Best Reshaping Poems
Will the children of today,
when they are old, look back
and say, as we do now, that
times have really changed?
Will they mean it in the same way
that we mean it now? Will they,
in future, all remark, as we
do now, how slow the pace of life
once was and how fast, now,
it has become?
Abandoning their games,
reshaping minds, will they better
understand than we have
understood that not all
all-too-rapid change is good?
Will they be fairer than we are --
cling to real, not bogus, values --
to their own unadulterated,
kinder truths.
Will justice be much fairer, blinder --
and, to repeat, much kinder --
then than now? Let us
try to steer the way so that they
may not, in future, do
as we do now.
Categories:
reshaping, change, children, future, hope,
Form:
Free verse
March is a time of transition
winter and spring commence their struggle
between moments of ice and mud
a robin appears heralding the inevitable
life stumbling from its slumber
it was in such a period of change in 1905
that the House of Physics
would see its Newtonian axioms
of an ordered universe collapse
into a new frontier
where the divisions of time and space
matter and energy
were to blend as rain and wind
in a storm that broke loose
within the mind of Albert Einstein
where Brownian motion danced
seen and unseen, a random walk
that became his papers marching through science
reshaping the very fabric of the universe
we have come to know
we all share a common ancestor
a star long lost in the eons of memory
and yet in that commonality
nature demands a permutation
a perchance genetic roll of the dice
which births a new vision
lifting us temporarily from the mystery
exposing some of the roots of our existence
only to raise a plethora of more questions
as did the papers of Einstein in 1905
SAN DIEGO 9/05 Philosophy of Science Portal
Tim Ray Poet Colleague
i was working as a "Stringer" for the above blog searching the Internet for articles on physics and philosophy and was asked to write this as part of a celebration of the 100-year mark of Einstein's papers. i do not do requests but i conceded for reasons. my claim to fame herein is a poke at Einstein's statement that God does not play with dice, however, was not he a permutation in the scheme of things? and lest we forget he objected to the Big Bang theory holding onto the Steady State with other scientists because it was too much like Genesis. and lost to Bohr over Quantum Entanglement, settled by John Stewart Bell...but who is counting? and these peccadillos stand in little shadows of those papers in 1905.
Categories:
reshaping, celebration,
Form:
Verse
my prayer for the world
am a part of humans
living in a planet called earth
we were once blessed
but now this blessing
has turn curse
the world no longer rotates
in a good shape
cos those from the powers
of darkness
are reshaping the world
destroying our nature
and killing our minds
so I pray oh God protect
the world
my prayer for the world
oh God protect the innocent
from the bad scientists
protect our young from mental
slavery
protect our women
from the hunger of money
protect our air from
evil pollution
is obvious those in power
are not our saviour
is obvious that our intellectuals
our most creative minds
are truly corrupt
even our technology bleeds
radiation to destroy our nature
nothing sims save any more
oh God
so I pray protect the innocent
in a world of destruction oh God
my prayer for the world
destruction I see
invading the world
it is growing oh God
while the so many are asleep
comfortable accepting that
which kills them
gladly adoring the ones
who in slaves them
openly praising the works
of evil
oh God what a world
a world were we are made
just to follow
who ever ask questions
look strange
in a strange world itself
so always I pray oh God
protect the innocent in a
world of destruction
my prayer for the world
open up the inner eye
of the innocent oh God
cos they really need to see
were the devil is leading
the world to
open up the minds of many
oh God
to understand the level of
the evil gravities of devilish lies
that has befallen us in this world
cos the time of redemption is now
we need to be free from fears
so I pray oh God protect the
innocent
guide their part in this world of
destruction
Categories:
reshaping, africa, dedication, deep, encouraging,
Form:
Epic
Wrought liquid metal, hued in the fire's of hell,
Pored into a castings shell, then hammered well,
By the angry fists of Satan himself, behold the skeleton key.
Accursed by evil's malevolent spell, one size fits all,
No locked doors can resist against its turnings twist,
Opening unto the supernatural's mystical power, and unlocking
Humanity's hidden passages and darkest corridors,
Leaving no secrets left unspoken or in silence.
Crimson blood spewing forth from corrupted key holes, oozing
Downwards unto the floor below, staining ancient
Tapestries of the royal gentries, and the upper classes refined.
Skull to the cross bones, it possesses a will of its own,
A vile living entity, with its own consciousness.
Molding, reshaping itself at pleasures dark whim,
Feasting on hatred's malice, then releasing it unto the world
Of men.
A twisted wanton thing, laughing with intentions cruelties,
And relishing in our agonies pain.
But *****sapiens are a curious species, never realizing when to
Leave things well enough a lone.
We must know what lies beyond that forbidden
Door, where mankind is not allowed to trespass.
In these dark places of shadows ethereal, it rocks in a fetal
Ball, a creature, waiting to be disturbed, go then seek what lurks therein,
If you dare, only the key knows what it really is, and it laughs,
At our ignorance, mocking us in the darkness.
Four it is the beast, chained and shackled within our worst
Nightmares, a fierce devilish demon, that pierces through the
Darkest of night, to hunt the innocent souls of wayward men.
You've have ventured to far, beyond thy safety zone of no return.
Four death lies in those reddened eyes that watch you within
The darkness.
If you move it will attack, motions movements attracts
Attentions reactions, so remain frozen there is no safety's retreat
Thou'art trapped, again the key so laughs in the abyss,
Mocking at humanity's ignorance.
Shaking with anticipations glee, it begs the next
User to place it into the key hole, of the unknown, come along
Now what can it hurt, just one little peek, let’s look beyond the crimson
Door, as the skeleton key heckles with unbridled happiness.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
reshaping, evil, fantasy, gothic, halloween,
Form:
Free verse
How does it work, this human heart
Aches and pain, stress and stains
Lingering taste that's left is tart
Bitter to the core
It keeps on feeding, always, forever
Something I can't ignore
Changing, reshaping, discolored and hard
Alone and weak it struggles to go on
It appears to be full, but actually starved
Gazing down as the butterflies fly up
Hard to breath, eat or sleep
I never knew this road would be so tough
Now and then I think of them
All those who had a string
All fools they seam, when compared to him
Green eyes gazed into my soul
What will be my fate
Will I ever again gain control
I hoped someone would understand
Someday see who I am
When the morning light hits my face
Hear music in its place
Im still here, and I hope one day
That my ripple will one day reach the pier
Categories:
reshaping, love,
Form:
ABC
The Trojan wars has begun
when we whom do not agree
in certain opinions branded as influencers
this is a new age word created by hate
Claiming certain individuals are from the dark ages
speaking of justice being critically accurate
clinically pinpointing the raw nerve exposed as bad roots
in what is condemned to be truthfully laid bare has rights
Narrative has taken an awful twist towards bullying
in the opposite direction within no man's land
pushing evil agendas down a person's throat as caring
academically impaired those claiming knowledge
When we witness this physical exchange
reshaping everything logical in this world
to speak within council
replacing it with what I say
For those outside the kingdom of God everything is in parables
giving us visions enabling us to hear correctly
but not understand least they should turn and be forgiven
Categories:
reshaping, blessing, god, gospel, life,
Form:
Free verse
Corsets My Waist
In my corset I
Feel thin and lean
My waist is constricted
Without any pain
Down to a 22 from
A 26 inch waist
Inch by inch as I
am tightly laced
Around my body it
Is snug and warm
Squeezing firmly like
A silk stalking glove
It Defines the curves,
smoothes out lumps,
Especially if you have
Junk in your trunk
Reshaping my form
And reducing my waist
Creating an illusion of
the perfect barbie frame
I Walk proud and I
Stand tall this corset
I wear Is the cause
of it all
I glow with radiance
And sex appeal
causing not just men
but the girls to stare
So next time you see
A perfect ten stroll bye
you might find yourself
Staring because you are
mesmerized
if this happens don’t
hesitate to tell her she
looks good with a
Corseted waist
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CONTINUED:
Now here you are
with yours tightly laced,
as you stroll by..
you feel the eyes
focus on your waist....
what will they say about about you?
Categories:
reshaping, happiness,
Form:
Rhyme
career path change
reconstructing future
self's realm of reality
by way of altering
present life path
reshaping the course
of inaction into action
not allowing path to remain the same
not allowing the current self to sabotage the future self
altering the space time continuum
creating an alternate future reality
Categories:
reshaping, change,
Form:
Lyric
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)
Categories:
reshaping, analogy, appreciation, blessing, devotion,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
I seek a dip in the ocean
Its cold, aggressive waters are therapy
It seems all of my troubles can slip away
With the rift of the turbulent sea
Walking across the warm sand
Its texture both heals and wounds
Reshaping and softening the skin
Working its way into every groove
That initial lick of ocean froth
As innocent as a salty kiss
Betrays the nature of its icy embrace
And the magnitude of the abyss
The current is stronger than I am
I am tossed and thrown about
At times I am not sure I will wind up
At the surface or be pulled down!
But once beyond the sluicing waves
I am in a paradise of tranquility
Alone, awakened and restored
I swim until the shore can barely be seen
Once home, the ocean scent lingers
Perfuming my hair and dreams
And as I nap, I am carried back
To the lullabye of the sea
Categories:
reshaping, nature, seaocean, , Lullaby,
Form:
Quatrain
The sole praise for being blessed is priceless.
Inhale the soft glow of the soul welly.
It's false to force others to your embrace.
He just pulls the faint air from blessed body.
Desire to get rid of gloom and sadness.
What a gloss golden chance to be alive.
Leading, sustaining, and soulful living.
There have been few reshaping swarmed to thrive.
Regret has excelled in untethering.
Having reached a whit of skill to contrive.
What glory has been given utterly?
Our goal is to live as long as feasible.
I loathe the stoics for their tenacity.
Ignore your claim round ranking audible.
What we've created is almost perfectly.
What an excellent feeling that all is good.
As I rode, I grasped how to be together.
The work is still in the layering hood.
It was an outcome of prior sway blunder.
This is a huge gift from the diced awards lured.
Written: November 22, 2021
Categories:
reshaping, analogy, appreciation, beautiful, character,
Form:
Cinquain
Could a single sifted grain of sand ever disappear?
You pour ocean's capacious core into a roar.
Dolphins flip rhythmically within; echolocation's clicks You hear.
Shifting, reshaping sand slides against gentle waves, seeking shore.
You pour ocean's capacious core into a roar.
Polyps of reef-clung coral invitingly sway for a tasty array of incognizant prey.
Shifting, reshaping sand slides against gentle waves, seeking shore.
An infant's hands imprint the sand, as a shoreside band plays reggae.
Polyps of reef-clung coral invitingly sway for a tasty array of incognizant prey.
Dolphins flip rhythmically within; echolocation's clicks You hear.
An infant's hands imprint the sand, as a shoreside band plays reggae.
Could a single sifted grain of sand ever disappear?
Categories:
reshaping, change, god, inspirational, life,
Form:
Pantoum
poof. I feel your color. you ignite me. you chastise me. my vulnerability is humiliating. breathing such humid air is humiliating. and poof. here you are. where you have always been. the differences. and the distances. fighting demons. sleeping in your favorite denim. morning grew dim until it was the heart of night. the deepest, truest, purest words I had ever written. I now rewrite. I must rewrite. I must confess. I must write. I'm confused. emotionally constrained. oh. The pain. but I found solace. In you. In outter space. we held hands. and floated right away. you kissed me. right away. I kissed the cosmos. existing. In your smile. I felt warm. I smiled. I feel warm. For once, I smiled. I feel at home. Right away. Well, that's how I felt. Finding forever. You gave me courage. To be free. poof. poof. Freedom. A melody. And what if I tell you. [now]. How I feel. Disappear into the morning sun. The moon is mourning the morning sun. A morning run. I crave more morning sun. I bask in your sunset. I can't watch our favorite movie. The mourning is done. I can taste your regret. I am on the run. And yet. It's morning. you move me. You stopped me. You dug. deeper. into me. You chased me. You sought me. Igniting me. And rewriting me. Changing me. And Reshaping me. Who I am. Recreating me. All that I was meant to be. and making me. Breathing. Breathing into me. You. You know. You must be beautiful. The stakes must be high. Hello. Hi. How far will these colors go. Blues. Greens. Purples. May I go with you. Cobalt blues. Sea greens. Magentas. Turquoise. Emerald. Sapphire. Poof. Poof. Move me. the differences. the distances. the places. the people. I can no longer distinguish. But I feel color, Mister...
Categories:
reshaping, soulmate,
Form:
Free verse
Can I declare a duty poetic,
orating of a love alphabetic?
No honorable intentions,
free-venting my notions…
Escapes in a mere write,
reshaping joys, or spite…
Echoing wordy sashays,
nuances, and mind play…
Calculating mythomania,
elevates to an egomania!
Cast the grandiose delusions aside
Artistry is where pretensions abide…
Like words full of farce,
levitate beautiful scars!
(10/12/2020: '05 Crownline 236 LS, Folsom)
Categories:
reshaping, art,
Form:
Couplet
Mother, my hands have never wiped your sleep scarred eyes
Offered you the offering of blood, breast, and unshed tears
Temple of prayers found in you, sanctuary of troubled years
Hands crossless bleeding, caring for the child hope did despise
Emblem of virtue in self giving, strength's reservoir, my beauty,
Rest not in pearl of past glory, unflinching love to onerous duty
Integrity is the garment of the wise, none wears it like you
Love so lovely, discipline so comely, example of patience true
Operas had no song to sing like milk or your morning dew
Virtue no image as bright, or dedicated teacher kind like you
Emerald of unjewelled days, darling, sweet mother, I love you.
Years have left undiminished your living sterling and giving
Opal of the starless heart, I give the diamond of skies to you
Urging me to use for building bricks blocks set for stumbling.
II
Mother I wish you were here still
Offering me guideance and strength of will
Teaching me to negotiate the earth
Harbour of my weary vessel when I berth
Ego dry, empty of grace and vision to see
Rebuilding, reshaping virtue and character in me
Instructor of the heart, the hands and the head
Lady of women apart, I cry still in my bed
Only true love, your sting and rebuke repairing
Virtue in me. Mother, I love you still, darling
Eternal memories comfort me when I'm in dread.
Yearn my heart to hear sing through the night
Onward through rain or cloud drenched sunlight
Under no circumstance surrender, mother, you said.
Categories:
reshaping, mother, me, love, me,
Form:
Acrostic