Long Reposition Poems
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Adversity rarely enters a life with a Trumpet
It doesn't come loud
It doesn't come bold
It doesn't come systemically
With brass horns ablaze
Like some headlines twinkling.
Nah- Adversity is crafty
It slides in sideways, quiet as a hum
With the nerve to reposition your peace
Without clearance.
It tests your patience, lugs at the rim of
Your faith, tries to see if your backbone is
Made of loaned strength. Or the kind you
Bootleg in the dark.
When nobody was clapping
But you-
You rise like your spirit has muscle hindsight.
You rise like the storm forgot who it was
Rustling with.
Adversity comes unannounced, but you answer
The door with a steady glare, a steady breath,
A steady validity.
You are not easily moved
You are not easily shattered
You are not easily incomplete
And every quiet clash becomes another loud
Achievement in the story you're still writing
Penmanship
Distal to Dorsal the bofdy human
agility and flexiblity
Rest and recovery
a detailed
meme of wrestling stylus
heis works are a showcase
of atheletic showmenship
a marvel in the specticail
of chain wrestling
move and counter move
a great treat for an audeince
a championship A-lister
a Modern Classic in the making
afew among his peers
he's a sceintific techition
one move away from
being champion
trophied and contention ready
in-line to be champion
the right night
Pro-chored and ready
Guilded and a real deal
a contenders nightmare
and a partners dream
someone even a non-fan recognizes as great
he got the fans calling him great
he's got his peers calling him great the
guy's in the locker room wait in line toim
at his best there non other
out wrested he'll
rehone his craft
and come up with something to offset
any defeat
as rare as they are
W got the message let's
see if the cahmpionship commity get's it
a champion is wise to heep his eye on
this man
attention:attention:attention
they already know his ablity
what he does to get that huy
to look him right in his eye's
He never could get past the ego
his staus is well above reach
he better find a trusted freind
someone who doesn't mind
being apart of a big-deal
If the other stands in front will
he let him be championship quality
or will he undermind him
to reposition himself
the newness maybe off the champion
let's see if the number one contender
can bring his ball to the game
A trophied, titled contender
with a niche: he can walk out of here
champion without breaking a sweat.
However decorated all others mimic
him as Champion!
I don't think people understand
Why I'm so angry, or why I'm so sad
The problem is neither do I
The feelings of love hard to defy
I'm living in a sea of rage
By boat is sinking, how big the hole is hard to gauge.
Iv got my oars but im not moving
I'm going under, my boat diffusing
Tactile meetings is the plan
The timer ticking, times already began
This has to be done my way to please,
The broken person only my mirror sees
What will be said, the where, what and hows
Can only be done when my mind allows
Hit them with facts is my first goal
How this plays out is in my control
She'll tell me all that i have done wrong
He will say he knew nothing all along
But in the middle both their stories hold truth
They both told a lie, its me they abused
Do I send her a video, cards on the table?
Or should I knock on her door when im able?
Do I send him a 5 page text?
Or do I put any relationship with him to bed?
Iv never been able to say the word dad
Don't get me wrong I know he is bad
But when these teenagers became adults
Why did they lie and harm their child?
So many questions won't be asked
So many answers they will retract
I don't know exactly what I need to hear
But a sorry won't come from "mummy dear"
I can't hate her; I still love her
If she reads my words she will think I'm the monster
But she's a Narcissit, my brain conditioned
To believe she is right, my loyalty i need to reposition
I need to put the thoughts away in my head
Lock the key close it, lay it to rest
My approach to the situation maybe different
When the pain and anger is gone and my thoughts are coherent
Today I felt some passion again
I found myself smiling, my life to regain
The fact that I was able to feel less mad
Means they haven't won, and for that I'm glad
Time is a healer, life moves on
The child they abused I will no longer mourn
But for the girl in the past and for the me in the future
Things have to be said no matter how bitter
I'm going to leave things well alone till then
Build myself and be happy again
I'll never forget all they have done
But for now my life needs to move on ......
“For the joy that was set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame.”
What joy was this? How could it be that on the cross…..during that excruciating time when his life was being snuffed out by the weight of our sins….He felt joy? Maybe as He hung there suspended between earth and heaven, as he blinked his eyes to clear them of blood…as he struggled to reposition himself for a brief moment to be able to breathe, he went back in time to the memory of the form bent at His feet. Instead of the blood trickling down his nail pierced feet, he felt again her tears falling on his feet like rain. Instead of the nails impaling him, he felt her hair gentling drying his feet, cleansing them with her gratitude. Maybe instead of the taste and smell of blood, for a brief moment he was enveloped again in the scent of that expensive perfume that she had poured out on his feet that had spoken with an eloquence about her depth of love in a language that had defied words. The joy of saving Mary from the life she had lived is the same joy that He knew he would experience as He stood before all those whom his death would redeem from the clutches of hell and the evil one. Yes…the joy of seeing my face there before Him one day…my face…your face… is what made Him able to endure the cross. His heart was broken on the cross, but it will burst with joy when he hears all the saved singing His praises in a land made new. For THAT joy…for the joy of eternity… an eternity where there will be no more suffering, tears, or death…for the joy of seeing YOU, he endured the cross.
You cried when I walked away from us,
And decided to reposition forward to another.
You thought I vacant on the covetousness,
Then to reside in my secure stages of love.
You wept when you instituted that my being,
Cheated on you with a licentious woman,
Then to coerce my lustful ways with you.
Your tears were mistaken to come down your cheek for me,
Cause my psyche was wrong to deceive on something exceptional
Like you.
I?m just blinded from what your perception brought to me.
You tried to take the trepidation of wanting esteem,
And just residing in the love you was positioning out for me.
The times were magical in my eyes.
You never asked for prosperity,
But just for to be adored by a spirit like me.
We would always debate on certain issues,
But would never turn our backs on one another.
We was the love chronicle that was prepared to be seen
And never had a beautiful finale too.
I used to offend your physical attributes,
And be inconsiderate for the choices you made in your life.
So for all my devious ways,
My player days,
Everything that I did to affront your being,
I just have to say ?I?m apologetic for being the discourteous person I was.
I did not appreciate your feelings and thoughts,
But was just not in keen on hearing your quandary with us.
Maybe I known we wasn?t inclined for one another,
Or maybe my empathy knew that you would exhibit tenderness towards it.
I think about you constantly like my prayers in the morning,
And my qualms at night.
But you won?t talk to me,
Or read the little annotations or sonnet's I write to you.
But if God himself gave me one more probability to prove my love once again with
you,
I would complete the sovereign you ached for in time.
No one with your exquisiteness and wits,
Should whimper over someone misguided of your love.
And for that I?m sorry for taking you through my tribulations of being a man.
Form:
create in me a clean heart
let a renewal in me begin
create in me a clean heart
eradicate any trace of sin
let an inner transformation
In me take place
let Your grace and mercy
by me be embraced
Create in me a renewed spirit
stabilize my faith
create in me a renewed spirit
let a steadfastness in me
now take shape
let an inner transformation
In me take place
let your grace and mercy
by me be embraced
restore to me Lord
the joy of Your salvation
grant me Lord
with a righteous liberation
deliver me God
from my sinful strains
let a willing spirit in me
now be sustained
I'm now renewed and ready
for my mission
to bring sinners back
to a godly reposition
let an inner transformation
In me take place
let Your grace and mercy
by me be embraced
create in me a renewed spirit
where my tongue loudly sings your praise
create in me a renewed spirit
where my hands to You Lord
are forever raised
let an inner transformation
in me take place
let your grace and mercy
by me be embraced
forgive my transgressions
grant me reformation
for I've been renewed
with a godly transformation
create in me a renewed spirit
Lord please stabilize my faith
create in me a renewed spirit
Lord let Your grace and mercy by me
be embraced
In order to repair the breach we must finally concede
that there's a disconnection from God that we must address by deed
for as naked as Adam and Eve were when they tried to hide from their sins
we need to take a long hard look inside ourselves once again
In the sight of God we're all covered with sin like dirt on clothes
we need to reposition ourselves so of our lives God can take control
we must be brutally honest and look within our own hearts
before we can attempt to judge others on ourselves we need to start
by the way we talk, our spiritual walk and the way that we behave
as none of us are sinless let's be more united in order to be saved
put the pettiness aside, throw out the trash, the personal baggage and issues
those titles, the positions, the ranks
and prejudices that have us divided and confused
In order to repair the breach we must do a true self examination
remove the weight of sin from our hearts to be cleansed for spiritual preparation
to spend less time on those things that are not of God
to spend more time reading His Word and then taking It to heart
no longer to feel disconnected in our relationship with Jesus Christ
removing the plank from our own eyes in order to see the true joy in life
the joy of the Lord that gives us the comfort and the strength
that unlimited power supply that will go the entire distance
we must stop being so self-centered and to God open our minds
by disarming the enemy's influence and embracing God's Kind
to be there for each other more than superficially
to care and love one another more authentically
to recognize that Jezebel spirit so consumed with power and material wealth
to reveal and then rebuke it so we can retain our spiritual health
God desires to take us to a place of victory
we just need to stop being our own worst enemy
In order to repair the breach, the joy must be restored
that spiritual contentment that the Holy Spirit affords
so rediscover and reconnect to your Savior Jesus Christ
reestablish your commitment and the covenant of speaking life
forget about the trials and tribulations that God said He'd take care of
trust in Him to provide and then bask in His unconditional love
to have true gladness and the grace of God now within your reach
your connection with God has restored the joy and thus repaired the breach
In the midst or whatever
is binding me in this life
I know every chain can be broken
In the presence of my Lord Christ
let me go
allow my worship to transcend and transform
let me go
allow my praise to redeem and reform
I now see it matters not
my situation nor condition
God will come in to sift, shift
and reposition
let me go
allow my worship to transcend and transform
let me go
allow my praise to redeem and reform
It's not enough to show up in church
dressed to the nines
It's my praise and worship that allows God
to rest in my mind
for God has the power
to place me on higher ground
God has the power to remove
whatever is holding me down
let me go
allow my worship to transcend and transform
let me go
allow my praise to redeem and reform
no longer will I allow my situation to rule
for by Jesus I've been spiritually schooled
let me go
allow my worship to transcend and transform
let me go
allow my praise to redeem and reform
no longer will I internalize
and cry woe is me
for I've been transformed by God's presence
for all to see
let me go
allow my worship to transcendent and transform
let me go
allow my praise to redeem and reform
let me go
allow my worship to transcend and transform
let me go
allow my praise to redeem and reform
Darest V.C.,
The voodoo was the ill-omen,
Like the Mills bomb of the uniformed;
The voodoo was under-stated:
Youngsters danced by your stygian microcosm;
The voodoo was our ill-omen,
A crypt in this forest of pantology!
Darest V.C.,
The tear-gas tattle in the tavern;
The uniformed patrol perverting the road;
The pestilence of beating rods;
The petrifying forcing of the lasses
In vaults inside the vault;
Are these the few marks
Of the venality in the Ichor?
Darest V.C.,
Of course, not these alone!
Many are limping: few are walking,
And some of the walkers are limping
In their inside –
Of course, not these alone!
We all saw the fallen logs,
These logs – darest V.C.,
Should have been the ready trees
In the forest of their ancestors;
Of course, not these alone!
Many of the stars were lost
By the reposition of your sky,
And we like one long wood
Are the fallen logs of the Ichor!
Then – darest V.C.,
At your kindly instance
Some logs were towed to the ready rascals
Of the regius horse-pital;
Of course, not these alone!
Blood of gods gushed freely
From these blessed horizons of your rod.
Form:
Andalusian Cadance
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By: Kavaller Baritone
Fach, I refused to speak her name
the aquiver of her acceptance of me
halted my ability to reposition myself
to center my own ambitions.
I faulted where I should have been more
Concerned to the complications of task.
The competitive posturing between both Alto
and Fach was legendary due to the quality
of there works.Positive tensions gave way to
the male like cockiness which only inflated the
already huge ego's of both these divas.
I still needed to recreate the sounds which
would be sound to the octaves that these well
renowed divas would perform to.
The males were as egotistical as the females.
Keeping there personalities separate from doing
there work. From negation to a successful negotiation, I had agreed to keep separate male and
female, due to past histories. The Fach and Baryton -Martin were lovers who couldn't define either engagement or Betrothalment, due to other people's
lack of interest.
Disconsonance and a lack of involvement had us worried that we were spending to much time on the lyrical side when the sound needed to be made perfect . The Ostinato needed work and our conductive-mastroistic positioning ,had found himself overly concerned over watering down a successful product rather then soothing edges with better quality stylings and musicians that wish for successful interactions.
Trying to sound saged, someone spoke of people's commitment to success, caused a heated discussion about things that had nothing to do with our togetherness.Til completion might we be professionals!