Long Remold Poems
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Serena grew up with images
Appearances took time
She fell from a great height
Fracturing her delicate mind
When others entered the room
Where she sat upon the shelf
They had to walk carefully
In order to not disturb the repaired self
She knew she had been glued
But the picture was intact
The sharp edge on the side
Pushed LOVE to place her back
...safely
Her creator wanted to remold
And put her through the fire
But she put up quite a fight
To possess her only desire
...alone
She could still hold liquid
Water, oil, and even batter
Would fill her open vessel
Because being useful is what really matters
One day, the creator pulled her down
Saying, tell me about your broken
Her vessel began to vibrate
In the presence of WORD spoken
...yielded
.................care created anew
Written by Trudy Schrader on 11/09/2022
Falling softly against a beloved, silent dawn
Leaves of every color, amber and gold
Breath of summer joy has finally gone
Autumn drifts in to reveal whispers of cold
Beautiful joy falls all around the marigold
Flowers slowly fade, flowing as is foregone
Sighing through the sunshine’s happy mold
Falling softly against a beloved, silent dawn
Lovely shades of life fall like images drawn
To life by creative hand inspired to remold
Brilliant hopes and dreams we touch on
Leaves of every color, amber and gold
Oak, birch and maple who’ve grown old
Lift their cheerful branches above the lawn
Inspiring the heart with blessings to behold
Breath of summer joy has finally gone
Across the emerald hills, life begins to yawn
Beckoning for one more moment to uphold
As sun embraces the naked thoughts over yon
Autumn drifts in to reveal whispers of cold
Laughing dreams encourage hearts to be bold
Through the shimmering moments that wan
Revealing faith that fills the soul up tenfold
Lighting the way for autumn to pray on and on
Falling softly against a beloved….
By Letra Compas
and
Armonia Escala
It sequence lacked luster
she found it more interesting
to exaggerate the middle
to make a more engaging plot
to detail the characters intent
making antiques of the neauce
and eldering the nuance
it creates the kind of characters
that a captives audience
would need to falling love with
with her story
through all the glory
through all the deceit
giving the majority the rules
so that those who audience
these actions
could stand tall
to speak from the stump of Morality
of the wickedness of those
they refuse to champion
but would rather draw conclusion
as the real championed hero
stands to challenge the villain
EACH GRAIN OF SALT
by Sonido Ritmo
The sages steamed in the skillet
until they became smoked
she removed the stems and add garlic
the fumes, she coughed from the smoke
the peppers made her gag as she turned her head away
only to cry from the onions I once heard her say
the grounded pork in the render let its lard moisten this pan
when the meat brown she added the sauce to the pan
the spices more than aromus there flavors
through and through
to simmer meld and remold then she the Texas
Mesquite flavored brandy bought the whole thing
together to be plated and consumed
simple clean and clever
Written: November 23, 2025,
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Verse rises beyond the leisure emblem
It helps to guide the spirit—
A murmuring wind snakes across the heavens
Where yearning and honesty meet
Under the confines of a single line, twist and whirl.
We do not reign over the subtle craft of words
Still bright vessels carrying a load of melancholy facts
Rich with the tight grief of living—
Scripture is useless to tackle the pandemic
Avoid using contrasts to hide your feelings
A way to cope with it—the ink shuddering
That discrete burial.
A poet is beyond being a word nerd.
Neither a rash historian of the art of poetry.
We shatter the ordinary—
aspiring to the nirvana of heaven.
Unwavering in the face of the smell
We explore the remnants of society
Discern the divine from the false—
Cast also aside the sustenance fed to our tired souls
With soaring constructions of meditation.
Our words are beyond typical
They are agony palimpsests—
Gold imbued with the spirit of creativity
Every revelation is a beat in nothingness.
Every sign we remold is a critical web of intention
We write not to impress—
We liberate the spirit by sharing concepts
We aim to elucidate our true convictions
Against prejudices we crave to combat—
Being different helps us to combat stigma and create unity.
Poetry challenges the mundane—
It is a flight with avid sensitivity and bravery
Verse stretches beyond what makes sense
It captures the morning beyond words—
which rises from our innermost soul.
When the world cries for a solution
We present a riddle.
When it pursues joy—
We provide a gloomy glance
When it craves order—
That is an aspect of reality.
Our aim is not comfort
We come as one, set to rise from our slumber
To turn the sorrow into something aesthetic
We show the complex quilt of ties.
To be the Nereid, static against a tempest
The heron, draped in the dawn misty veil—
Soars a calm bird at the core of the turmoil.
Restore, restore, restore;
Oh, Lord restores
Restore, restore, restore;
My, Lord
Renew in me the victory;
Consume the newness;
Plant a tree of life in my soul;
Allow my heart and spirit to grow, grow, grow;
Restore, restore, restore;
Oh, Lord restores
Restore, restore, restore;
My, Lord
Break me up,
Remold me;
Pour me out;
Restore me, put me in your loving cup;
Fill me up, Oh!, Lord, fill me up
Fill me
When I’m broken mold me;
When I’m spilled soak me up;
Break me up
Remold me such…
Pour me out;
Fill me up
Restore, restore, restore;
Oh, Lord restores
Restore, restore, restore;
My, Lord
Unto to me the joy of you Lord your salvation
Restore, restore, restore
Evermore, evermore, evermore
12/23/19
Psalm 51:12
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
When at night so late
I put up courage to say hello
And got stocked up waiting
Hoping you will pick up
But all ended in mistrials
When at night your shyness dictates
You think walls have ears without hole
Think of online chatting
A place our distance-difference perfectly hookup
Or you try out redials
When alone with my thought
All I think of is your how far
That do sound caring and true
For the share of light in heart
Travels at reach for its spark
When alone with your lot
The blind crush on your superstar
Which gets you detained in blue
Through lust by thrusting smart
In dark soul reigniting a mark
On you to slay for play
With love in laughter to live
For a course you won't curse
And steal the gold you hold
To run your own race of fate
Beware of your awareness
In check for possibLe wreck
Which gives freedom that blossom
To swallow your grace in shallow
And bless your beast with a dream feast
Be sick and do not say
Had I know, I wouldn't have contrived
The idea I duly stand to reinforce
With all strategies cajoled to unfold
For gain and pleasure skillfully collate
But in the end, you've learned how men display
And how to let better one survived
As the master of your mind; the one you endorse
That no other pranks get to remold
The s you've long gone castrated
I write upon so many things- but memories,
at rest within, oft surface neath veneers-
and happily, I've earned my share-
now in my eighth decade.
So from down deep, I reap emotions they still hold-
transform them into worded imagery.
With treasured feelings, sharing each fond memory,
I've written poems that I pray unfold
the loving-kindness so displayed
within my parents' care.
My captured thoughts of growing up during those years
do rise and flow as verbal melodies.
And too, my poetry brings forth dear reveries
of my own family; each member steers
the inner thoughts that help me bare
my gratefulness portrayed.
So I, for spouse and kids, grandkids, great-grand- remold
memories- shaped by words- so lovingly.
Oh, darling
You are so broken;
You heart is broken, like a plate of glass;
You and your heart quite so fragile,
you're like a glass;
How long will it last;
You're heartbroken like shattered glass;
Now you ask;
What makes it my task;
To make you o'ver;
A new pane of glass;
Have I misspoken;
I won't be your token;
Allow me to embrace you
I'll not forsake you;
I'll make you happy and whole;
With the heat of my heart;
~
You were once broken;
Your heart shattered like glass;
You your heart was fragile like a pane of glass
How long did it last;
This broken heart heartbroken like a shattered glass;
This is my task;
To gather up the pieces,
to make you over a new pane of glass;
I'll hold you;
Melt you, remold you;
Look through you;
Embrace you,
Keep you,
Adore you, look through you eyes,
and not ask why;
So now don't cry darling,
you're your heart no longer broken but now intact;
I now hold my new window to my soul
My new pane of glass;
4/22/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
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Oh! feed me Lord for I am starving
For the people all around me are broken
Though I am somewhat of an artist
You are the potter, and the only one
Who can fix and remold your people
Oh! fill me Lord provide the waters
To quench the thirst of your subjects
Place your wine in me
Pour out your liquids in and on us
To quench the thirst of your subjects
Father God I am just a plant
For I'm rooted and grounded
Spread my foliage abound
For the people all around me are broken
You are the potter, and the only one
Who can fix and remold your people
Our thirst our empty hearts
Are filled by Jesus Christ
3/10/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018