Make Over Poems | Examples

Marine Life Footles

Hero of Marine World

Super
Grouper

The Disabled One

The shrimp -
A gimp

Electrocuted

Haddock
Had shock

When Sea Runs Dry

Salmon
Famine

Her Musical Fish

Faye’s carp
Plays harp

Great News

Found ‘yer
Flounder

Fish Caregiver

Caring
Herring

Because They Deserve It

Harass
The Bass

A clammy Make-over
More glam
For clam

You Just Missed Him

Gone clam 
On tram

MAKE ME OVER-

Blessed are the good
Good new day
Beloved love unknown to us 
My story
 Lord Make me over
A  new day 
Make me over
We awakened to God
He loves and touches us 
time beautiful my story Lord 
In every moment He loves and touches us
Make Me Over 
So He cares loves to touches, 
 each and every one of ud
Our story Lord take me over 
And in every moment may you 
Our Father as we call communicating to Him 
With prayer Our Story make us over 
Again Lord Make me over
Renewed each and every new day 
Make over blessed are you in Him 
Always Lord make the old new
Renew us, renew me make me over

2/19/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr

disliking the butterfly chair

Sandy surprised her mother with a pretty office make-over.
It was marvelous, there was a new bed for her Corgi, Rover.
In the corner was a monarch butterfly garden full of caterpillars.
This is what you needed said her snoopy neighbors, the Millers.

Dot did like most of the office, though it was not her taste.
When she let her daughter change it, this was done in haste.
She was getting used to it, but despised the butterfly chair.
Is it too pretty? Someone asked her. No, it is hard on my derriere.

Unspoken Love

Unspoken words on my thoughts 
As moon hidden behind the clouds 
Unable to spectate wholly
But penetrates as chill out.


One day of silence channeled years of bondage.
Smile of your lips, always I yearned for.
Voice echoes deep waterfall, smells a fresh bloomed flower,
You don’t need make over
You are already a naked beauty.
Not on vulgarity but on true beauteous and gentleness.
So what are you waiting for? 
Do what you wanna do!
Go where you wanna go!
Freedom is yours,
Wollstone might’ve forget something 
But you are here,
Go , my darling liberate thyself with love and grace.

Lilys Living Room Make Over

Lilly was dissatisfied with her beautiful living room.
She added embroidered pillows.
Two or three were lovely, sixteen was overkill, but we kept silent.
Another friend got a plaid couch.
Lilly threw out her new couch and got a plaid couch.
It looked weird with all of those pillows, but we kept our counsel.

Marge tried to tell her that the room had looked great before.
Lilly was busy trying to make her living room over in paisley now.
Apparently paisley is the new “in design” in the neighborhood.
She ended up with paisley, plaid, posies, and other playful patterns.
None that matched.

This combination made her living room look flea market-like.
The pillows were gone now, for they are "out".
Lily is striving for the perfect room, which no one has ever seen.
Her living room was almost there, until she added those pillows.

Taking Stock

TAKING STOCK

“STOCK” – the bits and pieces of accumulated this and that – with tags!
Strings of memories, and far off debt, and a sea of medicinal prescriptions rustling
In a cobweb bound table draw which needs as I do, a repair, “STOCK” then glancing across
Boxed books and movable immovable objects piano, Dresser, TVs, and three different pale green 
painted splashes of a future make over or fast fix.
Toffee -less tins stacked and not open, and only thoughts of toffees in them, and photos taken long 
ago, I think! Dog eared edges caught under the lid, - then impatience digging out the bank 
Statements, lots of cash for a rainy day, there have been many floods, and the cash is still here.
Cars and sheds and kids, and dogs, and clocks unwound, AND laptops, alone in sealed boxes.
And all this Stock for a bonfire down at the crem!  And  - relatives.

Balance

I have been sitting here waiting, 
waiting for the tide to turn 
when I will greet the new world
and embrace and touch its soul
the evening and the morning will 
unite as one and hope will  dance 
to the rhythm of a  new song
And the day will emerge from the earth 
with fresh spring water into my soul
I long for the sun to spread its warmth 
in my face and the moon to greet me 
With grace and the olive branch with 
Its luscious petals will spread its juices 
on the ground and tarry with me where destiny is bound
And the birds will fly up the hill and sing my favorite tune
I can sense it from afar and I can feel it in my heart 
The dark nights are over and we will have a make over 
The moon with its bright lights will lit up the skies 
and the stars in all its glory will  smile at me from above 
I have been waiting for nature to cleanse the  
earth of all its  impurities and relive the  heavens of its duties 
The clouds will roll and destiny will praise the world 
Mankind will unite and the earth will retain its balance once more. 
Don’t sit and wait for it to happen, join hands and heart and make it happen and the world will smile at you.

Verse Freed To Break

*
dear john she replies - dipping her pen into tears
*
listen to the pause - silence is golden

A tribute to Erik Satie
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the school-bus departs - she eats the advent candy
*
on garibaldi's retreat - the cookie crumbles
*
moss carpets the roof - the blackbirds make over
*
carol concert prelude- - chatter of innocents
*
footsteps in the street - echos of a distant youth
*
filaments in ferment - the elements touch base
*
a tumbleweed,windblown - the bounty-hunter dismounts
*
at ease on my bookshelf - yesteryear's leisured hours
*
a rainbow arises - through a curtain of tears
*
between wind and water - skating on black ice
*
shadows of yesteryear - distortions in todays dreams
*
as a sequence
a perambulator arrives - emptiness takes its leave
                                          .
 a quietness descends - fresher term opens
                                          .
room-to-let sign illumes - emptiness returns

Surface Depth

We relate to God 
with surface depth...
thus remaining
profoundly distant
from the unlimited breadth
and scope of spirit...

when wrongly considering,
we confound immortal, never sleeping, 
unchangeable Divine Presence 
with the ever-ephemeral, retiring
superficial nature of our physical bodies—

(the mesmerizing entrapment
of our eye-candy) 

Though Spirit is not 
separate from obvious matter,
as the earth has its wealth of star
(life giving warmth we absorb
automatically) too often 
the relationship is less than 
literally complimentary, 
outer bodies hardly an accurate reflection of
the purest nature of our First-cause 
(God The Perfect)…

We consciously avoid
the deeper interior, 
where Truth flashes
(like a Time’s Square Marquee
on a Saturday’s Evening);
overtly chasing our hearts
from Spiritual reality
when Right conflicts with 
personal ego…prompting us
to run toward the far more controllable
exterior—easier to make-over
a human body (Hell! We have pills for that
nowadays)—for even semi-enlightened 
scientists are at a loss, when it comes to the 
soul (no definitive substance to God in a 
universe of man-made illusion).

Compendium of Broken Monoku

Monoku is a senryu/haiku with a slight enigmatic  flavour written in its earlier as a one line form
*
dear john she replies - dipping her pen into tears
*
listen to the pause - silence is golden

A tribute to Erik Satie
*
the school-bus departs - she eats the advent candy
*
on garibaldi's retreat - the cookie crumbles
*
moss carpets the roof - the blackbirds make over
*
carol concert prelude- - chatter of innocents
*
footsteps in the street - echos of a distant youth
*
filaments in ferment - the elements touch base
*
a tumbleweed,windblown - the bounty-hunter dismounts
*
at ease on my bookshelf - yesteryear's leisured hours
*
a rainbow arises - through a curtain of tears
*
between wind and water - skating on black ice
*
shadows of yesteryear - distortions in todays dreams
*
as a sequence
a perambulator arrives - emptiness takes its leave
                                          .
 a quietness descends - fresher term opens
                                          .
room-to-let sign illumes - emptiness returns
 "

I'M the Fallen One

eventually I'm the fallen one
never thought that falling will be much fun
how about an airborne run
looking for wings that won't fall
llooking for a fall that'll make me whole
looking for a death that'll prove a life
look for a life that'll make me fear not death
oh man this fall is a race for a distant breath
look for a love that'll fit this dying heart
looking for heart that'll make this love engine start
looking for a reality that'll make 'over to truth
lookin for a truth that'll elecrecute this fakness no snooze
have you seen my guardian angel
she's trying a red dress i made her love excess
no one made a stand without a helping hand
have you seen my hidden hand he smiled and said let's expand
who are you what's the story
spiritual ritual going perpetual
the snobbery of the fakery
when the lie unites and the truth divides
is this what we fell for
or is the struggles of the more
eventually it will be abyss bottom
she said barter for garter 
i said belt or snake
careful it say fragile don't break

Tamer Hossam

The Rest Is Yet To Come

Isaac Asimov wrote of scenarios unimaginable 
   Robot companions and industry-wide takeovers
His 1940 classic, "I Robot," is now quite actionable
   If anything, a bit outdated, ripe for a make-over

In the 1950's we marveled at the audacity
   A woman totally oblivious, a 'seashell in her ear'
Ray Bradbury's "Fahrenheit 451" fantasy
   Today is surely audible, easy to hear

We couldn't believe his notion of 'entertainment walls'
   Now we mount flat screens in living rooms and on stores in the mall
No way, we felt, that real-life 'firemen' would ever burn printed books
   ~ Yet those very kind of books are now being replaced by digital looks

Yesterday's science fiction is flat-out routine today
   Pay attention to new prophesies ~ they're already well on their way

A Funny Thing Happened On the Way To Poetry

A poet lost for words with writer’s block and barrage

		Playing with Lego in Copenhagen

Anderson’s mermaid hard on the rock

		Casting away the human soul

The artist failing construction in a mechanistic world

		Retrieving Meccano

The pea shooter’s jammed and sour gun

		Squirting marmalade

A philosopher's dislike of wisdom

		Playing in Epicures’ garden

A pantomime screaming at a Buddhist retreat

		Having a silent make over

The adult child lost in fun and peculiar games

		Anticipating adoration

Homebound heaven’s firmament

		Right below some funny grounds

22th July 2018

The Beauty Salon Adventure

Oh! My gosh. What is it with the girly girl 
Adventure?
They say looking great is a lure
To capture
An amore. To me that's a whole other 
Venture.
I am such an amateur.
I am not looking for any more pressure.
Now on to the brochure
Which supposedly has the beauty cure.
Their prices are not high on expenditures
It features
Hair cut to style which includes shampoo,
Dry, make over, manicure, 
And pedicure
All done at our leisure.
For our listening pleasure
All work will be done to the overture
Of Bach which some deemed as torture.
Any way the end result was everyone comes
Out a beautiful relaxed creature
Who has been in hiding like a lost treasure.
We are supposedly feeling less insecure,
And more sure,
Of our future.
I need a picture.

New Clothes

I picked out a new set of thoughts
I tried them on and they fit perfect
I wear them loosely and their comfortable.
Last year when I tried to find them
I was wearing a cloak of darkness
It kept me hidden in the shadows
I didn't want to change 
It was all I knew
I had to be stripped bare
A make over like I never had before
I didn't think anyone would recognize me or want to
Those thoughts kept me alone and scared
I walked out on them
The hostage was freed
I picked out a new set of thoughts
I tried them on
Somehow
They just seemed right.......

J.Bovee 2018

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