Best Repairing Poems
.................. L I L O
Y F Y V
M H E M G E
F O R E V E R E T E R N A L
L E N O R E L E N O R E
E N T W I N E D E N T W I N E D
Always with my HearT I Always with true Feeling
Love You, my Dearest WIFE ALWAYS with Emotions
My Love grows like an oak My Heart beats for YOU
Mighty and E v e r l a s t I n g MY TEARS are Real
YOU are M Y STRENGTH Yet My Heart still Aches
FOR YOU LIVE in ME Though You live with GOD
ETERNAL B L I S S YOU wear the gown of Angels
INFINITE P U R E YOU carry my Heart in Yours
You grow in my heart EACH and EVERY Day
The LOVE grows and I am at Peace KNOWING
As LOVE Grows In my BROKEN Heart
Constantly Knitting cracks and Fissures
My Dearest Beloved Tenderly Mended
Repairing Loneliness My Wife Lenore
Angelically Smiles Eternally Loved
MY Only Most B E L O V E D
L I F E L E N O R E
Always F O R E V E R
YOU My Heartbeat
Are My S O U L
MY W I F E
One Breath
N e v e r
Alone
YOU
And
I
Soon after the sky had shed her liquid sorrow
When dark clouds quickly vanished
It turned immaculate, spotlessly blue.
As the cosmic hiss subsided
And the wind withdrew to its unknown hideout,
There was a hush- the hush that follows,
As the priest concludes his spirited sermon.
In that quiet, when dream and life coalesced
I saw the leaves trembling in the cold
Dragonflies performing a ballet in the air
Their wings catching glints of sunlight
Spiders moving round crystal studded webs,
Repairing the broken filaments of their gossamer
And birds from trees taking off into the sky
Enjoying a pervasive sense of peace
And my heart soaked in pure mirth
Humming the lyrics of a half forgotten song
I walked down through cobbled paths
Feeling the wetness beneath my feet,
To savor the beauty of Nature,
Newly bathed in the profuse vernal shower.
Suddenly the light blazoned,
Giving a golden glow to the leaves
And the suspended rain drops,
Glittered like sparkling gems.
Mesmerized by the beauty of the scene
There wobbled shiny silver droplets of joy
In my eyes too, struggling to be spilled out!
Resubmitted for 2022 Marathon Mile.No.15 Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Mark Toney
Placed Sixth
April.6. 2022
A Brian Strand Premier Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Brian Strand
He works in my heart
Taking me apart
Repairing the broken pieces
And gently cleansing the rust from me
He works in my spirit
Lightening my thoughts
With joy, hope and faith
Inspirations of His saving grace
He works in my soul
Never letting me go
Reassuring my anxieties
And sharing real acceptance with me
He leads and guides me
Down rocky, rambling roads
Where I don’t know the way
But He shows me just what direction to take
He fills my life with faith
In His love and mercy and peace
All that makes Him who He is
The answer to every prayer that has been
He is the One I know as Savior
The intercessor of all prayer with answers
He goes to our Heavenly Father
And pleads for our miracles in the making
He is Jesus Christ
The answer throughout my life
The promise for eternity
With Him, heaven is a certainty
.................. L I L O
Y F Y V
M H E M G E
F O R E V E R E T E R N A L
L E N O R E L E N O R E
E N T W I N E D E N T W I N E D
Always with my HearT I Always with true Feeling
Love You, my Dearest WIFE ALWAYS with Emotions
My Love grows like an oak My Heart beats for YOU
Mighty and E v e r l a s t I n g MY TEARS are Real
YOU are M Y STRENGTH Yet My Heart still Aches
FOR YOU LIVE in ME Though You live with GOD
ETERNAL B L I S S YOU wear the gown of Angels
INFINITE P U R E YOU carry my Heart in Yours
You grow in my heart EACH and EVERY Day
The LOVE grows and I am at Peace KNOWING
As LOVE Grows In my BROKEN Heart
Constantly Knitting cracks and Fissures
My Dearest Beloved Tenderly Mended
Repairing Loneliness My Wife Lenore
Angelically Smiles Eternally Loved
MY Only Most B E L O V E D
L I F E L E N O R E
Always F O R E V E R
YOU My Heartbeat
Are My S O U L
MY W I F E
One Breath
N e v e r
Alone
YOU
And
I
Nature is so fantastic as she produces
gems that delight ones very soul.
She works hard behind the scenes
quietly repairing the damage we do.
I take pleasure in small little things
like butterflies flitting around flowers.
Stirring leaves to see a host of insects
that quickly scurry back into hiding.
The gorgeous colours on her palette
that tease and seduce the senses.
The stately magnificent of trees
that gently shade tender shoots.
Soaring mountains that enchant
with their sense of mystery.
Oceans that teem with life
the majesty of whales leaping.
There is so much to beguile
so many new things springing
to life, that tempt a weary soul
and put back a sense of purpose.
Nature is so very special
as she tends to the seasons.
Filling us with joy of life
and making our world special.
Trust, Was A Bridge, Between Us
Now, Blown To Bits and Dust !
Scattered Upon Waters of Fear
Too Far Down, To Bring Near
Trust, Was The Bridge, Between Us
Tottering and Unsafe, Due To Rust
Its Base, Was Sinking and Cracked
Cables Snapped, No Getting Back !
Trust, Was A Bridge, Between Us
Used To Stand-Up To Raging Gusts !
We Could Cross Over To Either Side
Hold Onto The Girders … And Stride
Trust, Was The Bridge, Between Us
Repairing It Now … Is A Bust !
So, Can This RelationShip, Sail To Both Shoals
Build A New Bridge, With A Higher Toll ?
… Trust … Is A Bridge, Between Us
Guard It Well … This Time, Is A Must …
Somewhere there’s a garden,
Beyond,
Mosaic moon,
Behind the midnight clouds,
Come!
Smell!
Intoxicating perfumes,
Take this maze and picture?
Flowering blossoms bloom,
Sweet the fragrance flowering,
Mysteries,
Scintillating dew,
Invitations,
Seducing,
Roses for the heart,
Repairing,
Broken pieces,
Heaven guardian art!
Alluring colors,
Enchanting,
Bouquets of beauties hues,
Sunlight reflect the angel,
Dancing!
On love’s delight.
05/02/2017
Each piano note
Played skillfully with soothe hands
No need for tension . . .
It can heal the soul
The heart that's dying to ex-
Press those precious chords
Piano Practice -
Repairing my unstable
Thoughts of distress...leading me to my ruins...
I have not achieved any success - drowning in my sins
I can't practice alone...
Teach me how to play elegantly
Help me to translate my inspiration into piano compositions...
That would be genius...that would be incredible
The world needs music to repair its broken society
Piano playing is so moving and therapeutic
Free us from solitude's captivity!
Stimulate us with mesmeric music,
We need it so desperately!
I refuse to be stuck in place without music, making me dance merrily!
Each piano note
Was played pleasurably with gentle and articulate hands
No need for tension . . .
Don't make us feel apprehension!
Don't mention the sorrows and burdens of yesterday...
I pray...I want you to ascend this sun-shining day!
I pray that I see you spread
Your velvet wings and fly today
Without a trace of dread!
Get a heads start! Play those chords of bliss!
You are a waterfall of wonderfulness....
It can heal the soul...it can mend a broken heart as well
The heart that's dying to ex-
Press those precious chords...
Is your motivation a heaven or a hell?
Piano Practice -
Repairing my unstable
Thoughts of loneliness...
I can't practice alone...
Teach me how to play elegantly
Piano Practice -
Repairing my unstable
Thoughts of woeful affliction and discouragement...leading me to my ruins...
I have not achieved any success - drowning in my sins
I can't practice alone...I must play a song with you
Teach me how to play elegantly and so true
Teach me how to be as talented as you . . . .
Embrace me with affectionate passion
You don't know how you make me feel - mere satisfaction
Let me be your page-turner and take action!
I'll take action to help you play so flawlessly and wondrously - the audience is smiling and closing their eyes with gratification! ~
If Time Stood Still,
I’d...
I’d... take a suicide pill
I can hear me wife say
“All in a days work”
Just imagine
Non-stop DIY would drive me berserk
She’ll say fix this, fix that, fix this again
And I can’t say
I’ll do it tomorrow, she’ll drive me insane
I’ll be on me knees begging for one more day
The nagger she is,
She’ll nag me to death
And when that woman starts talking,
She dosen’t take a breath
Her words come outta her mouth
Faster than an automatic oozie
I’m still repairing the holes
In my jacuzzi
So please keep the loving
It makes the world go round
And i’ll always have a tomorrow
If you stop
I will drown
And be killed in a endless day of nagging sorrow
**for my Wilma who asked me to write this poem**
My nutty week stays long in my memory
My brain didn't process like it would normally
But just to be sure I now lay of the pink gin
I will share you my tale and shall now begin.
Paracetamol had been placed inside the freezer
Then found in the bread bin, the daily newspaper
My mouthwash was used as a face cleanser
Then sprayed underarms with the air freshener.
When cooking dinner I put no water in pans
Smoke and burnt offerings, so opened a soup can
Two hours of slow sewing, repairing some things
Only to discover I'd missed both sides of the seams.
Made tea instead of coffee, an easy mistake
But my feather head told me it's chocolate milk shake
Lucky that time the tea had cooled down
But annoyed with myself and felt a right clown.
Was I losing my marbles? why all the muddles?
That week I seemed in a right fuddy duddle
But the last straw came when I went to bed
I had slept on the floor of the garden shed.
The second stanza is true, I have done all that
The rest is made up for bit of spoof slap
But wanted a poem for the nutty contest
This I made up from my nutty mind set.
"N" Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsor Constance La France
Written 20.09.21
Kintsugi — means “join with gold” — is the Japanese art of repairing broken objects, often ceramic pottery or glass. Traditionally, gold lacquer is used to piece shards together again, creating a more beautiful object through the acts of breaking and repair.
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my shattered heart
fractal art sewed~
smart Kintsugi
Reveal
Revealing hidden treasure
Opening to view
Bringing unknown pleasure
Embracing something new
Romance long defended
Thwarting every chance
All the times expended
Movements through the dance
Advancing every dream
Repairing moments past
Inviting as they seem
Erased by Love at last
Kindling the flame
Rapture hard to take
Accepting all the blame
Takes away mistake
Souls embracing last entwine
Ascending to a Love divine
~
He sleeps.
Sound,
Around,
Me.
Holding and molding.
Me
Into WE.
Shapes to shape,
Breaths to breath,
Singing sweet whispers
of dreams never dreamt.
He sleeps.
Beside.
Inside,
Me.
Soothing and moving.
Me
Breaking free.
Pain into pleasure,
Eyes without measure.
Revealing and stealing songs
sing the cure.
He sleeps.
New.
Few,
weeks loving me.
Protecting,
projecting
promises he keeps.
To me.
Picked up your pieces,
filled in the creases,
Repairing a damage I'm
now glad was done.
He sleeps.
Boldly,
not coldly.
Wrapped up in me.
He sleeps.
Earth is sleeping. It is dreaming in silent
technicolour peaceful and alone, calm and
gentle without the tragic crush of mankind
and its usual stampede. Nature noticed it
slowly - having time to stretch, to breathe,
to open its eyes wide and bright and luscious
away from smoke steam and smog. The sky is blue, clear.
Rivers are lapping, gently. Birds fly above in chorus.
The moon can be seen waving twinkling and white.
Earth is resting its patchwork body, its tissue of
grass and pores made from the exhales of trees.
Its legs are growing hairy, left wild and unshaven.
This time of solitude and watery reflection
is repairing habitats and watering oceans -
replenishing nature, whilst strengthening us.
Kintsukuroi (KInt-soo-gi) is a Japanese art form…it is ancient…very old…it consists of repairing broken pottery with little bits of gold.
The idea is a simple one…innocent at it’s core
Where something that’s been broken can come back more beautiful than before.
It is a wonderful lesson…how something broken can be more beautiful…and new
It’s a lesson, if I’m not mistaken, that applies to people too.