Best Remolded Poems
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Several years ago, we bought an old farm house.
It was 3 miles down a dirt road beside an old millhouse.
It seems this area was involved in a major war fight.
Sometimes it would last all the way into the night.
The Gettysburg battlefield was north of our lot.
Some nights you can hear cannons firing if the weather is hot.
It's as if the war was still going on and no one had won.
There's been talk of apparitions. I know I've seen one.
This old house was once a hospital for the wounded and sick.
We uncovered many relics as we cleared around the creek.
There were human remains in the cellar, under the old dirt floor.
It was determined to be a Confederate from the Civil War.
As we remolded the house, many artifacts were found.
The ghost who was living here was making knocking sounds.
I know he's not happy as objects would fly off the wall.
This spirit was having a tantrum, throwing objects down the hall.
Things finally settled down. It was early morning, around two.
We heard footsteps approach, clop, clop, the sound of shoes.
The door suddenly opened. It was a man dressed in gray.
An apparition of a Confederate soldier who has come back to his grave.
We were very scared. "Were are not giving up on this place".
We're prepared to cast this spirit out without any haste.
We called in a team of ghost experts to help this troubled soul.
We hope they can help him. That was our goal.
The team had arrived to investigate what was going on.
They captured two "EVPs" just before dawn.
That revealed "GET OUT" and "My name is John".
They respectfully said, "John, you've died." It's time to move on.
The ghost of John still haunts there today.
If you like ghost adventures, you are welcome to stay.
"Beware" John takes tatum's, his demeanor will scare.
The house is now a B & B. We can no longer live there.
Written on 1-7-2022
** Fiction**
A STRAND (1071) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
~ 1st ~
Like a dirty stain that should be removed,
the once clear distinction between men
and women has become murky and gray.
The stain grows and smears lines and
edges, the shape of men and women
are remolded. Gone are the curvy
feminine lines of a womanly figure,
replaced by more angular lines.
The bold, masculine lines of a man
are softened, erased and reshaped
into a nondescript form.
Fuzzy, blurred lines appear on the
facial features, hair is neither short
nor long, but shapeless.
A vague, pastel colored jacket and pants,
no tie, casual shoes and a side saddle
purse complete the picture.
Like a prodigal son, men try to take
what God has made and remake it
for their own purposes. Yet, one day
every man and every woman will
stand before their Creator, and
He will have no trouble telling them apart.
Written on 2015
The love within me was low and I
was afraid it had died,
It did, only to rise like the Phoenix,
to live again.
Taking a musical and video journey into
the past I was re-acquainted with The
Most High, so that I had to Sanctify myself again.
Then in the video half of my journey I watched
as infinite universes were just beginning to unfold,
their splendor, colors too beautiful, they blew my mind.
I'm going through this journey because I know it is
to prepare me for the future.
New hope, new focus, new expectation and my heart
is slowly rising, newly washed, out of the ashes it is stronger,
wiser than before; less harmful to myself or others.
Nothing which God claims as His own ever dies because
we are His beloved; continually remolded, transformed into
the likeness of Jesus.
Famous band I must quote, "You can never win or lose if
you don't run the race."
Losing in this life can often be the battle that is won.
Achilles' felled by an arrow that lodged in his heel but he
is still a legend.
Like Jesus who gave up His life for all of us, rose again.
His immense love for us is a circular spin, a magnetic pull
beyond strong, which will most assuredly pull us deeper
into Him - we who are His beloved.
S.E. Clark copyright 2015
SPOKEN BROKEN WITH MY HEART MIND STAYED ON GOD ON ALL OCCASIONS
Lord I need you I need the more of you
I need to place you more to be in the center of my life
My every fiber my every being needs to be physical and spiritual in alignment
See I need the more of you in my life
I don't need to be whole in my way
I don't need to be whole as Humanity says
I need to be broken remote is remade with my eyes stayed on you
SPOKEN BROKEN WITH MY HEART MIND STAYED ON GOD ON ALL OCCASION
I need to be broken, broken in you as broken pieces Sacrificed I need to be remolded, reshaping be remade in you
Lord O'God place me on the potter's wheel
I need the present of you first without God I am nothing
You giving me life I have a yearning I have a thirst
As the presence of God tends to my yield
Broken me Lord fill me use me
Without you I'm nothing I want to be like a thirsty dear Panting for Your water
I want to be an instrument for you to help through you save your sons and your daughters O'Father
SPOKEN BROKEN WITH MY HEART MIND STAYED ON GOD ON ALL OCCASION
I need to be broken shattered in pieces corruptured separated from everything not liking to you
Remolded reshapen fill up in you
So full illuminated all they see Humanity when they look at me all they see is just you
I need to be splintered and crushed lit set apart from Anything not like you be focused set viewed
I stayed my mind on you
Ruptured and torn to be reborn rebirth
Bible verse lead to Jesus, thinking of only you first
I am broken to be remade structurally shape- remade
In the likeness of You for what I do
God I'm nothing without you
Father remade me I'm a chosen one
Who can say I am not definitively Your child a Child of God
Got my mind, heart, soul and eyes on My Father God
Shabar sacrifice breaking in peace I'm broken in God
3/20/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2o23 (c)
"The Blue Book of Cookery", was propped by two rolls of duck tape.
The library number viable on its binding.
A Fed-x box contained the "Cava" wine,
On the unfinished counter top.
Harold broad shoulders loomed over the cook book.
His sun wrinkled eyes Intensly reread the recipe.
The tip of a knife he used to keep his place.
Darting his glance at the stove,
Mouther henning boiling pots.
Harold was preparing a gift for Alice,
And he wanted it to be perfect.
For she was a woman of class, and distinction.
She would know quality on sight.
The Dinning room was just remolded,
The only room done in the house.
Harold smiled thinking of the way it looked,
The Cherry wood table, that was correctly set,
White lace table cloth, brass napkin holders,
Antec candle holders, (on lone from his mom),
Fine china, and polished silver ware,
Aranged by "Fine Dinning" instruction.
Another library book Harold needed.
This would be Harlods first diner companion,
Since he bought the old colonial mansion.
A house deep with the history of the small Main town.
Who's once occupants were accustom to Harolds try at gourmet,
This endeavor he hoped would lighten Alice's spirt.
Reflecting on the first time he saw her.
It seemed instantly she was before him,
His normal fears quelled by the sight of her,
When she moved towards him, he understood elegant.
Speaking her name, it sounded like a whisper to him,
The stillness in her eyes, soft pale glowing skin,
A smile that warmed his always awkward soul.
BLEEDING SOUL
My mad desire
Why push me to the wall
With a corrupted ego
That had now blown my consciousness
And sadly departed me
In this cloud of sin
Armed with none, near goodness
Except a bad quest
In pursuit, I made a mistake
Trusted a spear in the ribs of womankind, Gloria
Instead I bleed of pungents of infidelity
So closing my path to cleanness
Tell me now, my senseless thirst
What shall I do, to be me?
Be myself of blessed stock
Be myself of repented soul
When this world comes to an end
When Jesus comes, Heaven reigns
A hurricane of perfection
Come to my rescue, this hour
Blow me naked of my dark clothe
A sea of Awareness
Come to my aid, Drown me deep
And leave me to heal, heal from ............
As you shine, sun of re creation
Burn me up
For my image to be remolded
This is a bleeding souls pain
The regret, the betrayals, the wounds
To atone my worthlesness
He made her heart sing for the very first time.
And for someone who once found home in the solitary confinement
of her cold dark room,
She now found it in his arms.
He had found her broken and demolished, like a house which had met a wrecking ball.
Her walls broken down and destroyed.
But he saw her for what she was, a beautiful skyscraper living in a city 0f smog.
His gentle brown eyes, filled with integrity and love helped light her windows up again.
The soft touch of his kisses on her forehead remolded her lips
into a smile.
And every bit of love he gave her allowed her to grow taller and taller until she was playing among the stars.
At 28 years old I decide to be bold
Knowing I needed to be remolded
With new knowledge so I
Enrolled in Phoenix University College online
I’m holding down a good GPA
Because of these teachers
Who give their time
But wait there’s more to say like why I came
As stay at home married woman,
I knew we needed more money coming our way
To take care of my hardworking man and our a baby kitten
So I listened to my intuition and
Financial aid is helping with my tuition
And I had to get some student loans
for that I am on my own
because I am full grown
learning to rezone and go with the flow
Even though the future is unknown
I will keep waiting for the day of graduation
Because it will be a day of celebration
Can you See
By Kevin Robey
November 24, 2013
Can you see my heart it's reviewing
Mirrored windows every day they sing
Suspicious car wreck I’m leaving behind
If this is my death, at least I’m not blind
Can you see my mind it's retracing
Wind up rag dolls without springs
Reciting lines I should have said
Yielding tears I refused to shed
Can you see my soul it's reclaiming?
Every day the phone didn’t ring
Mistakes I made will never say
She remolded my soul like clay
Can you see my eyes refocusing?
Happy thoughts that passion brings
To find again the truth within
I’ll re-emerge where I begin
*listening to...
["Affection" by Crystal Castles]
Lord purge me
Remake my heart
Mold me
Mold me in God’s love
I turn to you Lord to heal my heart
And my heart I speak life
As you take you hands and removed my heart and heart softening my posture You circumcised my heart
Removing all covings
Secrets unbelief and doubt
All father, Father Lord purge me
Remake my heart
Remake me in God’s love, that part
For it’s the matter of my heart
Keep my heart with all diligence for all of it are the issues of life
Good my heart failing from fear
And I’m looking after those things
Which are coming forth from the Earth
For the powers of heaven
Shall be shaken, you are my All creator
Lord purge me remake my heart
Mold me in God’s Love
Mature divine inner son
Shine for Divine light into the area of my heart awaken me
Change my heart and heart to assault
Now a lavender plant soften in oils of Frankincense and Myrrh
His fragrance
Soft tissue of Cedars of Lebanon
Spiking rose of Sharon
Cinnamon for my heart in the fall is deceitful
Above all things I turn to you Lord I’m willing to love you
I am more open and trusting you now
Always
I now guard my heart from everything that flows
From it I will keep my mouth free of perversity
Keep corrupt talk from my lips
I will look straight ahead
Fix my gaze
On you instead
Give careful thought to the past of my feet as I walk
I been renewed with a softened heart
Being steadfast in your ways
This new day
You have completely changed me
Lord purge me remake my heart mold me in God's love
Remade my heart remolded me in God’s love
Renewed remade me as I should be
EnLord purge me remake my heart mold me in God's lovecased, engaged in a “soften heart
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
1/3/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Bible Scholars scratching their head
Lion turned to wolf, lambs confused
Reality is a video, soft and remolded like lead
Who is behind this ? Reality bent and bruised
I am lost. Should i go find myself? What if what i find unsatisfactory? What is me? Ive been
lost for so long would i know me? Will i find it to much to bare? How to unlock a door thats
been padlocked for so long, my mind is being swept, dusted, remolded, the floor waxed and
the door cracked thanks to the cleaning lady.
She was a princess
destined to become queen
but the desert sands whispered a different destiny.
In the prophecy of more ancient times
her story was well known, told and told again
and her fame was anticipated, long awaited.
She rose from a discrete family
whose members slipped away unexpectedly
lost to the tumult revolutions of power.
Buried her story never was recorded
and erased from the flow of dynasties
as was her sarcophagus carved with images upon its cover.
A warning in the time of man
that woman was property
and was only mother, sister to a king.
Times change,
beliefs are remolded
and the woman, a princess, a queen - rises.
Sometimes I sit back and wonder how I keep going on.
Wishing I could be full of sleep, these days can seem so long.
Really though, what would sleep mean for me anyway.
Thinking my body could rest, but a restless mind remains the same.
Maybe this is why I have spent so many years on the roam.
Nursing broken thoughts and dreams out there on my own.
Mistakes I know I've made, like others they're regrets in which I have.
I can only resolve them by moving forward, I know I can't change the past.
So do you want to come along with me as I continue down this road.
Not sure what to expect, but it will be interesting as we go.
I'll just need the flash of your smile so I can carry on.
I know it gives me strength, I've been missing it all along.
Well there goes my exposed heart, to be remolded by your hands.
Please just use a delicate touch, sometimes I weaken as I stand.
Come along bathe by magnesia rustic seas
Where the soul wanders, sundered cliffs meet me
Thus at Tangy, mesmerizing sunsets reflect
Lighted silliest vessels change me
Shelter me from pain , till you feel me endlessly
Shower me with soft pillow satin kiss?
Azure lighted legend reveals my path to your being
Let me touch you in my lifetime
Pleasure me with each Egyptian remolded
I am but soft rain in the distance
Can you feel each appendage?
My beloved , our story
Ours consummates the elated runes of one such as you to me
Finding the key to true happiness is through heart
My soul kiss bound by all that is sacred and trust
You installed in me as the great battle occurs
The light will come I shall my love , breathe from my angel
Satin ribbons will carry me masterly to your side