Best Reforming Poems
Vast dust bowls surrounding the land
barren barely supporting any life
Stark and so bleak, just sand
sand as far as you can see
Wicked winds churning up
forever changing canvass
reforming the dune hills
maps little use to you here
Watch the Grecko lizard
as he dashes over the sand
his feet barely touching, as he
scurries then dives down deep
Harsh and Relentless
yet with a stark beauty
that some how pacifies
Life needs these adversities
It is on them that nature thrives
all we can do is onwards strive
stark dangerous and life threatening
yet holding a promise of life restarting
written 08/02/2013
contest PD's submit a poem any theme will do
Categories:
reforming, earth, sun,
Form:
Verse
In poetry’s fond verse we save
All matters of the heart,
Our thoughts that may be sweet or grave,
With which we’d hate to part.
Our fears of what may come to pass,
Our sadness at what has,
The desperate state of pain's impasse,
A human Alcatraz.
The lessons that pain teaches us,
Road signs, in fact to joy,
Our God’s reforming animus,
Love’s armor for schoolboy.
Remembering that pain serves man,
Is always hard to do,
Puts limits on outrageous plan,
Helps vanity subdue.
Our owning of the father God,
The highest we can reach,
Releasing our own dreams slipshod
For what He has to teach.
Brian Johnston
December 18, 2014
Categories:
reforming, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
Custodian of nostalgic memories,
I cannot help but glance at it everyday,
for it holds in its fold nearly forgotten stories,
that in the distant past used to make my heart sway,
now awaiting the urge within my soul to recreate
and so relive the charm of mystical echoes,
that here and now I may again celebrate
highs of yesteryears as also the lows.
What at first grips my fickle attention,
are not books or photo albums stored therein
but rather thick layers of dust that cause tension
and so the trusty bookshelf welcomes my break-in,
hoping that I may learn from error of my neglect,
reforming lethargic habits and pick up a book
and by doing so, at least offer some respect,
even if it ends up as but a cursory look.
Oh worthy storehouse of knowledge,
I applaud your ability to serve with verve,
judging me not irrespective if I acknowledge
the comfort you provide, which I doubt I deserve
for although many a friend has come and gone
your stoic presence in my life is reassuring,
to elevate my mood if I become forlorn
and so your presence is my mooring.
23-February-2023
Write an Ode Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Jeff Kyser
Categories:
reforming, appreciation,
Form:
Ode
Stood here, alone, at the very edge, as quiet
Morning breaks;
Rumblings from a distant train, low overhead
A Peewit flies:-
Those strange, mewing calls; it sounds as if the
Whole fate
Of a diminished race should hang upon some
Shrill utterance of a wandering bird's cry.
And heard in that plaintive cry? All the vast,
Widening breadth found only in a far out solitude.
An unsettling, fragile stillness this. Just then,
Above the flattened, grey dawn, Jupiter stalling --
But grasped, to be tumbled in a mad, rushing,
Sudden downward swoop
Of scooped up air! Earth eagerly tilting to
Purposefully confuse
When urging about disaster -- the fractured horizon
Partly disintegrating whilst partly reforming...
But that masterful
Bird, buoyed, secured within his dizzying loop;
Where from, arrogant Jupiter, still garbed yet
In faded glory...now falling, falling, falling.
Categories:
reforming, environment,
Form:
Rhyme
Kaleidoscopic colours of your affectionate heart paint the
Awe-inspiring rainbows across my world
Raising my broken spirits, instilling hope in my damaged heart,
Enveloping my fragile form with pure love and
Nourishing my soul with such passion and care-reforming the withered corpse within me, into a beautiful new life
_
Mrs Pilkington
I cannot put into words what I would like to say to you. You have touched
my life in so many ways and I will never be able to thank you enough for
what you have done for me. Your constant support, encouragement and the
amazing love and compassion that you have shown me, inspires me to live each
day to the fullest. I am incredibly blessed to have you in my life. You are extremely special to me!
Tons of love
Amy, ***
Categories:
reforming, inspirational, love, thank you,
Form:
Acrostic
John Calvin one I greatly admire
a man God set apart in His will
turning His mind and heart
and by His spirit full He did fill
This man once obedient to Rome
now transformed by Christ His king
for he was indeed God's man
purposing glory for God to bring
Although born a French man
he was to be Geneva's own son
reforming the Swiss capital by God's truth
the reformation really had begun
To be this man would be great
spreading forth God's gospel sound
impacting Europe for many centuries
but able to stay humbly heaven bound
To live and stay among such beauty
Switzerland is my favourite land
would feel so privileged and honoured
if God had made this His will to stand
AUTHOR NOTES:I am content to be who I am but if I could have been anyone
else in history it would be the great Geneva reformer John Calvin (1509-1564),
so thought I would write some thoughts on this hero of the faith.
Categories:
reforming, christian, hero, life,
Form:
Rhyme
TO ACCLIMATE ACADEMIA - SOCIAL THEOLOGICAL STUDIES
Once God confused the languages, humanity processed out to form religion.
Yet, creation had given us our own separate places
WHEREFORE, the Berlin Wall was placed to confront differences in opinion.
Was one nation negated?
History has shown us that man is his own dilemma, woman is his triumph, and child is his neglect when he is not about the future but only the past.
Do we speak on what’s wrong?
Or, do we stand by until all hope is gone?
Was the walk just a facade?
Did this solve any problems?
As the universe, we diversify.
But in a world that is structure around immigration, informed by origin and enslavement, diversification is divergently challenge through discrimination and hate crimes.
Opposing a wrongful world to define the mundane is when humankind abominates from the atrocities described.
Reforming a rightful mind brings a positivist unity that has never been in our lives.
Unanimity, concordance, and harmony discreet.
Our political leaders are not embracing antiquity...
Instead, they relic the identity.
Will it end?
The revelation that is not shown.
Is this a threat to human life formed?
Inner body is the secret chamber.
In the body will it remain?
To put before requires us to apply one thing to another.
Individuals populate as people.
One person left out can cause a crucifixion where pain is the affliction.
In that suffering is so great, abhorrence is by fate,
Social theologically I write to depart insight from hindsight.
Through not so freely gave because a mind is to decipher to become a sage
Positing my thoughts for others to decrypt is fine and dandy.
Of course, it is.
Gen that consigns philosophers to seek the truth, insofar as the Tarot reader sees from the spread of cards.
As a result, the world has become the universe.
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Written August 01, 2016!
Categories:
reforming, bible, change, community, creation,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
“Underestimated”
Underestimated
the monster inside
deconstructing data
reforming standards
non-standard calibrations
turning below above inside
inside above below turning
calibrations standard -
non standards reforming data
deconstructing
inside the monster
underestimated
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Categories:
reforming, muse,
Form:
Narrative
All love roads toward Home.
If home is Rome
then all roads lead toward capital
crowning Roman home.
When Earth life systems
are rooted in a climatic crisis,
we really do need to be recentered Home
to grow healthy and recompose safety,
as We can be.
Why can Species A's prickly paradise
become Species B's gooey quagmire of a nightmare,
until We remembers
how and why and when and where
They can choose to recompose
a healthier and safer Me/We?
Why can one's homebound genius
be another's indigenous Wild Card,
and vice versa?
If one person's root systemic technology
can be another person's clowning magic,
then why can't one person's science
be another person's myth,
and the Self/Other way around
re-imagination?
Why can't West hemisphere's monocultural medicine
be East hemisphere's polytheistic ecotherapy
becoming enlightened mind meditations
empowering body medication?
Why can't one Home's natural Tipping Point
diapraxis theory
reform Earth's respiraling
spacious bilateral flow
back to another time's Mythic Earth CreationStory,
both reforming
and unforming?
Why can't one West person's fear
about pre-climatic critical intervention trends,
as too slow and lethargic and ignorant,
be an East person's just-right Earth DeComposition Myth?
Homeward bound
as GreenPeace Bodisattva Warriors
costumed for WinWin MeWe checkers
folding and unfolding co-empathic gaming choices
until everybody wins
because no one ever dies alone
or afraid to arrive home together
on BiPartisan Street
toward mindbody homes,
whether in or beyond
monotheistic capitalized
WestBrain dominant Rome.
Categories:
reforming, body, earth, health, home,
Form:
Parallelismus Membrorum
Earth Host
and all her mutually codependent
co-arising Earth Tribes
of inclusive regeneration
have continued evolving
new wine in old wineskins
new eggs from old genetic nests,
running on both dipolar Tao-Cylinders,
karmic grace-optimized in Neutral
Midway P=N(NP) as Yang=YinYin,
informating,
with fractal 4-Prime Thermodynamic Balance--
Once learned,
never forgotten,
like autonomically riding
a bilaterally reforming fractal-seasoned cycling function.
Both cylinders
also internal/external landscapes
and Left/Right hemispheres,
labeled ego-mind
and eco-body
by Left brain dualistic dominance,
each with its own dipolar neurosystemic
optimization story,
win/win through win/lose memory,
lose/lose loss of painful rememory,
transgenerative crown/root systemic his/herstory,
polyculturing as "Beloved EcoPolitical SenSexual Community."
As Left contracts more climatically
monopolistically self-deductive -reductive
with critical competitive events
and win-lose strategies for ego-survival,
Right expands more cooperatively
abundant wealthy health of values
polyculturally dipolar double-binding eco-norms
for designing and re-developing Plan A cooperative
network of politically power-optimizing economics,
between tribal co-arising mutually-subsidiary Plan B humanity
and grace-filled Plan A divinity
of beauty and health
as ecopolitical wealthy
EarthTribe/Gaia balance.
Categories:
reforming, earth, earth day, environment,
Form:
Political Verse
I once heard frogs singing
a bridge between Earth's solar spiraled song
and my neuro-systemic brainstem
flowing down and out across octaved rib cage
and diapraxis hips
with skeletal smooth-structured hinges
folding in to bow toward Earth,
unfolding open to breathe in ProGenitor's
bullfrogged Yangish lusty air
Croaking through my sustained memory
of Golden Rules and Ratios
and Alchemical Elixirs,
Prime Zero-Culturing Relationships
coincidentally greeting co-gravity waves,
mutually resonant and effective economic
Ecologic Therapeutic harmonies
singing their bridge,
co-spiralling super-nuclear ellipses
living our Green Climax Commons
within this Earth,
our anthro-reforming Universe.
Categories:
reforming, creation, earth, nature, sound,
Form:
Free verse
With the drooping sunshine,
So we fly.
Waving to the burning hills,
Do we say goodbye?
Deforming clouds encompasses the horizons,
Reforming itself to strange compositions.
So grotesque is the sight of freezing moon,
a spell it spreads, spreads with magnifications.
The dying light spreads an enigma away so high,
It peeks through the dark clouds, as we pass by.
The trauma passes away,
waving at us with a loud sigh.
Like eagles, we watch the dance of the ocean,
Mesmerised in music,
Of falling sky.
Categories:
reforming, art, character, gothic, silence,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
Warm is her embrace
Nectar is her sweet kiss
A cool breeze is her breath,
Bright green was her face
Since birth, taking remiss
Being born of sister's death.
A universal play reforming
Down through the ages
Finds every soul an actor,
In this play she's performing
Act two on the annual stages
That find linear time a factor.
It's a tale of great strife
Of great love and great loss
A tale of passion and woe,
The never ending story of life
That found climax on a cross
But still has a good way to go.
In this play she will perish
But her death shall give way
To life for others down line,
A repeating theme to cherish
Death begets life, shows the way
Of the authors divine design.
She will sacrifice her life
That her sister might live
Who'll do likewise the same,
But for now play the fife
To the performance she gives
For, Summer is her name.
Timothy I. Brumley
Categories:
reforming, nature, seasons, sister,
Form:
Personification
Descending,
I manipulate and manoeuvre for the updraft
Spluttering,
I spiral down, then briefly up again, to glimpse a glowing sky
Flapping,
I fall forever faster, flat-eagled
Plunging,
I watch the unwelcome gloom envelope my horizon
Tumbling,
I twist, turn and turbulate, ... then the thudding thump
Gasping,
I groan and exhale, a noiseless moan
Curling,
I recoil as innards become outward form
Emerging,
a base inside-out creature crawls and creeps
Tasting,
the tongue-tied intestines and the unseeing socket eyes
Groping,
a gruesome grub befriends the worm and slurps the slug-slime
Engorging,
as flaunted members flail blood and flick licky, sticky fluid
Reforming,
dim visions populate carnal shapes with awful movement
Gaping,
a fearful half-formed and startled face averts its gaze
Residing,
in deep gutter niches... these are my companion dwellers
Wallowing,
I sniff a redolent upswell of dank fissured earth
Disturbing,
I scrape, cleave and wipe away a smear of covering soil
Trembling,
I sense a warmth of body, a stretching of exotic wings
Enquiring,
I mutter clumsy overtures and crude enticements
Retreating,
I hear unmistaken rebuke and a sigh of disappointment
Imploring,
I elevate my utterances and seek a further hearing
Caressing,
I feel a welcoming and forgiving response
Pulsing,
the creature's cocoon gives way to nebulous female form
Ascending,
at first a cherub woman smiles playfully down on me
Transforming,
a stimulating and sensuous siren cavorts and teases
Uplifting,
wings gather me in for a swooping flight of fancy
Revealing,
from above, her intimate view of dwellers in the hinterland
Coaxing,
she fills me now with empathy and understanding
Alighting,
my body-mind lies prone beneath her
Tingling,
I feel her form and thoughts slowly enter and encompass me
Exploring,
I arouse and we gently probe between lips and sphincter
Delving,
I follow our rhythm of kiss, taste, touch and thrust
Wandering,
I experience our ambiguous male and female desire
Playing,
I laugh at how we tickle our innocence and sophistication
Loving,
I know for delirious moments what it is to be another
Consumed,
lost in coexistence with a like- but more extraordinary- mind
Categories:
reforming, journey,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Each step is like
I’m walking on mist
for not a sound
mumbles from beneath my feet.
With everything in full bloom
I can’t locate your scent,
my palate is overwhelmed,
and as I fight
to sift through
all these smells
of fauna and flora
I close my eyes…
……there you are,
smiling
like your very thoughts tickle you,
and my heart
has tears streaming down it
missing you.
I can feel your chin
against my chest,
your body pressed to mine
as if we were from two molds
made to fit together.
Tangling my fingers in your hair
to keep you as close as possible
you nuzzle up
into my neck
and my body shivers
for the warmth
of your soul is missing in this facade.
My eyes come open
to the rising of the Moon
and my mind wunders
if you caught it tonight,
it slowly rolls higher
as anxiety claws at my back
and I work my way
to the upper levels in this mountainscape.
Anxiousness has worked
its hands to my throat
trying to cut off its ability
to take in air
but I’ve gotten above the tree line
and I begin my heart filled,
mournful dirge.
My howl starts out soft
filling the heavens with my sorrow
and expelling
these fingers from my neck,
reforming the constellations
into my poem of longing.
With my next breath
I send it on its way
as if it was an email.
My next serenade of the Moon
picks up volume,
it converts to emotions and colors,
and as the red of love
slashes upon
the satiny night sky
they swirl into maroons of lust
and purples of romance
spiraling away as my intensity increases
making this firework like kaleidoscope
crackle and spark.
I reach the end of my concerto
and the raw emotions
climb into the night,
throat burning
Love's teeth
tears off a piece
of my heart,
spitting it in the air
for my emotions to carry away
under the moon
to tuck in your pocket…
…feel it throb,
it pulses only for you.
Categories:
reforming, emotions, love,
Form:
Romanticism