Best Revamping Poems
With the season’s cyclic turn
summer’s blinding brilliance gives way
to soft fading light and duskiness
clouds move swiftly across the blue sky
fleeting past the drowsing sun.
Leaves rustle gently in cool breeze.
nature’s palette is ready with new hues.
green color gives way to multi shades.
Maples stand proud flaunting their leaves,
of red, yellow, gold and ochre.
Acorns hang like earrings from needle pines.
flowers that blossomed under warmth and light,
are fast fading out and withering away.
it is amazing how nature carries out,
its revamping with each changing season!
Though golden moments are lost in time’s passing
let us gladly embrace the seasons of our life.
in each phase, a truth before us is unveiled.
let us relish the wisdom and quietude
autumn and the sunset years bring.
Addendum
The prerequisites have been established.
The requirements have been met.
The struggles have been suppressed.
The strife is the burden that coexists.
Now when it is time to make a transition,
We must not ignore that
The United States Constitution is in need of political activism or an addendum.
Revamping in form, we must seek militantly a practice of communism.
May I speak freely.
As the freedoms of this country state that I can.
The situations that go unspoken well destroy man.
An as women deny the knowledge, infant mortality has prevalence.
We don’t want to wake-up and find that society has been downsized.
Yet, this will be our descendants outcry.
We know that the future of any country is what we do today.
Tomorrow is a focus that situates.
We have become older adults and know life has been lived.
So why are we in denial of the same apprehension the founding fathers perceived?
Timeline agates before our face of the stages that this nation manifested.
When the founding fathers wrote the Constitution that provided visionary scope,
Part of building a great nation is to know when transgression is the greater source.
I am speaking about the natives of a diverse country of all colors.
Rumination of history is not to be shown.
We all are in this landmine together even when division is known.
You can sense the essence of segments of people formed.
We control our people when there is need for control
Like in time of natural disaster, unnatural occurrences, and war.
Addendum to prevent the surrender of humanity to conspicuously henceforward difference in free will.
One that captivates the infrastructure of this great country.
An addendum is afterthought that was not a substructure needed during our birth.
However, with immigration and the troubles that we confront,
Democracy is not negated only strengthen.
Militant communism is defined as the delineation of a nation collectivism in time of natural disaster, unnatural occurrences, and war.
We are only worth what we strive for.
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Written March 15, 2016!
Enriched is the soul that embellishes the mind!
he-art
she-art
who is an liar
push me to the side
watch me deny her
copy-cats parroting
my brutality
segregated
merit
ing
but me
an
purse
he-art me
in your purse
as your pink button gets sewn into
an
nurse
you are painted so pretty he said to me
staring at my breasts and panting
he made it hard to breathe
all his love he was
revamping
he looks
he looks
he looked again
my lips glossed
as he reads
my hips
are
tossed
for he
worded me
nakedly
this he did
an
does
with one fingertip
he makes me slip
breaking my heart
when
he
recites
he-art
?
...
..
.
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.
Hitting rock bottom
Time to turn it around
Screw them
We are all death bound
Cherish every free moment
Keep your head up
Through this time of adjustment
In the face of the corrupt
Break out of the mold you created
Time for revamping
Control how you're elated
To the Past you must stop grasping
Open your mind
Pass no judgment
Then you will find
Abridgment
Pooling of fabrication
Part of deception and deceit
Hear their indignation
Struggle when you sleep
Must overcome the hardships
Pick up from the start
No time to worship
Drifting apart
Put up or shut up
No more talking
As the future develops
Dead you are walking
Now is the time
Feel the love
Reaction's enzyme
RISE ABOVE
A gang of hooligans
marched down to the north
Through the sandy field
Thier horses wore no hoofs
They fed from our beautiful plantations
And loaded thier sacks with seeds
They drank from our secret springs
And trampled on our gardens
They tampered with our women
And took away their dignity
They burnt our tongues with whips
And bath our homes with flames
But its a painful melancholy that
That the vulture’s hands are closed
And its smile is getting broader
As they walk through the northern reliefs,
Savoring the gentle breeze and sweet melody of the birds
Smoking and revamping their strength
All fingers on the trigger, plotting and boosting their speed
But their saddles are exasperated
As their horses wear no hoofs
They can’t go any further
Than to stand on our secret groove
And be swallowed by the wrath of the earth
Summer storm’s rampage
Disfigured the brilliant foliage
Making the green lush disruptive,
That was once attractive.
The most pleasant and serene site,
Mutated in to poor and ugly sight
Despite all the worst,
Standing mightily amidst,
Stanchion and stern,
Like a champion.
A tough one, straight
And crocodile –barked,
The replica of unyielding spirit,
Taking charge of revamping Nature’s bright.
STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (6),any form, any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Date: 07/07/2020
place : Honorable Mention
It's a spiritual awakening
Religious bonds are breaking
God's working on a new design.
And yet you see me shaking
My inner self is quaking
These ideas are not mine.
My life is revamping
Jesus is stamping
His mark on my soul.
My attitude's changing
Thoughts rearranging
I'm being made whole.
All the degradation
Brought on by dep'ration
Can stay in the past.
My love for my Saviour
In full Christian flavour
He found me at last.
Feb 24/18
D H Loewen
PLANT
pops up
slight statured
like child from earth's womb
staunch and fights against odds
swears the charge of revamping
"icon for unyielding spirit"
PLACED: 1 st
Image: 3
Pyramids Poetry Contest
Verse poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Syllable count: HS
Date: 10-06-2022
Swayed I am by your sound taste
Amongst a sea of recluses
Against the hands of time we race
To stifle ignorance with nooses
Oh, how you stroke my rib cage
Laughter shaping countless voids
Revamping happiness for the age
Before they gambled ertswhile ploys
A heap of debris I'd be
Swept by carcinogenic draughts
Without you assured I'd seethe
A damn not given be it daft
She is the child molester killer
Enters dysfunctional homes
Makes fast work of it
Takes her victims to her lair
To redeem and revitalize
They have been hurt too
Revamping the children’s memories
so they no longer relive or remember the abuse
Cleaning up the world one molester at a time
When I try adjusting with situation..
Time is displeasing.
When I attempt being on my own..
People are disagreeing.
When I wish to be near my loved ones..
Circumstances are pushing us to distance.
When I pray to forget baneful incidents..
Memories are un aiding.
When I seek complete relaxation..
Unfinished tasks keeps me slogging.
When I desire revamping my mind..
Inputs are non viable.
When I aim for peaceful life..
Dilemmas encroach me.
When I yearned for liberty ..
Domination incarcerated me.
Time keeps flying in the air..
Cannot be tethered..!!
10-6-2020
Note1:Time Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
Placed as Honorable Mention in the Contest.
Note2:BRIAN'S SELECT C,any form,any theme
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Written: June 30, 2024 For Unseeking Seeker Contest
Quote by Aristotle "Knowing yourself is the beginning of all wisdom"
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My bid to solve the conundrum was fruitless.
Yes, our baffling species can't be rootless.
In the middle of the silence of my privacy.
And amid the well-informed set of primacy.
Man has a hodgepodge of inconsistent data.
We discern that it's a sly topic of alpha and beta.
So enigmatic, just beyond comprehension.
Sinister and heavenly beings coexist in tension.
Each life leads to a core, albeit stated or static.
Aims are inherent to human status, not erratic.
Arguably reluctantly recognizing its brilliance,
Trust audacity breeds resilience.
They carefully revere it as a fragile utopia to win.
We are unable to grasp a rainbow vivid spin.
But he pressed on, equanimous to the distance.
The sky rewards diligent deeds with insistence.
Revamping as a chameleon, tearing layers of skin.
I'm donning a dark cape and gliding into the scene.
When my gloom pulses akin to a hiss in my ears,
I recklessly embrace and succumb to my fears.
I'm cruising down, wondering what this means.
Who is the real me, with my threads fraying at seams?
Am I reckless, terrified, or even human under here?
Am I cruel or bonny? Which of my brain coils is clear?
Maybe it's just one aspect of my identity.
Continues to operate within my entity.
However, my actual self is a hollow grave.
When hearts break, legs turn jelly, as slaves.
I shall opine minus identity, envy, or vanity.
No work or economic stability can annoy me.
No status goals, no phony levity, will rule him.
My spirit will be freed after living a quiet whim.
Borderline: without me, what universe is mine?
Is it just me, embracing each day as it shines?
vile vibed violin
pruning punctured pelvics
damped veins scrunching
tossing tactic traces
kleptomaniac kinky crunches
vesting voluptuous voices
silly strength spent
spilled seals etched
rustic reels rent
callous crest cupped
lanky lousy lust
revamping coda rust
balletic bounty bod
assumed caboodle Corpse.
19:11:17:14:53
The times of forewarnings whereby recipients within close proximity of retiring may have to keep on working as a possible solution and thereby embolden the faltering and weakening future, and the eventual collaspe of the Social Security System that fundings will be depleted and thereby deny Americans their blankets of secured perpetuity.
Based upon the timings of the DC's outcry and imminent danger of the Social Security's abilities to stay above water and to maintain a stalwart opportunity without deviating needed resources to accommodate the lacking. The numbers of retirees have stabilized, meaning that less people were retiring.
The effects that the government had enforced on Social Security, changing its parameters and basic concepts and ideology of exacting quantum knowledge -- later is better.
Eureka, it worked. Social Security may not be fully secured, but numbers have proven the buffers are laxed enough to accommodate the retirees who are presently those who waited and this happens to be their retirement that they had put off till later, becomes their now for they could have been first in queue seeing the changes, and becoming the better you, the adherant crowd who off retirement for later. This product of revamping the system of "do or die", frightening outlook. Message loud and clear, that initial phrase was to get the truth matter methodlogy was the phrase, "Later is Better."
The massive campaigns put forward concerning America's Social Security System ensuring all Americans, particularly the wrokers of America, and a special message to those close to retirement: Your check will be in the mail or deposited in your Financial Institution, Well-earned, RETIREE.