the poets before us
You’ll have to dig deep down inside
To come up with a beautiful chorus
And ride the smooth flow of a rhythm
Just bring it to life with some patience
Make it catchy something I want to hear
Top it off with some real nice arrangements
And let your music make love to my ear
~Billy Hitz~