Best Revamped Poems
Walking in sailor fields amongst the nettles picking blackberries,
the brambles cut deep savage the mind. Yet the bowl to be filled
the jam to be boiled the bread of hope to be flavourful,
the innocence of it all enhanced by the beauty of this place.
an arcing rainbow
blazon sky holds cotton clouds
wild tussocks frolic
The village shimmers in idyllic peace, the veil of eastern promise
chases the setting sun, bequeath a heavenly sequin blanket, to
lovingly cloak God’s very own. Life had not changed much
in the place, except some men returned leaving their memories
over yonder, while others stayed away their bones to lay within
‘Alien soil.’ ‘England expects.’ Et cetera!
striped bees’ pink clover
rich meadows so verdant wait
wild poppies stand tall
Alas the hurt does not diminish for those left behind, walking alone
in their beloved sailor fields amongst the nettles picking blackberries,
where the sweetest words of love they shared together no more said
only the shadows the silhouettes and these moments truly blest.
dragonfly hunting
dandelion seeds gliding
wild wind song regaled
© Harry J Horsman 2022
A revamped free verse
Categories:
revamped, memory,
Form:
Haibun
Love should only ever kindle the present and the future. Not the past…
Primarily, I am second.
For I have placed others on similar platforms
Made of charred cedar and revamped memories
Unintentionally
It is not intent that we embrace, but the end result.
Good, brief.
Bad, seared.
Branded
I hang my smile on half-mast remembrance,
The elaborate touch of yesterday’s smile
Forgotten
And days go by
Where cryptic anger holds me dear
Because my identity becomes nothing more
Than a discarded 140 characters
Yet, this handsome error
Will still smile through the equally equivocal flaws
Of others
We are a marathon running on seismographic parallels.
Faults, unbecoming
Faults, embedded
One-sided
Expiration, denied
The pricelessness of my heart, cost overridden
Perhaps it has become the only option
To keep love’s punishment, subdued
While songs of psychic animosities,
Lay judgment on unawareness’ smile
It is not easy to reach wanton goals,
While attempts to (mind) read incoming ruptures
Incorporate 50% success rate
We stumbled when we ran yesterday.
We will stumble when we walk today.
We shall stumble upon the sunrise & sunset of tomorrow.
Why couldn’t you just hold my hand when we fall?
…
I am, Error.
One day, I will become a candle in the wind
Extinguished
Will the winds upon angel’s wing
Be guided by those same smiles
Tossed into amnesia’s similar gust
©D.J.E.
Categories:
revamped, friend, friendship, life, love,
Form:
Free verse
Creatures Of The Flame
Fierce friend or foe...earth element of fire;
In many ways advanced our humankind.
Relentless when unchecked, a beast so dire,
Engulfs and smothers, leaving ash behind.
Fire shaped the path for humans to progress:
provided them with warmth and light at night;
by chance, found cooking meat gave tenderness,
so eating more increased brain power's might.
The flames of fire kept beasts of prey at bay,
so humans slept in caves instead of trees.
Less vigor used to chew and climb paved way
to think, invent, develop skills with ease.
The gift of fire revamped the human game
when we became earth "creatures of the flame."
Sandra M. Haight
~6th Place~
Contest: Elements Part 4: Fire
Sponsor: Brian Davey
Judged: 05/03/2016
Reference: Discover Magazine: Archaeologists Find Earliest Evidence of Humans Cooking With Fire: "The altered anatomy of H. Erectus, Wrangham wrote, indicates that these beings, like us, were creatures of flame."
Categories:
revamped, fire, humanity,
Form:
Sonnet
Three crosses stood still that faithful day
As the skies sadly wept a guilted grey
On the highest hill, they would be seen
Ruled by Roman eyes that did demean
The middle cross covered in a rustic red
Where the blood of Christ, sacrificed shed
The limpid lamb died for our shameless sins
With whispering winds spun by Angels wings
The Christened cross was made thus Divine
For Christ awaited ascension to the Holy Shrine
And the weathered wood of dogmatic Destiny
Dexterously dismantled bereaving blessedly
Christ was carefully rested in a timeless tomb
As His Loving Light created a newly found womb.
Revamped from an older poem...
Feb.27.2019
Cross - Your Interpretation
Sponsored by: Carolyn Devonshire
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
Categories:
revamped, christian, easter, jesus, spiritual,
Form:
Sonnet
From the moment we met
he'd treated me like a princess
I was young and naive
flattered by his attention,
misinterpreting it as a forever love
Mum took an instant dislike to him
She said he was like a chameleon
and I should be wary of his dark side
but I was too loved up to listen or too much in love
In fact, it only made me want him more
Within a month
I'd moved into his flat
Swapping girly nights out
for cosy nights by a blazing fire
He revamped my wardrobe
threw out my sexy dresses
preferring me to wear jeans
Mum used to ring me
but he told me to ignore her
said she wanted to split us up
I deleted her number from my phone
Friends stopped calling me
I always said I was too busy
One night I burned the pizza
and he went ballistic
A black rage engulfed him
His eyes flashed as dark as coals
and his fists pummeled me
like a volley of cannon balls
Vivid, violet bruising covered my body
He couldn’t see the scars in my heart
and I doubt if he'd have cared
He begged for forgiveness,
said it would never happen again
Like a fool I believed him
I even blamed myself for ruining dinner
Next morning, I put on a long-sleeved blouse
painted on a smile and went to work
It was then the cycle of abuse began
Verbally, he’d fly into a rage
sometimes over the slightest thing
Then, physically which ended up
with him using me like a punching bag
One night, he went too far
grabbed a hammer and beat me
neighbours heard my screams
and alerted the police …
Hours later, I woke up in intensive care
Mum was sitting by my side
a look of sadness in her eyes
instead of one that implied, "I told you so"
I only wish I had listened to her
Categories:
revamped, abuse, violence,
Form:
Free verse
Florence Nightingale,
from England did hail.
Nurse extraordinaire,
she revamped medical care.
8/20/15
Categories:
revamped, dedication, england, woman,
Form:
Clerihew
Abstrusely they spoke about things unknown.
They figured she understood because she responded within knowledge given by the Lord.
Never could she state what was meant.
She countered innately.
She rejoined her past.
Her findings were that someone, other than herself, revamped yesterday.
How does history repeat?
Atrocious is this cruelty.
What went before is not to be.
However, a reality has formed from yesteryear.
The future is a seed, which has matured profusely.
Seething a lost is she who faces a breach in her memory.
Neurological resources are their tool.
The mind willingly enters this superlative institute.
Reconsider what has been done because tomorrow has come.
Reflect to divert to revitalize a city’s self-worth.
___________________________________________
Penned on September 06, 2014!
Categories:
revamped, anger, angst, conflict, confusion,
Form:
Couplet
“The wheel is come full circle.” William Shakespeare
The clock tick-tocks!
The tables have turn counter clockwise.
The knowledge would be known.
Life is only given once.
This is what humankind is told.
But the souls rise with suspended time and life is revamped within a twilight.
Zone is the person that child has been chosen.
Veracity her spirit holds through her mother’s soul.
Her dynasty is stated will never be.
Depression is negated; however, she will repeat history.
The clock tick-tocks and the wheel of time have come full circle.
The wisdom is acknowledge through those demised.
Their deaths were to be in suspended time.
Her mother died through organized measures.
Her sister death was from similar means.
And her husband died for religion.
The walls are rose to conceal.
The darkness thickness and amnesia is present.
She always ends in the same place.
The Greyhound Bus Station and people are crowding out front.
The clock tick and sound forms ascertain amnesia.
The wheel of time has come full circle.
What went before is now past and the future is here.
Recurrence of episodic events has been gone for fifteen years.
Inhabitants talk and state she is hearing things, when the wheel of time has reveal
them.
Tock and I will win.
The passes find that the wheel of time has ticked and the game ends.
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Penned April 27, 2014!
Categories:
revamped, bereavement, betrayal, change, faith,
Form:
Free verse
I HEAR HER SCREAMING FROM A DISTANCE TRAPPED WOMEN
SLOWLY OVERLAPPED BY MANY DRIPS STAMPED WOMEN
DOWN SHE GO TRY NOT TO HARD TO STRUGGLE
YOUR LOSING BALANCE YOU BETTER NOT GET TO CRAMPED WOMEN
YOU NEED ALL YOU CAN KEEP DONT PANIC
PLEASE DONT JUST LET THE IMAGE BE REVAMPED WOMEN
DIDNT EVEN LISTEN TO YOUR CONSIOUS YOUR FIRST MIND
WOULD YOU BE IN THIS PREDICAMENT IF IT WAS RIGHTLY CLAMPED WOMEN
SO LISTEN HERE SLOW YOUR ROAD TAKE IT SLOW
YES I KNOW I KNOW YOUR OVERLY WRAPPED WOMEN
THINK STRATEGIZE DONT OVER DO IT
NOT JUST YET YOU ARE NOT ENCAMPED WOMEN
Categories:
revamped, confusion, dark, fear, god,
Form:
Ghazal
When a big hairy spider
Came and plopped down beside her
As Miss Muffett sat munchin'
A light, healthy luncheon,
She screamed, "Sir, naught could be ruder
Than an arachnid intruder!",
And proceeded to prove the mistake he had made.
'neath a teacup she trapped him,
With a teaspoon she tapped him,
And then lethally zapped him
With a snootfull of Raid.
You may ask why'd a maid
Go ballistic that way.
Well, that's something this nursery rhyme
Never would say.
As the tale I've revamped,
I'd opine she was "cramped"
And in no mood for sharing with strangers that day.
Or, more likely,
Although this may sound quite absurd,
She'd not abide spider turds
In her curds and whey.
Categories:
revamped, humor,
Form:
Light Verse
When Light Penetrates The Fog Of Fear And Darkness
When Light through the keyhole penetrates the malaise
And within that moment your soul gives sincere praise
For that divine gift that Life's sweet promise resets
Earth's clock to those times before this darkness besets
Know Truth and eternal Light never mankind fails
To conquer anything issued from pits of Hell.
Darkness fears not man but rather eternal Light.
On earth, we are in midst of that eternal fight.
When Light through the keyhole penetrates blackest Dark
And waking soul finds that Life is not just a lark
Path is made from within the black, to walk away
To leave blind fold and in earnest begin to pray
World parades its great evils as the one true way
And sets foundation for man's greed to hold deepest sway.
Darkness fears not man but rather eternal Light.
On earth, we are in midst of that eternal fight.
When Light through the keyhole penetrates our sorrows
And we feel true fright and fear for our tomorrows
Truth reveals Light banishes that deep wicked fear
As echoes of paradise draws ever more near
Know eternal Light, Truth and Time are on our side
In that promise, certainty of man's saving tides.
Darkness fears not man but rather eternal Light.
On earth, we are in midst of that eternal fight.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-07-2020
Rhyme, ( When Eyes Are Opened To The Blessings Of True Light )
Syllables Per Line:
00 12 -(Title)
0 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
0 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
0 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 300
Total # Words:::: 224
Note: This is a revamping of an older poem.
One written four decades ago when I was a
mere twenty-six years old and then faced
a time of darkest dark in my life. I have
revamped it to modern times to address
this dark plague that the world faces now
and to yet again point out that the eternal
truth that mankind has a great purpose
than our time here on earth is a mere blink
of the eye. And nothing, nothing, nothing
can ever even come close to defeating that
our fated destiny.
Death and Darkness are only temporary,
while Light and Divine Promise is Eternal.
Categories:
revamped, creation, dark, deep, destiny,
Form:
Rhyme
The chameleon shuddered profusely,
It had never climbed to the top of a sky scraper before,
The melanin refused to scatter,
It could not make up its mind:
To take after the blue of the sky?
Or to be grey...
Every morning it felt the sunshine gold,
Caressing the slippery unevenness
Like the first waterfall down a nascent hill,
Stealthily through promenades,
And shrieking ladies on the way,
It reached the flies' humdrum festival
On a gloomy velvet cynosure of rejection from the other world.
That day, from the branch it saw the reflection of serenity,
And while it slithered through coffee machine conversations,
Geriatric glasses emanating dismay,
Fervid love affairs,
And lonely, revamped furniture
It reached the zenith of monotone,
Yet either of the eyes revolved unheeding cadence.
The journey had been iridescent,
And the Wind was colourless,
So even though it swayed in harmony with Her,
It didn't know what to be...
And it didn't know how to sprinkle white,
If mimicked the sky,
And so it became grey again,
Like on the trees,
And every dawn.
Categories:
revamped, allegory,
Form:
Free verse
I was born of sand and sea
Of ozone so fresh
It could be tasted
I was born of a mountain
A picture postcard backdrop
Shadowing a small seaside town
It's grassy slopes
And sheer rock faces
Visible to all
I was born of sunshine
Long summer days
Spent on glorious sandy beaches
I was born of seagulls
Squawking their plaintive cries
Hovering over any left-overs
Amassing around the harbour
Expectantly awaiting
Returning fishing boats
I was born of a stilted, wooden cafe
Vending ice-cream, tea, scones
And buckets and spades
I was born of poverty
Of making do
Of hand-made clothes
Made from cast-offs
And recycled yarns
Our toys passed down
Revamped to look new
They were new to us
I was born of tasty, home-made soups
Full of fresh vegetables
And cheaper cuts of meat
Wholesome and warming
I was born of cold winters
Coal fires, condensation dripping
In icicles down cold,
Salt encrusted window panes
Of hot water bottles
Moved around the bed
To warm cold sheets
I was born of Vick's vapour rub
Of Eucalyptus and Cod liver oils
Miracle cures we were told
I was born of shyness
Of under-achievements
Loneliness, and
Not meeting expectations of others
I was born from dust
Fine particles from the environs of space
Combined to make atoms and molecules
Which make up everything we know
I am a miracle
I was born
Carol Keys. (21.02.13)
Inspired by Joseph Buckley, We Are Poets (I Come From)
Categories:
revamped, feelings, inspirational,
Form:
Blank verse
Given empty bottles,
With deceiving messages in and out
That their lives will be changed, thus
Planting false hopes everywhere
Sadly, even young ones,
Believed they will get out of the ghetto
Delight in their renewed hope-
Lives changing- beyond dreams of their forefathers;
Day by day, began counting,
Waiting, waiting
Looking when the sun goes- watching when it comes back
Hoping tomorrow will be the day,
When change finally find a place in their hearts
To restore dignity in their lives
Like it was, million years ago,
When love was the only leader around
Ruling peacefully and honestly;
Sadly, turned to be a false dawn
Raised by greed and counterpart
Leaving lives shattered,
Drenched in tears of sadness,
With the pain too destructive to reverse;
For, they were given empty bottles
Made to believe
Lives will be revamped like never before;
Tell me the truth,
Who is to blame?
Categories:
revamped, corruption, depression, dream, freedom,
Form:
Free verse
Reborn revamped
The cold the lamps
The ice, the mist,
My life has dismissed
New born, new Life
The shade, the light
My life has passed into the dark
Categories:
revamped, deathlife,
Form: