Best Rework Poems
When I gaze far off into the night sky
The chaos is not pleasing to the eye.
Seems there was never an overall plan
When the beginning of time began.
I don’t mean to sound so high and mighty
But the stuff up there’s not very tidy.
Yes, there are luminous constellations
But it needs cosmic configuration.
When figuring out just how to plan it
I started on the jumbled up planets.
It’s not a stretch to say they need sorting
And here are a few things I’m purporting.
First I thought they should be alphabetized
Or at least ordered according to size.
They could be arrayed by number of moons
But I think that’s getting too picayune.
Sure, there is a listing of other things
Like arranging them by their colored rings.
Or by what lie’s hidden beneath the dust
That entirely coats their outer crust.
I settled and placed them by dimension
As said plan will cause the least contention.
Starting with the sun, since that big old orb,
Can’t help but lead; being so self absorbed.
Petite planet Pluto, this time is first
Mercury’s next, then trodden Mars comes third.
After that Venus, followed by our Earth
Which were in that order, now they’re by girth.
Let’s jump up to Neptune, then Uranus
Which happens to rhyme with Ignoramus.
Yes fancy Saturn, you go next in line
Jupiter’s last, since so easy to find.
Let’s continue this celestial tale
By systematizing the scene, broad scale.
We’ll journey further than Venus and Mars
To coordinate the world of stars.
We can array each pulsar by brightness
Which doesn’t interest me the slightest.
Or chart them based on their distances from us
Though why on Earth quibble with all that fuss?
Instead we’ll do what the globe mappers did
And arrange every star on a grid,
We’ll plot a rough draft on large graph paper
Like olden times, by light of a taper.
Now, you can choose a square and stick by it.
Worry free of the old cosmic riot.
Where each and every star is viewed best
Whether gazing to north, south, east or west.
The sky is looking much better by now
And all the skeptics will have to avow.
That once you know how to rework matter
Like here on earth, it’s the size that matters.
All gift's delivered
Some few still under the tree,
Voices filled with thanks!
Children jumping with glee...
Now we sit and sigh
Making plans for the 4th of July,
And Valentine's day
Easter,
and so many more
In celebration of something,
Another Birthday for someone we adore...
There is money to be spent,
In spite of the economy
We rework our budgets wishing we were worry free.
Ah, but someone was happy today
twas Christmas, 'twas Christmas,
Time is a consumer of
lives and souls and thoughts and love
The world that once turned yesterday
has forever gone away
Was it not good, what used to be?
Was it not sweet for you and me?
Remnants of the golden past
bring tears for times that couldn't last
Photographs are sweet sublime
handheld bits of frozen time
Miracles kept within a book
for anytime you wish to look
* This is an actual excerpt from a larger and older piece
that I am trying to rework. I hope to get it where I
want it, and if so I'll post the entire thing here. I hope
it was okay to share this just little snippet.
As Dawn Weeps Its New Fall
To the old fallen barn
where fine horses once stayed
Life spins its never ending yarn
through an old vanishing parade.
Within your rotting boards
termites eat long dead trees
Life existing in massive hordes
busy as busy honey bees.
Empty stalls, once held more
now upon wide cracked walls
holes were active bumble bees bore
echoes heard, ghosts of farmer's calls.
As dawn weeps its new fall
upon dead, fallen host
where once life begged its recalls
of picnics, and marsh-mellow roasts.
Dusk came, refused to leave
its trailing dark, obeys
time and loss, twins that do not grieve
one dances slow, other sashays.
To the old fallen barn
where fine horses once stayed
Life spins its never ending yarn
through an old vanishing parade.
Robert J. Lindley
Rhyme, ( What Time And Weather Destroys )
Note: This was once a sonnet, but I thought it better to rework it into a longer poem. In that decision the ten syllable verses were changed to 6,6,8,8...
My muse demanded the change so please, do not blame me..
Having lived and worked on a farm, I am very acquainted with old barns, hard work and getting up well before sunrise... etc. etc.
Syllables Per Line:
6 6 8 8 0 6 6 8 8 0 6 6 8 8 0 6 6 8 8 0 6 6 8 8 0 6 6 8 8
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Words: 126
"Pluto’s Dark Abode"
they say you can feel her
walking through you
it only happens when
the frost and mist is about
where hidden wild things
watch but make
themselves heard
in the half light
they sum you up
they are found
in darkness
they say if you stop
to listen to the brook
speaking its beseeching
babble, you can hear
your name, as if
summoning you, so
you make your way
and kneel at the edge,
as if in solemn worship
what you see
in the glimmering
reflection, is not you,
you suspected this
all along, that what
calls you forward
into lost glades
such as this, are strange
haunted creatures
phantoms from
your abyss
seeking unwelcome
conference
and exchange
of currents
electric
not completely
foreign, this one
she smiles
in darkness
eyes like magnets
she pulls you in
they say you can feel her
walking through you
it only happens when
the mist is about
and wild things
watch but make
themselves heard
in the half light
you are found
in darkness
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“A Hidden Glade” / Mindgarden Rework / Jarp Music
https://youtu.be/oKhUS4TnWG8
“High on a stag the Goddess held her seat,
And there were little hounds about her feet;
Below her feet there was a sickle moon,
Waxing it seemed, but would be waning soon.
Her statue bore a mantle of bright green,
Her hand a bow with arrows cased and keen;
Her eyes were lowered, gazing as she rode
Down to where Pluto has his dark abode.”
(Geoffrey Chaucer, The Canterbury Tales)
Yesterday I had a short circuit
So, I just had to go sit back
And just rework it
Been writing for more
Than a week a half
Boy this download did come real fast
Yeah with the music
Man it was blast
I then had a quick reload
And hear
Clear beyond sound of one's ear
Is what here in deed did come
Laying back and leading my mind…on om
Now I will explain it to you some
Here to you this new encode
The next day the sun did rise
Coming to no surprise
Thinking a day to rest my mind
Truly would be the best and the wise
Laying head upon northern star
Opening mind thoughts whatever thou art
Electric spark spoke these words that are
I speak in a tongue
Even to thee you young
It’s about the Universal One
So, Lets take a journey
See vibrations in light and sound
Even when it appears
Absolutely none
Around
The explanation of the FORCE
So, listen up and you can learn from me
Frequency of Orientation in Rays of Circuit-light Energies
Now about that
The Jedi Situation
Well hear Ye thee interpolation
Yoda…Ye the one Alpha
Qui-Gon Jinn…Quickly understand I Great Officer Known Namaste General
Mace Windu…Makes wind do
Obi-Wan…All be I THE ONE
Anikan…Any one can
Padme…Place made in thee
Darth Maul…Dark Master of all the Underlords
Darth Vader…Darker Vampire demon rising
Count Doku…Conniving, obsessed, underling too does kill ye, you
Supreme Leader Snoke…Sinister Underlord, prince Ruthless Evil Maser eternal leader Sin I Satan cross hater
Wow what an ego man
That name does runs all across this great vast land
So, that’s the 411 on this here download
And now that you know the tongue of the code
Go have fun with it and don’t crash the mode
Speech therapy is awesome work
Steering communication rework
Brings many smiles
No more sighs
Strong oral motor skills
Gone are the food spills
Strengthens comprehension
Expands expression
Augments articulation
Helps word precision
Checks stammer
Eases clutter
Hones voice
Gives poise
Clear accent
Wins you compliment
Better pragmatics
Impressive social dynamics
Thanks to Speech therapy
One is made Happy
- Giridhar Ghodkar
Speech-language therapist
South India
you can write a billion lines
you can play a million songs
you can film ten-thousand hours
and never right a single wrong
you can feed a ravenous crowd
biscuits with salmon to replete
overflowing cornucopias endowed
and fill silos brimming with wheat
you can sole the bruised up feet
and clothe the bare-backed persons
warm their cupped hands and faces
never able to lighten their burden
you aim to rework humanities place
more caring now than indifferent
so that all souls can truly embrace
but, that may not be nature's intent
hardship may in discrete analysis
be core, even to the cells of us
diversity of adversities in synopsis
her permanent grand plan nonetheless
so here's an observation for you to see
dream your dreams and make your plans
to initially carve into nature's tree
but soulfully will to restep your stance
what you think she's thinking is best
most likely ain't what's there to find
point is, that no one can truly guess
designed intents of nature's mastermind
© Goode Guy 2013-06-24
A Terrible Day at the Office
By Elton Camp
Robert awoke feeling really fine
Soon, at work, he’d toe the line
Traffic was very heavy that day
“You’re late,” the boss did say
In his cubicle Robert took a seat
The office had but little heat
He found more reason to frown
His computer kept shutting down
But his troubles weren’t through
The bulb in his desk lamp blew
The boss then did angrily say
“Your analysis is not okay”
“For you’ve made a big mistake
And a lot too long did it take”
“Rework this without any delay.
This time, do it the correct way”
A customer called to complain
An hour on the line did remain
Next, a call from Internal Revenue
“We believe your return’s untrue”
“For many errors we did detect
So, a seven year audit expect”
The boss came by with a glare
“Taking personal calls don’t dare!”
“If more work you don’t turn out,
A job you’ll soon be without”
Robert slaved away till after six
Boss’ next words made him sick
“The office tasks are way behind.
Weekend work you won’t mind”
REWORKED 27 OCT 2017
I'm sorry I'm reposting this, I had to rework it for better meaning continuity and flow of speech.
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Time pulls life by its hand
and she's gliding along,
to see, to sense to enjoy,
proliferates with pride,
but..... it's waning too,
breadth after breadth spent.
Doesn't know, time doesn't tell her
it's being ebb away,
cheats on young life's careless richness,
don't t feel time an enemy.
Young minds don't know what's
thirty, forty,fifty years,
they go along, they have plenty to spend.
As life is waning, lessens, feels lighter,
and counts her breadths fewer.
Humbled then, pulls her hand,
but the grasp is tight, it's late.
Time, is dragging her now,
time and life are one, it's nature's destiny.
The mountains and the seas,
the sun and the stars sent time away,
life didn't learn it, nor curing wane.
Nature faulted on life,
created her bittersweet.
Thieves, time and demising death,
you're stealing our things,
our inner worlds,
switching existence to nothing.
We are life, only life,
that's all we're, life, nothing else.
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PREVIOUS VERSION
Time pulls life by its hand and she's gliding along,
to see, to sense to enjoy,
doesn't tell her, her being ebb away, breadth after breadth.
Young life has time to spend, young mind don't know
what's twenty, thirty, fifty years, doesn't feel time an enemy.
It's proliferating, while it's waning, breadth after breadth spent,
lessens, feels lighter, and counts her breadths fewer.
Humbled then, pulls her hand, but the grasp is tight, too late.
Time, is dragging her now, time and life are one,
it's nature's destiny.
We are life, only life, that's all we're, life,
nothing else.
The mountains and the seas, the sun and the stars sent time away,
but life didn't learn how,
or how to cure waning.
Nature faulted on life, created her bittersweet.
Thieves time and demise,
you're stealing our things, our inner worlds,
switching existence to nothing.
To watch the dark, and twinkling skies,
Brings joy and love, to my curious eyes.
To think of where we are today,
It sends my interested mind away.
To a place where thoughts and dreams come true,
To a place where all the planets are blue,
And green and round and full of beings,
An alien planet, that’s full of meanings.
You ask yourself questions, when so engrossed,
On what it is like, on the sea coast,
Of an alien planet, so far away,
To make you want, to run away
To catch a flight, to the nearest rocket,
Sail up to the stars, to go into orbit.
To glide by all of the shining diamonds,
To ponder and watch, at endless horizons
How much I would love, to visit the stars,
The velvet of night, the orange of Mars.
The blue of Neptune, the rays of sun,
The awe of earth, held by a gun.
The gun being held, by mankind themselves,
With pollution, mass production, and everything else.
A world gone to waste, our spot in the space,
A fact that no one, can seem to face.
I look up at the stars, whenever I see,
Through the polluted clouds, and satellite debris,
I see some worlds, untouched by mankind,
And think to myself, I hope we don’t find,
I hope we don’t find, a world to destroy,
We’ve already destroyed one, a child with a toy.
We can save the planet, we aren’t done yet,
We need to work, forget about debt.
We need to get rid, of toxic material,
It’s like man kind, is something bacterial,
A virus to the world, so beautiful and pure,
We don’t deserve it, and that is for sure.
To work together, is the only way,
To save the earth, from a gloomy fate,
Reduce the plastic, cycle to work,
Stop the cars roaming, we need to rework,
To come together, man woman and child,
To save the earth, before we’re exiled,
And end up doing what I first said,
And move to worlds, to break their bread
Whenever our worlds collide
I nolonger feel so absoleat
you give me sense of pride
Make me feel so complete
Are these feelings justified
I can not help but admit defeat
This feeling that l get inside
Happiness it tastes so sweet
An emotional rollercoaster ride
Now that l am falling at your feet
Because whenever we are unified
You are my heart's retreat
cant remember original version I wrote of this but was a little
bit different this like many others trying to rework be more poetic more structure and form rather than content
Extra verse feeling a little petrerfied
But was completly knocked off my feet
I'm on this emotional rollercoasteride
It's how it feels when ever we meet
Could our verity be any unique?
Whenever the twenty-first century is antique,
Links are the best way to deal with everything
When even the pencils will betide self-replicating,
The whole would be vastly improved
And, the fortune of the rich would be approved
Would remove those in requisite thoroughly
There will be no grimness when there is no infirmity.
Autos would be entirely electrical
Fuel and diesel would behoove skeptical,
News and journals will be made ready on digital
People react to move visions by a flash signal.
Parcels won't be uttered for a long time
Besides, astonishingly swiftly and in prime
On voice order, pencils and pens would work
Baring, scribble down all that we would rework.
Everybody will include a robot in their house
That will perform anything, including catching a mouse
It will cook meals and neaten the home, with no screams
Additionally, conceive all your expectations and dreams.
The earth will deem even as sole leader
A man with odd propensity and backbone neater
We might glean the option to dwell out in the cosmos
And we'd stray out on rockets to shop for blue camos.
How slightly does the world treat spot our sacred history?
Purvey future posterity with a canvas to our glittery
Sober-mindedness is the best way to crumble in terror
Indeed, pens will be automatized to abject horror.
Written: February 06, 2022
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I leaf through a notebook,
re-reading old poems.
I cringe at the childishness,
the bare, colliding words.
"Unsalvageable",
I think to myself.
Better to bury them quickly,
before they try to get out.
New poems must be written;
the old cannot be saved.
Or can they?
Can I perhaps rework them,
reshape them into something new?
Could better poems be created,
if old poems are revived?
dont tremble,rework
lsiten to the sound of steele
camp out and watch show