Best Redecorate Poems
First, understand that sorrow is a room
with no furniture, only echoes.
Every word you speak will return to you
slightly changed,
like a photograph left in sunlight.
Learn to sit still in emptiness.
Your body will protest,
it was built for movement,
for purpose,
for the illusion
of progress.
Ignore it. Stay.
Notice how grief has weight but no shape,
how it fills the spaces between your ribs
like water,
how it makes you both
heavier and more likely to float away.
Do not rush to redecorate the room.
People will offer you curtains, rugs,
paintings to cover the walls.
They mean well.
Refuse them gently.
The emptiness is not a problem to solve
but a truth to inhabit.
Sit with it.
Let it teach you the grammar of loss,
the syntax of what remains.
Eventually, and I cannot tell you when
you will notice a door you hadn't seen,
not an exit but an entrance,
leading somewhere you've never been.
You will hesitate at the threshold,
understanding that moving forward
means leaving something precious behind.
This is correct.
Step through anyway.
The room will always be there,
that echo chamber of what was.
You can visit whenever you need to,
but you no longer have to live there.
How to make poetry ( meaning-full?) Well
Thats a paradox? As i percieve.' Oxy-gen--less
And debilitating..A most limited field
that
Appears to me.' If poetry is not
creative by
Its very breathing out..Then I'm a wombats uncle..' I should not need to even write such out.! If poetry is
mechanical.? Though mechanical
exists.' Then i'll go to
The bar today to drink alcahol yet not
with the target aim of getting, by
real awarness ( kissed?) And i mean drinking to exess here.!
So don't come the 'raw prawn' with me'
either
The poetry (is raw,) and exciting in
origen from its spiritual seas.' If its
Not surging through your being.? Then you'll never polish it fine ! You might as
Well start fishing..Minus hook net; spear
Or line' and if you are of such denseness
You might as well also try.' To stockade the sky clouds before morning, and in the
Evening redecorate the skies.' For if you
Are their costodian, then you'll be rather
Long in the tooth, I rest my thoughts on
True inspiration now, before some
might attempt in getting it bought.'
For poetry is
Not a commodity, it always speaks
for itself..It cannot be turned on, or dissuaded
From, as if it is merely a physical
Self.! For those who think better, and count
Each comma and letter ? Go polish curds
Or ammass all worldly wealth as your treasure.)
Annoying knot right in the pit
Of my stomach, please stop it!
You twist and churn with fear and dread
Echo voices in my head
Have you any clue who I am
What I'm up to as a man?
What's your job, why were you hired?
I think you suck, that's it, you're fired
Here's your pink slip, now be gone
You been here now for far too long
Sorry there's no space for you
I've simply too much left to do
I wish you well, it's been a blast
Redecorate your room at last
Dust the Cobb webs, walls are painted
Furniture's been re situated
Loving life, this brand new space
Without you up in my face
Happy feeling at peace with me
At home, in love, completely free
LARRY LaVELLE
i call myself the man
it is not a pick-me-upper
it ain't no do-re-me
it is just the way i feel about myself
i call myself the man
one woman still loves me after 30 years of experience in narcissism philosophy
she just shakes her head and smacks me in the back of mine
then she asks me if i want my eggs scrambled with cheese
i just laugh at her and say 'yes mam'
she smiles bashfully as i check her out like we're 16 again
oh she knows it like her favorite classic movie
i will find out how much she knows it later on tonight
the moral of this poem is....i call myself the man....
STUTTERSTEP STEVENSON
i call myself Bountifully Blessed
i was a bully's dream all through school
from the pulling of my permanaps to the sock stolen from my feet....my story was etched in autobiographical filing
my growth became stunted....until you picked me up and dusted me off
through your smile, i was inspired to grow stronger
from there....i was introduced to a New World through your eyes
as a result, i, stutterstep stevenson, was able to find my niche
look at us now....thirteen years of marriage later....you are still causing me to trip all over myself
it still make you giggle in the very same way
even since then, i left the right avenue of stressed
the moral of this poem is....i call myself Bountifully Blessed
POETIC LEFTY
i call myself unconditionally loved
papa strange had a firm hold on me
put blinders on my self esteem yes he did
unbeknownst to me, my usual appearance in constant continuum was looked at as defiance
i can't be me if i can't be myself
how the hell could i exist trying to be like someone else
it has always been comfortable on my street
every now and then some taggers came along and tried to redecorate
however all surfaced on this block was self-cleaning
the same smile was worn on my face when i greeted the roadblock rambler hello
somewhere down the line papa strange moved on to one more vulnerable and gullible
i prayed for that next victim to the Wonderful God Above
though it may not show in my solo forward motion, i am indeed consumed by unconditional love....
THIS POETRY IS WRITTEN IN 3 HAIKU/2 TANKA FORM, AND NOTES REFER TO SENSES.
I'm fairy nature,
come to collect fall's leaf wares
to help make a coat.
A coat of sunsets,
a last breath of summer's glow
to wrap up autumn.
I disguise myself
living amongst the woodlands,
squirrels, bugs, birds, bees.
Slowly with magic
I single handed turn
the seasons over.
Sweeping winds and driving rains,
giving nature rest till spring.
I nourish the land.
Autumn's blanket becomes crisp,
stark, white, purity.
I contrast, redecorate
new, sleek, sexy, wavy tones.
AUTHOR NOTES
All 5 senses are expressed within this write, looking at touch, taste, sight, sound and smell.
'make a coat','wrap up' all indicate being touched or enfolded for warmth/protection...as does
winter's 'blanket'
sounds - could be taken from the animals, and weather...'crisp' evokes sound also. 'rest'-
evokes quieter times...
smell - comes from earthy woodlands and fallen leaves, contrasted with freshness of icy or
snowy air...
taste - evoked from 'nourish', 'last breath' of Autumn and new breath of winter air.
sight- comes from the autumn colours evoked from the 'sunset' and greens and browns
of 'woodlands', 'sexy', purity of ice and snow, 'falls leaf wares' - reds, oranges, yellows and
browns...
The desert sand lies tearless,
Not rising into stem nor leaf,
To allow creation of some waxy flower,
Shifting, winding with the Maker’s wind,
And then
The Creator’s mind takes its nothingness,
Paints it with strength and color,
To rise and redecorate those barren places,
Casting Love even in an empty Spring.
Have you ever had a problem
That you needed to view from all angles
In order for you to figure out
How of it to untangle
You might have to remove the ceiling
Or take out a wall
You might have to do some demolition
Or simply reinstall
Some will try to redecorate
With some paint or a chandelier
But that just covers up the problem
And no solution has been made aware
These ceilings have got to go
So that now we may receive
The blessings that God has for us
So we can advance and achieve
These ceilings have got to go
So that we can progress as a community
For there is greater prosperity
if we move in unity
Too many people fail to understand
That their success
Must be paid forward so that others
In turn can be blessed
The generations are not passing down
Their knowledge nor any power
We need to be a fountain pouring into others
Letting our wisdom be a bountiful shower
Let these ceilings be taken down
So that we can help each other
God has blessed you so that
You can bless another
We need to invest time to love
And to nurture our young
To pray, to talk and to walk with them
Treat them as daughters and sons
To carry each others stuff
Thereby lightening each others load
To be a help and not a hinderence
As we unburden our souls
If only to give someone a Metrocard
So they can get to their new job
To help pay an electric bill
So that someone will have power still
These ceilings have got to go
We need to lift each other up
To stop throwing shade,
Stop the hate parades
And in communion to sup
To cease all the criticism
And stop tearing each other down
To encourage and empower each other
So the love of God in us can be found
These ceilings have got to go
So that God's grace we can now clearly see
To be like those 4 men who took their
Paralyzed friend to Jesus working in unity
(to my late husband, Sonny)
Time to repaint and to clean
I really need a change of scene
So I can make this room mine
Where we once spent our time
Redecorating my room is a chore
Because I have treasure galore
I can’t part with this or with that
I have to keep this little white cat
And this red stuffed frog that can sing
Of course I must keep my engagement ring
You bought years after we were wed
And the Harley cap you wore on your head
My bubble fairy is a precious figurine
I must put it where it can be seen
Oh, and the water globe music box
Along with these polished rocks
The models of a ’64 Ford
This replica of a sword
Boxes for my jewelry and trinkets
Books, music, and these blankets
Memories flood into my mind
With each treasure that I find
I can’t part with things that you gave
‘Cause my heart says I really must save
So Sonny, even though you are gone
Your memory will still linger on
With mementos of the love we knew
A love that was forever true
My Grandma usually had some,
stuffed in her sleeve,
and like a magician pull some out,
when she started to sneeze…
And when I was young,
didn't like to wear a hat,
so Mom would pin some on my head,
can you imagine that?...
And as soon as we got to church,
I'd sit down low in the pew,
hoping no one would recognize me,
I'd feel just like a fool...
Then there are times,
I'd be in a strange bathroom,
and suddenly aware,
"Hey theres no " t.p." around, anywhere!"
Then trying not to panic,
I think I might have some with me,
so I dig in my pocketbook,
and viola! pull out 2 or 3…
They also come in handy,
when you are at home,
and you suddenly see out of the corner of your eye,
a rather large bug…
And I know this is mean,
but I stomp on it, wad it up with a tissue,
and give it a quick burial at sea...
And you can almost redecorate,
your room with a colorful box,
if you buy it from Wal-mart
it won't cost an awful lot…
But it really comes in handy,
when females start to cry,
dabbing at our eyes,
it helps keep our mascara dry...
So I thank the person,
that invented the versatile tissue,
because if are like me
theres always some kind of issue!
Who are they?
They are “free gods”,
formed with the blood of “three God’s”,
and molded with steel rods.
They never flood,
because they sin and win with free ‘spirit.
They never walk straight, bend or backwards.
They walk and work with freethinking and free ‘speech.
And they free’ throw their boldness into the hell of anointment.
They operate with freshness, amongst the finest,
and enslave the formidable god of poverty.
This makes the swine’s of wretchedness blind.
They also free’ pass into the heaven of stardom,
and redecorate the history of wishes and riches.
They are, the god of gold,
The rod of hopes,
and they lead the lord of light.
They see the sun in the veins of the dark,
and they dine with coast of codes and Queen of Queens.
They wine with the vision of lightening and lightning,
and they use thunder as garment of boldness.
While angels, are their savants.
They freehold the great gift of “grave visions”,
beheading demoniacal downfall and visionless gods, without death warrants.
They don’t fear “God”,
but they respect God,
and reject odd.
Paving way and dealing directly with the “high moon” of glory.
They are blessed and dressed up with multiple successes.
And they never fall or sink,
but they die,
and the demon’s of their diamonds never rust or die with them.
Who are they?
They are, “the Freemason’s”, “Free Person's”.
Okay Girls, let's go shopping
But just to look and see
We don't have to buy a thing
Oh, what fun it will be.
Okay Girls, let's do lunch
Separate Checks so we won't argue over a dime
What an exaggerated procedure
What a waste of time.
Okay Girls, let's redecorate
The curtains haven't been changed in weeks
So we'll just order some new ones
And give the house a tweak.
Okay Girl's, let's have a party
Of course we have nothing to wear
But we can buy a new outfit or two
So the other girls can stare.
Okay Girls, let's show our men
Just how right we ALWAYS are
Make them be gentlemen today
Have them hold the door of the car.
Okay Girls, the Guys agree
You are GREAT AT EVERYTHING
To prove it we throw up our hands and shout
"YOU WIN ! YOU WIN ! YOU WIN !
Okay Girls, let's go shopping,
But just to look and see.
We don't have to buy a thing,
Oh, what fun it will be!
Okay Girls, let's redecorate,
The curtains haven't been changed in weeks.
So, we'll just order some new ones,
And give the rest of the house a tweek!
Okay Girls, let's have a party,
Of course we have nothing to wear.
But we can buy a new outfit or two,
Just so the other girls can stare!
Okay Girls, let's do lunch,
"Separate Checks" so we won't argue over a dime.
What an exaggerated procedure,
What a waste of time!
Okay Girls, let's show our men,
Just how right we ALWAYS are.
So, there's no giving in today,
Make them hold the door of the car!
Okay Girls, the Guys agree,
You are GREAT AT EVERYTHING.
To prove it we throw up our hands and shout,
"YOU WIN! YOU WIN! YOU WIN!"
Color the grass blue, and you can walk on water and waves.
Paint the clouds of red and orange, set the sky ablaze.
Whisper to the shooting stars and travel beyond the moon.
Face your worries, stare down fear, and fear will soon fear you.
Redecorate your grief with a smile and keep your humor.
Do not fight emotions thinking your struggle will end sooner.
Look beneath the depth of skin; let no one judge your face.
Do not create conclusions before you have reached your place.
Explore and make mistakes, it's how everybody learns.
Believe that it is never too late, don't be afraid to turn.
Let no evil speech impale your soul, for these sounds cannot hurt.
You will find that love can exist even when no words can be heard.
Move forward and remember, you learn from the past, but don't live it.
Stand your ground, hold fast 'til it's yours at last, never give in.
-But don't believe that mercy is reserved for those that are weak.
for, in humility, in forgiveness, the great emerge from the meek.
Live, for life is the greatest gift, and it is yours to keep.
There is nothing out there you can't have; there is no one you can't be.
Raging, fall winds scream
And redecorate landscapes
But, not very well.
The new year has begun... another one to follow suit,
to all, both young or old,
the same it will unfold.
A time to celebrate...goodbye old year, and welcome new...
with wishes for a start
to pleasure every heart.
And always it's divided in the way which we expect...
four seasons every year;
same order to appear.
First quarter brings us winter...colder weather, ice, and snow;
although there's still bright sun,
most want our winter done.
Yet, landscapes are most beautiful, a winter wonderland
with lovely pristine snow...
when there's no place to go.
Next quarter brings us Spring..rebirthing of new, tender grass
surrounding buttercups
and daffodil lineups...
While trees fill out with velvet leaves that flutter in the breeze;
providing shade for all,
and bird nests, large and small.
The next three months make quarter three, a favorite for sure;
relaxing in the pool,
and trying to keep cool.
Vacation time to take a break...with family, spend time;
and be it at the shore...
wherever...wish for more.
The final quarter is the last in which we share some fun
like viewing autumn leaves
redecorate the trees.
And, Labor Day, Thanksgiving, and of course, our Christmastime;
bring holidays, for sure...
sweet bonding they ensure.
Then comes the last day of the year, another New Year's Eve.
Best wishes spread, and then...
it all will start again!
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: As Easy As A-B-B
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
Judged: 01/07/2019