Best Reassembled Poems

Melodious kaleidoscope
of broken glass,
Its mosaic montage
consumes lost encounters;
a toasting ceremony
for what perished.

Committed specialization
expires unrewarded.
Sand dollars of short-sightedness
decorate 
the exacting goddess 
of broken importance.

Sliced open, 
laid bare, 
and reassembled,
the vintage gown
of fractioned fragments
unites again 
with the society of tarts and cakes.

The time bundle 
of formulated heartbeats,
pulsate...

Continue reading...

When dulled down shock painfully became
a pickaxe ache behind shimmering eyes,
the bludgeoning screen hammered memory cells
repeatedly, over and over.
Tears exploded, soft rain dampened flame,
the grumbling dust cloud debris disguised
broken hearts bursting in agonised swells
searching for life confirmation.

Crashed vultures, evil in senseless flight,
beating humanity for hours...

Continue reading...

I fancy that I have a name 
as I tentatively note
     that my skin can still be warmed 
      
  my heart soars -
        not forgotten by the...

Continue reading...

Pieces of my mind
Shatter
Splatter 
Onto the floor
Reflective side facing up
Showing multiple faces of thought
There they lay, upon a burdened earth
Waiting to be picked up
Reassembled
So to reflect light as a whole
An effect to stimulus of consciousness
Eagerly
Hands grab at jagged shards
Blood
Pain
Pushing past, with glue of thought
One goal
To...

Continue reading...

Broken pieces
intermingled
scatteredshatters
unsorted
reassembled
a mosaic of madness
blending
scars and flaws
into the beauty
of a shared life.

John G. Lawless
©3/10/2019...

Continue reading...

Blazing hot sweats rolled down my back,
A cloudless sky was at reach from my palm’s view,
My eyes centered on the sun as it stood above my head.
Summer’s end sneaked around the corner,
But its endless heat
Fooled me to think it would never cease.
 
Milky sand grains...

Continue reading...

A broken mirror
A gustily reflection of misfortunes
I don’t recognise myself anymore
An honest look at my dishonesty
Yes, I’m a liar
The image distorted with each retreating step of shame
I take, and I move ten steps backwards in life
The falling pieces like sharp knifes
Pierce the ground with screaming...

Continue reading...

Centuries of lies, a hollow myth
Perpetuated by charlatans with great ceremony
The Greatest Show, the living bread
The crowd sustained and animated by necromancy
The will is fused, the body dismembered and reassembled
Eager dehumanization, they tread the path
An ancient instinct, hereditary chains
Lift the chalice, a cannibal rite
Commit the...

Continue reading...

The Last Viking
There had been a war in my part of the world, peace there is never one,
people fight wars in other parts of the world more brutal than ever before.
The first winter of peace was the coldest anyone old could remember and
ducks feet froze...

Continue reading...

Splash Bang Reflection


W ~ hen it has hit home with a big splash bang or silent reflection that time

E ~ lapses and fireworks are for the moment and not forever young displays


W ~ here here and now not there and then or never deserves some...

Continue reading...

Humpty-Dumpty sat on the wall and gambled,

   That if he fell his yolk would not be scrambled.

      Yet when he fell,

         He cracked his shell.

     ...

Continue reading...

Dear Sir Thomas:

Angels 
never fly 
too far away.
Cherubs
are 
pious messengers 
cloaked in 
ribbed-serpentine
streamers;
bathing 
themselves
in a bemused 
shower
of rainbow-lit
banderoles.

Stifled 
in an unseen
internal silence -
a clandestine court 
of guardians;
our private angels,
unassumingly,
fold their 
winged extremities
and gloriously 
chant messianic
chorales without an 
operatic note
perceived.

No gestures.
Nothing mumbled.
The chosen few...
we know better.
...

Continue reading...

She gazed at the looking glass, but the mirror refused to grant her a preview of what might happen, a clear picture of where she had been and if she existed at all, the spectre of the moment seemed to be disguised from inspection. Coming...

Continue reading...

My most troubling client
told me he died last night.

While this did not appear to be his somber case,
nor, sadly,
did my home office silently resound
like this was his actual historical peace,
I did conjure up sufficient energy
to ask why he thought so
or felt so
or hoped so
or feared...

Continue reading...

Ancient Time Collapse 

Ancient time collapsed on mirrored distances
Taking history, its ripples, down in the sand
Lost in the reflected wide eyes of children looking up
They will never know what time it is

Archeologists use the suns surveillance guidance system 

Sextants by sea employed, sojourning to history
Compass...

Continue reading...