Best Reposition Poems
It is Christmas Eve, all preparations for the day are done,
My hand grabs the doorknob as I step out to take a stroll,
On this peaceful night the village is silent, and I see no one,
Walking under the warm glow of a decorated streetlight pole.
I stand and gaze at the windows of the house next door,
Where a tree glows with bubble lights and tinsel strands,
Three stockings holding wishes, await over the fire's roar,
A scene straight from a dream, so wonderful and grand.
Glancing upwards, as the clouds glide across the moon,
Silver stars are out mingling with the drifting snowflakes,
A sight to enjoy here and now, for morning will be here soon,
A beautiful Christmas memory, deep in my heart to take.
Only one car comes up the street, as I walk along our lane,
Just a friendly snowman is there to greet me with a hello,
I stop, adjust his top hat, and reposition his pipe and cane,
This cold-hearted man has made a child smile, I know.
My ears lead me to the street corner where carolers sing,
As those old familiar notes drift towards me on the air,
More sounds seem to awaken as the bells distantly ring,
I felt nothing but a warming glow as I was standing there.
Categories:
reposition, christmas, holiday, joy, nostalgia,
Form:
Quatrain
Some men's have dream's that forsee into the vision of the impressible days that
comes and go. Some womens have a vision from their dreams, that visualize the
prosperity of the comfort zone that shall enhance an valiant decision. A decision of
"do's and do nots", as life teaches us that what we learn sometimes compliment what
shall we earn. Some men's have dream's within the vision that help determine the
"Emancipation of the Whole-Wide-World. How contrite the word of God is an everlast-
ing to everlasting archeaology that decides where life goes and the decision to believe
in the Heaven's;
I once had a vision of a place, were they say, "there shall be no more pain". It was
in a place-where all men's go to face judgement of their King!..
Ezekiel once had a dream of the oracle of God, in which his vision orgestrated by
the Lord, help imprint in his mind{Ezekiel} that we're to always be prepared for the
vision of were we are going and judgementally, were we come from.
To properily reposition yourself for God's purpose, one must first believe in the dream,
and secondily one must reconvent a purpose to believe in acceiving a perivual view of
all the connected vantage point's of the vision of seeing from any angle, that the truth
will bring solidity.
Categories:
reposition, adventurelife,
Form:
Light Verse
The Heron, grey priest of the shallow mere
Stalks slow and calculated t’ward its prey
With cool far seeing vision of a seer
And knowing his own power needs no defray
For he alone adjudicates the day
His strategy grinds more than single axe
A long unhurried glide path to new gaze
Will reposition him for a climax
And total consummation of his plays
The end - submission that for him is praise
Categories:
reposition, bird,
Form:
Quintain (English)
In the midst of whatever has you bound up and under attack
The presence of God can break every chain for the Lord has your back
Be it mental, physical or psychological chains that are holding you down
The presence of the Lord has the power to lift you up to higher ground
The liberating presence of the Lord God will deliver you and set you free
From whatever has you shackled and girded up like a Christmas turkey
Let me go, set me free, break every chain, free me from my situation
It's time for me to embrace the place of my transformation
Let me go, set me free, break every chain
Of whatever has me stricken, bent over and in pain
Let me go, release me, take away the shame
Let the Holy Spirit bring forth in me some change
It's not enough to just show up in church dressed to the nines
You need to participate in the worship and let God enter your mind
And don't play yourself by thinking the church is more than just a building
As it's the congregation who are the true source
In working, worshipping and witnessing for God
For He is the ultimate life force
Now let the power of worship in you transcend and transform
Let the power of praise in you redeem and reform
And it matters not what is your condition
Allow the Holy Spirit to reposition
And no longer will your condition rule
As you have been spiritually schooled
Now able to get past your circumstances and situations
By embracing the Resurrection power of God in your transformation
Let me go, let me go, free me from my misery
Break every chain Lord God, just set me free
No longer will I internalize or lament woe is me
For I've been transformed by the hand of God for the whole world to see
Categories:
reposition, angst, encouraging, faith, god,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
As the bird flies high – so can I
With wings extended to soar
Into the hearts of men with fingers
To touch the soul forevermore
Comforting with soft, gentle touch
Easing pain I reposition
Wiping tears of a troubled heart
To my Savior I petition
Writing to create and stimulate
Painting words to color the bleak
Holding pen or bush carefully
To share His beauty I do seek
My fingers extend from my brain
Guiding ev’ry movement and thought
If only, I soar in quiet
With the birds, doing what I ought
As the bird soars high – so can I
With fingers as wings, working love
Into the heart of man in some way
Bringing honor to our Lord above
I can soar; I can soar all days
Through Him who always guides my way
Categories:
reposition, celebration, memory,
Form:
Rhyme
Quicken my perception with your poetic prophecies
Preach with persuasion, until your theories are believed
Mixed me in the mortar of your mental monument,
Illuminate my psyche with your divine enlightenment
Chronicle your intelligences onto my solemn scrolls
Let me read you like a mystery and watch the plot unfold
Speak to me in riddles and watch me crack your codes
Light the fuse to my confusion and feel it explode
Brand my brain with the force of your profound conviction
Explain to me your logic, dissecting fact from fiction.
Take me to a higher level while my knowledge elevates
Deadlocked in your insight; no way to escape
Engrave your explanations into my wild imagination
Revive my unawareness with your clarifications
Submerge me in your subconscious until I fathom your meaning
Intuition knowing, growing, over flowing in your reasoning
Drown me in the seas of your possibilities
Fill me with your brilliance beyond my capacity
Manipulate my mind and reposition my thinking
Throw me a life preserve; my rationality‘s sinking
Chiquita Baity
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Categories:
reposition, imagination, me, me,
Form:
Couplet
In the beginning was the void
And the void was covered with ice
They said, "Let us reposition its orbit
To make its temperature precise."
And the waters began to flow
They shaped exactly as it should
And thus Galactic Terraforming
Saw that it was good
So the planet became blue
And the air became breathable
Countless life forms were shipped in
As their creation became habitable
And many warring races
Engineered the most beautiful plan
They created a covenant of peace
And thus they called it man
And man received a trait
From each participating species
Making him the most complex enigma
So that he could learn how to see
And they all made this pact
Their first time to agree
That when we learn to love each other
There will be universal peace
Categories:
reposition, inspirational, visionary, planet,
Form:
Free verse
So after the sale I had a bunch of cash
But I was too honest to bury that stash.
I settled my debts with all my credit cards.
And figured I’ll start over, it couldn’t be that hard.
I didn’t realize how truly bad the economy is.
And after 200 job applications, I say, “What gives?”
I’m 60 years old without a dime to my name.
Whose fault is that, am I the one to blame?
I get a few video jobs to pay the utilities?
What kind of life is this, someone tell me please?
I wake up each morning asking God to take me away.
I don’t want to be a burden on anyone, no way, no way.
So what am I doing to make life better, to pay my bills and whatever?
It’s not like I lie in bed and have no new endeavors.
I’m trying to sell web videos for businesses need them, don’t you know?
And am trying to build websites that bring in the dough.
I’m also trying to market video legacies
Where people tell the story of their life before they’re deceased.
I know there’s lot’s of money out there.
I’m hoping to capture part of that market, if I dare.
I also have a model where I do videos for businesses
To market their services online in this new world of synthesis.
I have a sales rep only on commission
With the hope she’ll help me reposition.
I’ve also booked time on a local radio
Where for $125.00 an hour I can have my own show.
I don’t know if there’s an audience,
Stay tuned as they say, if I’m lucky, I will commence.
So you want to know when I’ll pay the mortgage?
I don’t deny that I have the courage.
Give me until the end of December
To solve this problem, so we won’t have to remember.
A lower interest rate would be good and then some
But I need lot’s more money, a new source of income
Everything else is not really a solution.
Just pay your bills, there’s no other conclusion.
So that’s my story, that’s why I am broke.
I’ve tons of ideas with no money to stoke.
With God’s willing someone will want this sixty year old
If that person exists, I’ll make their life gold.
Categories:
reposition, on work and working,
Form:
Rhyme
it's miserable and magical. by the deep rivers of water, I'm planted - also poisoned. I'm in position for life's misery and magic and music. move me. reposition time. pursue light. uncaged. be free.
Categories:
reposition, butterfly,
Form:
Free verse
In order to repair the breach we must finally concede
that there's a disconnection from God that we must address by deed
for as naked as Adam and Eve were when they tried to hide from their sins
we need to take a long hard look inside ourselves once again
In the sight of God we're all covered with sin like dirt on clothes
we need to reposition ourselves so of our lives God can take control
we must be brutally honest and look within our own hearts
before we can attempt to judge others on ourselves we need to start
by the way we talk, our spiritual walk and the way that we behave
as none of us are sinless let's be more united in order to be saved
put the pettiness aside, throw out the trash, the personal baggage and issues
those titles, the positions, the ranks
and prejudices that have us divided and confused
In order to repair the breach we must do a true self examination
remove the weight of sin from our hearts to be cleansed for spiritual preparation
to spend less time on those things that are not of God
to spend more time reading His Word and then taking It to heart
no longer to feel disconnected in our relationship with Jesus Christ
removing the plank from our own eyes in order to see the true joy in life
the joy of the Lord that gives us the comfort and the strength
that unlimited power supply that will go the entire distance
we must stop being so self-centered and to God open our minds
by disarming the enemy's influence and embracing God's Kind
to be there for each other more than superficially
to care and love one another more authentically
to recognize that Jezebel spirit so consumed with power and material wealth
to reveal and then rebuke it so we can retain our spiritual health
God desires to take us to a place of victory
we just need to stop being our own worst enemy
In order to repair the breach, the joy must be restored
that spiritual contentment that the Holy Spirit affords
so rediscover and reconnect to your Savior Jesus Christ
reestablish your commitment and the covenant of speaking life
forget about the trials and tribulations that God said He'd take care of
trust in Him to provide and then bask in His unconditional love
to have true gladness and the grace of God now within your reach
your connection with God has restored the joy and thus repaired the breach
Categories:
reposition, faith, happiness, inspirational, life,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
You cried when I walked away from us,
And decided to reposition forward to another.
You thought I vacant on the covetousness,
Then to reside in my secure stages of love.
You wept when you instituted that my being,
Cheated on you with a licentious woman,
Then to coerce my lustful ways with you.
Your tears were mistaken to come down your cheek for me,
Cause my psyche was wrong to deceive on something exceptional
Like you.
I?m just blinded from what your perception brought to me.
You tried to take the trepidation of wanting esteem,
And just residing in the love you was positioning out for me.
The times were magical in my eyes.
You never asked for prosperity,
But just for to be adored by a spirit like me.
We would always debate on certain issues,
But would never turn our backs on one another.
We was the love chronicle that was prepared to be seen
And never had a beautiful finale too.
I used to offend your physical attributes,
And be inconsiderate for the choices you made in your life.
So for all my devious ways,
My player days,
Everything that I did to affront your being,
I just have to say ?I?m apologetic for being the discourteous person I was.
I did not appreciate your feelings and thoughts,
But was just not in keen on hearing your quandary with us.
Maybe I known we wasn?t inclined for one another,
Or maybe my empathy knew that you would exhibit tenderness towards it.
I think about you constantly like my prayers in the morning,
And my qualms at night.
But you won?t talk to me,
Or read the little annotations or sonnet's I write to you.
But if God himself gave me one more probability to prove my love once again with
you,
I would complete the sovereign you ached for in time.
No one with your exquisiteness and wits,
Should whimper over someone misguided of your love.
And for that I?m sorry for taking you through my tribulations of being a man.
Categories:
reposition, love, love,
Form:
It’s a five-hour round trip,
What with the ferry, shuttle, a
Twenty-minute walk, sometimes the bus,
Just to see him for a couple of hours.
Sometimes he’s not doing well
Or is sleeping while I’m there.
It’s been such a long time!
First there was the back operation.
They said it went well, that soon I
Could see him in the recovery room.
But then he had the stroke!
Those weeks in intensive care
When they kept asking him
Every hour if he knew his name,
His birthday, his middle name,
The president, the year!
At least he could answer, if
Only haltingly. When the pain
Was dulled, he slept,
So lethargic it was scary!
He developed pneumonia,
Fluid around the lungs, too,
And had to have a drain,
Along with all the IVs,
And so many tests! EEGs,
X-rays, scans, ultrasounds,
Over and over again!
Finally, release to a room
Out of the ICU, but still tubes
And tests and more tests!
We sat by his bed, day after day,
Watching him sleep or trying
To engage him in conversation.
Putting his bed up, putting it down,
Getting nurses to reposition him,
Wetting his mouth with sponges,
Taking turns to get a break.
Then, after thirty-one days,
At last, to the rehab hospital!
Progress, pain, setbacks, complaints
(Who wouldn’t complain?)
At present he’s making small steps.
He is able to swallow all right,
So no more pureed food!
He can stand for a short time
In the standing frame,
A little longer this week than last!
The physical therapy is slow and
Sometimes discouraging,
Retraining those unused muscles.
Certainly it will be many weeks yet,
But now I can see a future when
He will come back home to us,
To me and to his beloved
Bernese Mountain Dog, Andy,
And his cats, Sweetie Pie and Sophie,
And he’ll be back to his old self again!
Categories:
reposition, angst, care, caregiving, husband,
Form:
Free verse
Darest V.C.,
The voodoo was the ill-omen,
Like the Mills bomb of the uniformed;
The voodoo was under-stated:
Youngsters danced by your stygian microcosm;
The voodoo was our ill-omen,
A crypt in this forest of pantology!
Darest V.C.,
The tear-gas tattle in the tavern;
The uniformed patrol perverting the road;
The pestilence of beating rods;
The petrifying forcing of the lasses
In vaults inside the vault;
Are these the few marks
Of the venality in the Ichor?
Darest V.C.,
Of course, not these alone!
Many are limping: few are walking,
And some of the walkers are limping
In their inside –
Of course, not these alone!
We all saw the fallen logs,
These logs – darest V.C.,
Should have been the ready trees
In the forest of their ancestors;
Of course, not these alone!
Many of the stars were lost
By the reposition of your sky,
And we like one long wood
Are the fallen logs of the Ichor!
Then – darest V.C.,
At your kindly instance
Some logs were towed to the ready rascals
Of the regius horse-pital;
Of course, not these alone!
Blood of gods gushed freely
From these blessed horizons of your rod.
Categories:
reposition, parody
Form:
Instant friction
Lost in a fiction
A certain malnutrition
Of the world we live in
Can't stop this rejection
Familiarization is a complication
A mirrored reflection
Down to the core of perfection
These are my switchblade tragedies
Deal on a dime
Don't know what it means
Just a lost cause with no novel-tine
And a condescending outlook to this nicotine
Casting the capers into oblivion
Laughing out loud at the world you threw me in
Can't stop the pounding
Living up to my surroundings
And as a matter of fact
Don't plan to take it back
These are my switchblade tragedies
So don't count on my own sweet parodies
A bitter-sweet taste that leaves you wanting more
To settle the score
Lost in my own transition
My own demolition
Fighting for my right to reposition
To recondition
These are what I call
My switchblade tragedies
It leaves you wanting more
It leaves you wanting more
Categories:
reposition, dedication, life, world,
Form:
Rhyme
People of
Reposition
Men of
Calm
Islands of
Immunity
Centuries
Palm
Keepers of
Kingdoms
Regents of
Sight
Pilgrims of
Pugilance
Nomads
Delight
Seekers of
Solitude
Freedom
Within
Sages with
Sustenance
Queens on
The wind
Dogmas of
Certainty
Knights of
The sword
Prisoners of
Dignity
All caught,
—by the word!
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 1977)
'An Anthology Of Perception Vol #1'
Categories:
reposition, words,
Form:
Rhyme