Best Rearranges Poems

Every day she comes to visit her,
lifts the spoon to her thin lips.
Quietly she sleeps, silently she weeps.
Life arrested in its waning grip.

Every day she comes with hope
that something in her changes.
Silently she weeps, quietly she sleeps
The memories time rearranges.

Every day she comes and wonders,
will...

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Meaning, ever bending, never ending-ly open to changing it's mind and opinions,
by moving around words and pulling and pushing in different directions,
until everything changes, rearranges pages in history
just for the mystery to begin again
with new songs, new players and these layers and layers
of summits and...

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I don't have to be
your ocean,
your sky,
your moon and stars and sun.

Just let me be the ground that carries your weight,
every move you make rearranges me.

Let me be the earth that is crushed with your heaviness,
all your steps marking over my flaws.

Please let me be...

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The greatest gift I can receive is that of friendship
It is also the greatest gift that I have to offer
It Transforms the the giver and receiver 
You have no idea who will be your friend
Some small or large gesture that clicks
Rearranges the idea of you
Helps...

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Twilight downs the sun as dreams appear on the screen of sleep

Slips into the subconscious realm and trips a few fuses in slumber

Adapts and clears clutter and narrates and alters the story in kind

Strips and clips a mind full of sentience like an ad-blocking app

When...

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I think personal faith
is just that – between you 
and God alone; which makes
all personal universal – 

meaning, that which we share 
with God is part and parcel of
Divine Creation. 
              ...

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A fact is a fact in it’s own fact
while dwelling in it’s own fact 
though not necessarily a fact 
in the face of the greater fact
but indeed a fact
while in the body of it’s own fact!
 

A babe is a fact
as a babe in fact
but...

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Daily Poetry #59, March 28, 2017
Word: Mitochondria 

108 billion people, and still, life just plays on repeat,
It’s grown so dull that we don’t care who we meet. 
Just a pile of meat steaks and trash bags,
We mindlessly make it through as the day drags. 

206...

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Some people hate risks
Fun is banned in quick whisks

More and more are afraid
The rules are only to be obeyed.

No appeals, no changes
Loving just rearranges

A cookie will break
Is the risk they'll take

But as they wipe away the smile
They enjoy the taste all the while.

"No more pain",...

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When you love someone.

                          When you love someone, they possess your whole mind
       ...

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Edward ( Bud ) Atfield
Brother / Uncle

There is little to inspire this,
a day of reflection, but loads of hope.

There is a brother / uncle I will miss,
who has reached the end of life’s rope.

At the end of the Grim Reapers noose
his spirit, his soul to...

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It seems just like yesterday not even gravity would take me off the earth
But when you took me into your arms, you changed it all

Scenes keep locks on the sound of love
I feed on riddles of words
Silence have something to say
Seeking through the shapes and...

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Falling asleep, you will see me –
faithful and yours for the claiming.
I won’t be asking, while caressing your sleep,
if we had been ever related.

Falling asleep, I will see you –
reaching concepts of piety, slowly sipping their taste:
and whatever we love, whatever we’re grieving
is becoming the...

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The switch flicks 
 - and in that moment everything changes. 
The flicking switch 
rearranges everything; 

what was important is suddenly 
unimportant.  Priorities re-prioritised. 
Problems of great magnitude 
minimised by the flicking of that switch. 

The world is magnified and 
suddenly a tiny usually...

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Chills interrupt me
Course of thought changes
Don't understand what I see
As the whole world rearranges

I squint to get a clear look in
Which transforms with every blink
Like a seconds glance is risky sin
As sight moves from scene to scene

Moments move and muses disappear
My expectations are erased
I question...

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