Best Renovation Poems

The old house whispers
Return me to yesteryear
Reveal my Secrets...

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"Fragments and crumbs of life,
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We’re all hurled
Into the midst,
A perfect world
Does not exist.

Taught to hate,
Doomed to die.
Our death rate
Has soared sky-high.  

We can escape,
Begin the climb.
Build to reshape
Free from crime.

Help to offset
Push and shove.
Do not forget
How to love....

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RENOVATION
"A battle against yourself is the thorns on a rose." 
                       ~Miranda Lambert

I walk
Head held high
Through a low valley
Searching … seeking … fighting…
Myself~

I...

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"Renovation After A Narcissist"

(Sometimes a vagrant sneaks past the security of one's heart.
When they are discovered, they must be made to depart.
First, beef up security with more guards put in place,
Then thoroughly disinfect until there is no trace!)

Now that I have recognised the toxin in...

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My cooker's in the living room
My fridge is in there too
There's dust on all my furniture
And I cant use my loo

There's workmen tramping in and out
I'm not allowed to lock my door
The workmen must have access
From 8 am till four

They're drilling in my bathroom
I cant...

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I'm getting up and sitting down.
And I'm getting up again.
I'm turning CHANGE around.
Who has the authority to say
Yes or no.  

Maybe gave me TOMORROW.
WHO sign their name on that line?
I'm changing pace. 
I'm packing up the worries.

I'm racking in the cash.
Life has given me...

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The House was featured,
celebrities put on hard hats
posed with sledge hammers.
It was said that the old structure
had ‘good bones’.
What it did have
were walled-in nocturnal whispers
and a resident paranoia
that stubbornly failed to lessen.

Interior decorators
re-imagined rustic hues
with a bohemian chic.
Rooms were staged
yet beneath the contemporary
the old retold...

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Drills are buzzing, hammers banging;
Men on ladders, tool kits hanging.
Renovation’s going on and 
Waiting is the key.

Dumpster’s filling, scraps are flying;
Things look messy, no denying.
Renovation’s taking place
For an eternity.

Lights are dangling, tarps are blowing;
Lists to finish just keep growing.
Renovation’s in the works and
Not the place...

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I.
Not a pseudo thug turned rapper, 
Or a pseudo rapper turned poet
Nor a pseudo intellectual turned advocate. 
Simply a front-running, pack moving, sacrificial mind-molder:
A father with good intentions.

II.
A forgotten piece on a forgotten puzzle,
An onslaught aiming at injustice,
And yet the last of a dying breed.
Mere...

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Moon beams
Taken in arrest
House walls
Screaming create
 Spaces
Just right
Throwing mocked
Candle light
 
(Spare Moment)...

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It was a sign,
Hung on heaven's gate,
I know, I saw it,
It'd just be my fate

What happened?
The angels all on vacation?
The Heavenly Father at the beach?
Is this what bible school taught me?
That God is temporarily out of reach?

Guess I'll just hang around,
No bargain- basement shopping for...

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frenzied mud dauber
porch railings are no longer
we are the killers

he bores hole in post
angry about the railings
what will they call home

will he sound alarm
will army wasps come to fight
dejected he leaves...

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Yesterday I saw my worn out sole 
The blue shoe has been housed in a bag of dust for long 
I packed it like an old gift 
And  followed the  path to the cobbler
But times have changed 
Mr old lanky cobbler no longer...

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