Best Rebuilds Poems
where's mistake perhaps i have found
without loving my heart can't live sound
i never hurt any one as i know and think
misunderstanding may cause due to missing link
i am suspected and sometimes i am blamed
without any fault many times i am ashamed
i know i am very simple and God believer
i love all so i am inflicted in to brain fever
though love is my biggest mistake ever i find
this mistake rebuilds me and gives me peace of mind
Written on: 2nd July 2016
Categories:
rebuilds, emotions, life, love,
Form:
Rhyme
A CASTLE OF TEMPTATION
Proudly standing amidst three lochs, verdant hills
a Castle enciente breathing beauty but sadly chants
passed feuds sparking battles having harried their foe
and it's demise caused by Frigates cannonball screams.
Colonel MacRae-Gilstrap rebuilds now redeemed:
stoned arch bridge supersede the sea highway flow,
circular stairs and ceilings with coat of arms grants
changes made but its history today remains still
Tourists not deterred by ghost tales scary extreme
But await they exercise for imaginations to show
the setting, a romantic reincarnation that enchants
attracted lovers to celebrate their matrimonial thrill
Eilean Donan Castle in its stunning reachable location
pose the Western Highlands of Scotland a temptation.
Written by: Olive Eloisa Guillermo and James Andrew Fraser
8:46 pm; August 18, 2015
Categories:
rebuilds, beautiful, england, history, spanish,
Form:
Rhyme
A cat sat on a buckaroo hat
A hat that was not a hat
but a Flying Fox bat,
A bat like a hat
that was not a bat
but a Spacecraft
from the planet Cobalt…
Can you just picture that?
This story is as simple as that,
A Spacecraft like a bat
Slick, smooth and flat
with a cockpit and all that
and a cat from the planet cobalt
in an outer space, as far as that…
There’s more to it than that.
While chasing an alien Rogue Rat
in and around the galaxy and all that,
Cat Cobalt in the outer space got lost
in the rat’s extraterrestrial habitat…
Now, what’s up with that?
Here and there, with this and that
From beyond yonder just like that
Poor Cat Cobalt on our Earth fell flat,
No ceremony and no welcoming mat…
Oh, who would ever want that?
To get back home this resilient cat
with one purpose alone and that’s that
He rebuilds the broken Spacecraft
with the help of one domestic cat
and goes back home to Planet Cobalt
Now no one knows where it’s at…
This ends the tale of the Cobalt cat!
~08/01/18
~"Cat Poems" contest by Tania Kitchin
Categories:
rebuilds, cat,
Form:
Rhyme
A CASTLE OF TEMPTATION - collab with JA Fraser
A CASTLE OF TEMPTATION
Proudly standing amidst three lochs, verdant hills
a Castle enciente breathing beauty but sadly chants
passed feuds sparking battles having harried their foe
and it's demise caused by Frigates cannonball screams.
Colonel MacRae-Gilstrap rebuilds now redeemed:
stoned arch bridge supersede the sea highway flow,
circular stairs and ceilings with coat of arms grants
changes made but its history today remains still
Tourists not deterred by ghost tales scary extreme
But await they exercise for imaginations to show
the setting, a romantic reincarnation that enchants
attracted lovers to celebrate their matrimonial thrill
Eilean Donan Castle in its stunning reachable location
pose the Western Highlands of Scotland a temptation.
Written by: Olive Eloisa Guillermo and James Andrew Fraser
8:46 pm; August 18, 2015
Categories:
rebuilds, beauty, corruption, death, history,
Form:
Rhyme
Northside of Chi-Town is full of emotion.
In the ‘45 Series Cubs and Tigers are battling.
Sianis buys two tickets to show his devotion.
Is booted ‘cause his billy goat won’t stop bahbling.
He curses the Cubbies and causes a commotion.
But spring is rooted in fans' love and devotion
Like lush, green, yellow, crimson, ivy will never
Stop growing. Year after year fans fear
Hearts will shatter but remain forever
Faithful chanting “Wait ‘til next year!”
Generations grow up cheering with great emotion.
Generations grow old enduring gut-wrenching loss
Bleeding among Lovable Losers time
And again, but no Cubbie faithful dares cross
To the Southside—it’d be a traitorous crime.
In 2003, faithful fans’ love and devotion
Promises fruition as Dusty Baker
Arrives Northside heralded as the Cubs’ savior.
But NLCS Game 6 at Wrigley is a heartbreaker.
Cubs need five outs but collide with a traitor.
Steve Bartman’s still in hiding; his name elicits emotion.
Castillo’s bat aims grenade over foul territory.
Cubs’ fielder Alou springs towards the heavens to snatch
But when feet touch dirt Cubs land in purgatory.
Faithful gasp: Curse of the Billy Goat sets a rematch.
Since that fateful day in ‘45 exploding with emotion
Wrigley hasn’t seen another World Series.
Since Bartman's affair in 2003, Cubs haven’t won
A playoff series. But Billygoat yaks to Mrs. O’Leary’s
Ol’ Cow an’ scoffs at the new scapegoat’s unearned run.
In 2011, after 91-losses, Ricketts proves his devotion
Adding the sabermetrics guru who now values emotions.
Epstein arrives at Northside championing human connections
Rebuilds Cubs’ roster with players who reverse the motion
108-years and character solves equation for a winners’ resurrection.
Hearts ripping open is a crushing emotion
But fans never stopped believin' in near
Foreseeable future ‘cause they’re loyal
Lovers and nothin’s as good as baseball ‘n’ beer
At Wrigley for 81 games on your own home soil.
Categories:
rebuilds, america, angst, baseball, celebration,
Form:
Rhyme
Popular with so many,
yet I tend to keep to myself.
Can be a difficult person to get along with,
to those without understanding of the
divine drive that I've been blessed with.
I've been implanted with the desire to set
a course toward's my dreams that are predestined
within me... No time to mess around.
Our time is short down here, I do try to remember
to love.
So different than many of the people I regularly
hang around me...
When I run into other folks who are like me, understand
me; these I cannot help but take delight in.
My world was about to get a make over with more
compassion, I became inclined to write about the beauty
and growing heart I have received from our Lord and King,
who continuously restores, rebuilds my heart, renews my mind...
Because apparently my mind was filled with darkness, sometimes rage
because of how uncomfortable it is to try to fit into my earthly skin ...
all the physical changes it goes through as the days of my life
pass from birth to death.. Keeping my mind to stay on Thee Lord to have
my thoughts turn to You the Life Giving Water.
You my Lord put strange works and ways in me; so to the logical
world Your mysterious works, mysterious ways... me who seems
one of those foolish things... this vessel You use to confound the wise...
Categories:
rebuilds, beauty, blessing, change, destiny,
Form:
Ballad
I shall not cry on the shoulder that supports me,
I shall not weep for this sweet passing,
through the celebrations and pitfalls,
the heartaches and achievements,
joys and sorrows,
you gave me inner peace and spurred my creativeness.
Everything one touches becomes connected,
with every outreached hand of kindness
we,
as a society,
grow,
and become one.
From connectivity we live on
in the teachings we pass to those still here
and the expressive creations we leave behind.
So I will not weep on this shoulder I lean on,
I will not cry over your passing
because you live on
in every one of my pen strokes,
each note I offer to the crowd,
every ounce of healing I give to someone.
Your energy surrounds
and consoles us,
even as we gather together
to say this bitter goodbye,
as you join the souls of our ancestors
whom hold us up at our worst
and light the way in our darkest hour.
Our lighthouse,
in the maelstrom of life.
I can't cry on this shoulder you give me,
I won't weep from your passing,
for you could take what was discarded,
almost reinvent it
with a flourish of your whimsy.
Though you had gotten lost in your travel
it doesn't affect what you gave me,
for because of you,
my touch
alters the future,
every nuance,
Every Verse,
EVERY MELODY I CREATE,
can destroy or build up what is our now,
and I want it to heal it.
So I shall not weep on the shoulder that holds me,
I shall not cry because you have left us,
for our time here is ours
and what we do with it,
how we touch the Earth is all that matters.
Passing is just the next step in life
that rebuilds the closeness of humanity.
In loving memory of Denise Ruth Wyllie May 2, 2017
Beloved Aunt, Mother, Sister.
Categories:
rebuilds, death of a friend,
Form:
Free verse
RICH IS THE BLOOD!
A witch has capabilities to get me if I am curse.
God knows she can scare a stone in his or her godly works.
However, the road I travel leaves her flabbergasted.
Her spells and portion becomes acid.
The water from the rain shrinks her head into a grue fuse.
The eyes in the back of her head become a muddle puddle.
Culmination tarns, when another Great Lake forms.
A warlock is her next-to-kin, or might he be her husband?
On the lagoon, sits a village of huts.
The anger of passion can make all combustible.
Meres form in the fire trucks.
The hoses swarm around as a flood.
Insurance rebuilds the village of huts into a majestic megalopolis.
Aplomb all are in their Heliopolis.
In a paroxysm, drives the Papadopoulos family.
Making a wrong turn ended them at their home in Megalopolis.
Not a difference was seen and they never return to their origin.
They are fifth generation now with family throughout the universe.
Their blood has made real children for all.
Revelation of the witchcraft has evolve.
The witches and warlocks of Megalopolis control and solve all created
worlds.
________________________________________|
PENNED ON AUGUST 20, 2014!
Categories:
rebuilds, creation, dark, environment, faith,
Form:
Free verse
Dear god, she prays, an unfamiliar sensation,
The words tripping clumsily off her tongue:
Dear God, I know I don’t talk to you as often as I should
And I know I sin like it’s going out of style,
But please,
Please, with icing sugar and bourbon on top,
Please don’t take this gift away –
Please don’t renege on this cushy deal,
This transcendental understanding that lies
Between your lofty lap and my roman nose;
Please don’t take my lover away…
This divine effigy of manliness and destructive beauty,
Please let him stay with me, as mine,
At least for a few years more;
Don’t smite him with your bolts from the blue,
Or slip him a tender dose of death in the witching hour;
Please don’t infect me with some outrageous affliction,
To drive him from my side
And please, oh please, don’t corrupt the fragile love that blooms,
Tenuous and oh so sacred, inside the walls of his generous heart
For it is this love that nourishes,
That sustains and rebuilds and redeems this, my condemned soul
He is all that stands between me and the gallows of hell
Without him I should be lost, cut adrift on a high tide
Of my own masochistic machinations
And, weeping, wailing, I would slowly drown,
My lungs filling with the residue of my broken heart
And the filth of nineteen years of dogged sadomasochism
Until, with a last lachrymose sigh, I would slip beneath the waters
Never to see him again, my fallen angel, my ashen deity,
My testament to true love…
Never to kiss his heaven-sent lips…or stroke his feather-down hair
Or spend another blissful night,
Tucked safe inside his arms…
Categories:
rebuilds, devotion, faith, loveheart, heart,
Form:
Free verse
Life as a Butterfly
Beautiful in every way
Flying free through life, not a care in the world
soaring the highest mountians
Flying with ease
Until he drops to he's knees
Wings broken, Soul damaged
But still finds hope to carry on
Life rebuilds in different ways
New hope is given and life begins, But without his wings
Walking along the new path that lies ahead
Trying to stay possitive without feeling like he's dead
He will swallow his pride and start a new journey
Walking and gaining strength along the way
Taking one day at a time
learning to live without wings,trying new things
Love and strength will get him through
Reaching new depths he never knew
Enjoying every moment of his new wingless life
Trying to stay focussed on the shining light
Taking each new breath with ease, feeling the beautiful breeze
Appreciating each new step, walking with no regret
Categories:
rebuilds, life, hope, life, strength,
Form:
ABC
Once the police began to ban
all social gatherings, we decided
to reignite the ritual of barbarism
crucial at the core of survival
without compassion or cause of
duty, simply to have something
destructive to do that didn't land
us behind the grid to be silenced.
Cruelty gets harnessed in fists
compressing the void like the
nothings we were always deemed
to be on our side of normalcy,
just parallel to every other street
named after a plague or society-
collapsing fire or market tumble,
running ramshackle into destiny.
As the lines of communication get
tossed aside by fearful minds raiding,
even the act of standing firm becomes
a challenge to the status of plenty.
Each sting rebuilds my structure
anew in memory and scar tissue
to capture the element not boxed
for barter or sale: my immortality.
Categories:
rebuilds, allegory, satire
Form:
Free verse
On my trip across the land
I could only marvel at the gifts from God's hand,
He entrusted them to man
This once perfect virgin land.
What I saw made me cry
For Perfection was no longer nigh
The rolling hills of lush green land
Had now been turned into blow sand
And why did man abuse this gift
Because of greed, you get my drift
And just why did man have this need?
Because of Satan and his seed.
One day man will have to pay
As hunger takes the lives away
And God stands at the Gate
To welcome those who lost to fate.
Only when man returns to God
Will this begin to heal the sod
When Satan's day on earth is through
Will the world begin anew?
When will man begin to see
The world as it is today
Can naturally return
To what it was like yesterday
The ice age became a desert scene
and eventually again it did turn green
Man was not then in nature's plan
Only the Master's Hand
The Knowing who study history
And blame man for the O zone threat
Forget that eons ago
There were no men to cause this yet
This piece of land was connected to that
And only split off after a spat
Now I hear the world was never flooded
Only the place where Noah resided
Who can they blame then?
The Dinosaurs for smoking coal
Or the volcanos that blew their smoke
Or the camels and Rhinos in former ice fields?
No, this is no joke
The earth is the earth as in eons past
It decays and rebuilds
As set down by His Will.
Categories:
rebuilds, faith, history, hope, inspirational,
Form:
Quatrain
As i breathe, in my conquered castle left with no rusty dime
I might be of no value than a stinking body
Lying with no memory in its jagged skull staring moody
Alas! Am still one of em pillar, that holds to kill time.
If you doubt, let the sudden whirlwind sweep me farther
Whether imbalance wouldn't consume my position wither,
Thus if i lag with my friendly mug of palm wine,rolling my kiff-kiff laughter
Do not deposit your tank of lank spit on my face nor my spirit with your tongue,
slaughter.
For, i know, must buy wrapper for the ranting and panting woman, and loaf for the
yelling children
And send kolanut to the neighbouring brethren
But Man must not trespass those gods' barricade
For the stamp of Hierarchy cannot from our Being fade.
Till one is gone, and another rebuilds the fallen Jerusalem
For, creator baked all for a purpose and must not bear castigation emblem.
Categories:
rebuilds, inspirational, philosophy,
Form:
Sonnet
we're living in an era of ignorance
we lost our innocense
at fourteen your too young to vote but old enough for death sentences
these politcians are hypocrits
for the atrocities that they commit we face imprisonment
durring this pro American sentiment
how could we forget the scores of poor ignored
while we finance a war
that bombs then rebuilds them
feed their children
while the ones back home
have to fend for their own
life is wonderul and miserable depends on the time frame
the birth of Almasi(my son) the death of Dwayne(my cousin)
I went bezerk it hurt clutching his blood soaked shirt
while he lay on the Earth leaking blood on the dirt
I cried to the sky please guide me father
at times this world is so dark I need night vision goggles
i lost friends to ignorance
bullets and jail stints
drug habbits and various patterns of bull ish
I've navigating through dangerous
streets trying to claim us
beast trying to tame us
friends turned to strangers
I have ducked heat from flammers
by mennacing strangers
thinking I will survive like gloria gaylor
its a small world but I got big plans
but it gets hard like trying to jog through quicksand
but I found GOD on both knees with cluthced hands
but kept getting invitations from the Devil to dance
so i went below the surface
became more observant
hand shakes are fake they dont mean a thing
a smile can be a predator preparing his fangs
I severed ties with friends who's minds were stagnated
had king pin dreams but never quite made it
friendships were torn
and habbits were formed
and the ones who escaped crack
heroin snatched
and I engaged in acts that were so unGodly
only he can judge me punish me or pardon me
watching this world makes me shed eye water
our sons get slaughtered and denegrated ours daughters
its the sign of the times cant you see that people
first it rained airplanes then the mail was lethal
ghetto youths indisputes they spray A.K s
suburban kids throw pipebombs in school hallways
after so many years of feeding violence to youths
I guess those chickens came home to roost
Categories:
rebuilds, angst, black african american,
Form:
Rhyme
A sparkling jewel
Of nature
It brings peace
To my soul
Fills the
Empty hole
Slows down
My heartbeat
Stops the retreat
And rebuilds
Refills
My heart
With wonder
With hope
With silence.
Pained
As I am
By my past
The re-casting
Of my being
The removal
Of my all-seeing
Alter-ego
Is a certainty
When on the boat
To Lerwick
With waves
Licking
The sides
And the rhythm
Of the slow
Humming
Engine
Slowing my rhythm
Sending
Me to sleep.
Gets me
Dreaming of
The glistening sea
This wondrous
Place
This hidden
Space
Where few
Do tread
And the calm
Descends
From
The first step
From the lack
Of Chain Stores
The Out-of-date
News
The stormy weather
Views
The Cream Buns
The Long lasting
Sun
A slow
Drifting
Pace
The hundred
Private beaches
The performing stars
At night
A delight
To my heart
I dream of another place
Categories:
rebuilds, childhood, happiness, hope, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse