Best Restructure Poems


One Day

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One day we'll all go to the other side of the world 
where the moon is launched near the stars unfurled  
We will assemble in the hubble of the milky way 
and find no trace of earthly bodies in this mainstay; 

We will hover inside the palindrome of heaven's loft 
restructure like dancing orbs of light, bouncing off 
the walls of the sky, born to never be born or die; 

One day we will escape this crusty earth of touch 
and leave for a place where we don't need a thing 
No surgical headlights to see the cavity of man 
no scalpel to fix a little girl named, Marianne 

We will find our loved ones smiling on the other side 
they will be the hinges on the door that leads inside
Exhilarated and free we will shine softly in the night. 
as if we were the only light aglow, far and out of site .

Restructuring the Education System

Cried loud all "innovate or perish" all around the World
Why not the education which gives the greatest mould

Primary , Secondary and Tertiary are the steps to consume our life
This system is age old not have any logic with the time rife

Mature are the minds today before their age
Then why You Educationist let their brain waste  over page

Think twice and RETHINK, REKINDLE the Hope
Education is stepping stone not a joke

Let the death-knell takes its toll on the past
Rest assured, Children will fly high without a mast

So restructure, redesign redefine the system
That makes the life , CARPE DIEM!!!

The Cabin

The Cabin

Earth given trees mauled
Revised restructure by God’s man
Engineered by God


Premium Member Right verses wrong

Many have little faith and are part of a great heresy 
what our Lord calls abominations they support with a full heart
Lawless behaviour has become the new normal everyday 
it is hard to fathom the dept of this corruption displayed 
only a handful will stand up for the truth to be told right 
History is filled with similar stories told by saints and the Bible 
the serpent is working on a cunning plan to restructure the family 
sinful logic has no place in addressing God's art of creation 
a mother is gendered when her womb becomes the cradle of life 
Our worse sin is we have destroyed and betrayed ourselves
working within this darkness silently they pretend to serve the Light

Liegeria

Did the government read any 
of the expert and professional articles about the nation?
No! he read the truth from his bible and quran and consulted ayinlala
And would not mind the bookworms whose domain would soon
Be salted with strike and downsizing for economic growth!

Did the government hear or see 
The commentary on, and documentary of the nation?
No! he heard from the rumour mongering of his caucus, cabinet
And political godfathers who are nursing manifestoes
That would restructure and make a new LIE-GE-RIA!

Did the government stay at home
To quench the fire razing down the nation?
No! he always run abroad away from the raging inferno
To seek the opinion of white house,
In order to avoid embarrassment when he seeks asylum!

Did the government open his ears and respond
To the cries of hunger, protest, disaster, bloodbath and anarchy?
No! he sits on the lap of luxury within the presidential palace
And rides out with escorts and sirens in long procession
Leading the country to its final burial!

Yes, I Did

Yes, I D.I.D. (U)

Ok? (F)
So I don’t think the same (F)
-not a bit (P)
should I be feeling shame? (C)
should I stop thinking? (C)
should I just quit? (C)
I’m not sure why it’s a problem (M)

You can try to break my mind (F)
restructure, reshape (M)
unspool and rewind (M)
spread the cracks, make them gape (W)
but it won’t make me any better (F)

Some things I may say – you can’t comprehend (M)
I know they can’t be real (F)
but please, just pretend (P)
for my sake (W)

It will be difficult (F)
and seem impossible (M)
but I’m not all gone yet (P)
I still maintain a slight grip on reality (Ma)
while my imagination remains indocible (C)

Pray for me, I am ill (Ma)
I have a worsening case of “instability” (M)
I’m split (W)
hallucinations are plenty, emotions are scattered (F)
pray for me before I become nil (Ma)




Unknown - the original person (U)
Frederick – logical, condescending, sarcastic, realist (F)
Melissa – emotional, understanding, poetic, imaginative (M)
Catherine – angry, defiant (C)
William – childish, violent, selfish (W)
Marian – religious, passive, melodramatic (Ma)
Paul – shy, undermined by the others (P)


I Miss You Dad (Altziemers)

Where have you gone
precoius father,
you don't even know my name,
your eyes are void, no memories left
yet your face is still the same.

The man who built bridges
so we could cross another side,
If I could build one thing,
I know I'd build, restructure
of your mind.

Where have you gone
dear Father, as i tuck you!! into bed,
for I long to hear those loving words.
goodnight Ann and God Bless.

Armistice

Apart from being torn in pieces, I am together.
Aside from what is known, I am in twain.
Life is fulfilled with so much complexity; however, the world is mundane.
It seems to be a lack of involvement in an enricher way.

Through variables of disparity, discrepancy is everywhere.
None of this matter when augment must be the sound of a nation diverse from immigration and structured from this profoundness.
Our country mode of government must enhance this conformity.
There is no reason to lose to foreign entities.

World War is in a third tier.
We are not afraid of perseverance.
We will restructure from this campaign.
We are so far in tyranny that our militia is ready to bear arms.

Oppressive this may be perceived; however, it really is not.
Our democracy is consensus that rises up metaphorically to win from tyrants in the government with irony being what is exerted.
We bring to bear all that is necessitated to stand up for what is right.
In peace and harmony, we negotiate to avoid a fight.

If this is not possible, we deploy outright in which an immediate surrender is reserved.
We are strong in our focus and our position is known throughout the universe.
In deportment, we conduct our business.
Our behavior; therefore, is exemplary.

Our minds are within our history of how we became.
Our beings are prototypical in strategy and this is in peace or war.
We bid goodwill to all.

We bring to bear all that is necessitated to stand up for what is right.
In peace and harmony, we negotiate to avoid a fight.
We bid all goodwill and a good night.

Land of Decree

The earths just one big trash can
Gets pushed up into a mountain
The oil spills, the whacked out pills
Look how we're surrounded

Land of decree, home of decay
Stopping tomorrow to deal with today
Mixed up messages mixed up minds 
All of these questions, all of the time

Going to bury my head in the sand
Going to run as fast as i can
Not going to follow the plan
The plan it is a scam
Not going to work
Just want your brain to hurt
Just want your heart to squirt

It's a drop dead reality
Stuck in this cavity
Surrounded by catastrophe
Acting diplomatically
Making the brutality the reality
Glorifying fatality

Pull our minds out of the gutter
There is still more to discover
We will stand tougher
Smother the sucker 
Let us restructure

The strategy practically destroyed the galaxy
Demoting our nationality, we won't live unhappily  
Improve our mentality, principality, constitutionality, heterosexuality, and confidentiality

Actively attracted me to your mind
Maddened me 
Saddened me
Made me blind

Premium Member Esteemed Friend

Thank 
You 
Dear and
Esteemed friend
For the genuine
Support you gave me today in 
A moment when you are reinventing your whole life 
When an unexpected news turn you to restructure all the ambits of existence

Premium Member Proverbs 25:21

A corner of the roof is a better life
    than a fine house shared with a quarrelsome wife.

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Only a very minor restructure of the ESV text required for this one
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.

Rasbeery Jam Is Better With Toast

Romiao was a bassoon player for the Getdown Groove
orcheastra, they were selected to do a gig for a famous
singer who was coming to town, they
were told
to reherst the package the Mastro
had sent to them, they had 23 day to get the music right, and if
it didn'tmeet the liking of the certain person (know one know who it was)
they would have to forfeit their contract, and the Mastro would have to restructure
his current band to form another at
the cost of the Mastro. Well they reherst day's and Night, and they sound real good,
some
were done nearly professional, some had some tweaking to do
but they were confident that they would meet scrutiny, because the usage of a sythersizer would
fill in the queit edges were they were resting. When the time came for the
discussion, the group of
38 entered the hall were they
were approached by the Mastro, who turned on his phone and placed it near the microphone
so everyone could hear the instructions, still they didn't know who was
the person who was doing the decision making for the visiting Mastro.
Well during the phone call, Romeo spread a spoonful of jam on the
top of his bassoon, they band member's stopped and looked at him, he began licking the jam off his bassoon, and one member committed, this is why we are not going to be selected, They became angry and one woman even cursed Romeo,(ironically her name was Juleit) that's
when the Mastro stopped the noises and quieted the crowd and asked them to be quiet, he asked the person who would make the decision to stand and render his finding,. After a moment, the tension was breathtaking, all looked around, and suspected each other, Romeo stood, and the woman told him to sit on his @ss, then he said you all passed, and left out.

Corporate Life

Lead me home,
Away from these fires
And compromises of dreams inside,
Still existing, slowly deteriorating

Make no mention across
The boardroom desk of a 
Yearning heart. Bad form.
Bloody up the forecast.

Wipe clean the plate
For the next green leathered occupier
To present their return on no investment.
Earnings after taxes, depreciated.

With composed discharge, 
Diminish the minions.
Walk away from the policy
And procedure of souls seeking comfort
With tiny voices,
Terminate and restructure, build and repurpose 
In a careful edit. 
Blind copy coconspirators, then press send.

Feed the lion the monthly meat
And while he gorges, hunt for more.
Until you are served up.

Woman

What do I do, what can I say
Where are the words to begin
You’ve laid me here this special day
Just to bless me once again

From the dust I’ve been created
But you saw an emptiness in my soul
You knew beforehand that I’d be frustrated
That my heart would probably grow cold

For a time you’ve laid me to rest
In order to restructure my flesh and bone
To provide a comfort and relieve my stress
So I’d not live in this world alone

Now that you’ve awaken me
There’s so much I want to learn
Of this beautiful sight I’m blessed to see
Causing a fire inside me that burns

In touching, it’s much softer that I
Then the arms begin to unfold
In my examination all I can do is cry
And I’m hearing things I’ve never been told

Lord, what’s the meaning of this
Teach me that I may truly understand
All these things I’m feeling from a kiss
Shows me what’s lacking in man

It stands right by my side
And looks me dead in my eyes
For with it I must provide
Lord this is your most awesome surprise

As we walk hand in hand
What words could I use?
Should I show love or just make demands?
It’s not something You’d want me to abuse

I don’t believe this could get any better
For so much is stirred up on the inside
There’s a thought of us coming together
This is where I’ll always abide

Now that I’ve been made complete
Words cannot express what you've woven
It stands by my side as my helpmeet
My God, I’m going to name it Woman

Edit In Life

Restructure
Some wording
In the dangling
Of
Meaningless
Sentences

Writing is
The Sparkle
Crackling in
Forgotten fires
Inside
The minds
Time
To shine

Wind us up
And see
Us spin
Don't
Topple 
Us over 
Regression
Never wins

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