In this, the death-prone winter of our discontent,
the world lay languishing from mitotic chaos
and malignant uncertainty---spreading a pandemic
cancer of destruction over the body of our moral humanity.
Infected rebirth cells of ancient crusade history
scatter world wide---blown like dry leaves
in chilling winds of cold war seasons.
Here, in the frozen season of time, Armageddon
stalks democracy in the chilled midnight hour;
while in the twilight of the eve of destruction,
world watchers waddle the time away: constructively
engaged in spotlight moments of warming scenes.
With a bloody but unbowed head, let not our world wallow wearily
in the mirage of winter’s defeat; nor allow her frigid blast
to shatter the bruised reed of hope or out the burning wick of love.
Let us stare adversity in the eye, rekindling the spirit of unity;
let us refashion the crumbled, rejected stones of our moral society;
we building a new and better world where we hold it to be self evident:
peace---perfect peace, is the dominant ethos of our recaptured humanity.
Categories:
refashion, abuse, allegory, america, discrimination,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
We are born aware of our soul’s treasure.
We know we are from spirit sourced designs
and graced with faith traits far beyond measure.
These truths grow loose when spirit earth aligns.
As earth life feeds us human emotions,
we drift from truth and our hearts refashion.
Days of human ways grow false held notions.
God nudges us to reclaim His passion.
When a child, God tingle-touches our skin.
We feel otherness seeking us aware
with love seeped passions that ignite within.
We cannot name it but thrill to its flair.
Time bends us to lend us a spirit mend
for it’s when pained that we seek beyond sight.
When we strive for a spiritual blend,
it is in quiet we find truth’s bright might.
Categories:
refashion, blessing, christian, deep, devotion,
Form: Rhyme
Hearing
my thoughts
I considered
again
Last chance
to refashion
What time
whittles thin
Word after
word
They pass by
in refrain
Assuaging my
doubts
Repeating
— my name
(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)
Categories:
refashion, words,
Form: Rhyme
My mind is too pragmatic;
it cannot work the magic
of allusion, illusion, nor flowing script.
When was my heart last ripped
open in love-lost-anguish or slipped
into unexpected passion?
I am unable to refashion
the impulsive neuronal transmissions
to create a cage of desire
or the heights to which you aspire.
Categories:
refashion, depression,
Form: Rhyme
If you have ever redesigned before,
You have redone your floor.
It could be carpet, wood or tile,
Really whatever is your style.
Outback, you can refashion the deck,
It really looks like a wreck.
Call me at my store
And I will meet you at the door.
My samples I will bring,
We can have it installed by Spring.
Guarantee, they never looked so good.
I can do it at my house, I think I should.
Categories:
refashion, fun, home,
Form: Rhyme
I imagine you somewhere
Listening to a song
And thinking of me.
.
I remember being with you
On the old porch swing
At 3 am talking about life.
Sometimes I wish
I had walked away at the start
And left things at hello.
Note: This is a found poem. Found poems take existing texts and refashion them, reorder them, and present them as poems. Found poetry is often made from newspaper articles, street signs, graffiti, speeches, letters, or even other poems. Many poets have also chosen to incorporate snippets of found texts into larger poems (poets.org)
Categories:
refashion, memory,
Form: Free verse
Fall
arcane drops
of burnt hawthorn,
refashion chestnut beauty
as enticing odes of jovial
amber plume fowls serenade
maple leaves, as tunnel winds cease
timber soils of stillness in calm chaos.
Extend sunsets cool moonlight greetings
I...fancy open candlelit windows alluring
subtle bliss embracing the core
values revived endng
summer’s erotic
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N
D
Categories:
refashion, autumn, beauty, inspiration, music,
Form: Concrete
WEATHERING THE WINTER OF OUR DISCONTENT
In this, the death prone winter of our discontent,
the world lay languishing from mitotic chaos
and malignant uncertainty---spreading a pandemic
cancer of destruction over the body of our moral humanity.
Infected rebirth cells of ancient crusade history
scatter world wide---blown like dry leaves
in chilling winds of cold war seasons.
Here, in the frozen season of time, Armageddon
stalks democracy in the chilled midnight hour;
while in the twilight of the eve of destruction,
world watchers waddle the time away: constructively
engaged in spotlight moments of warming scenes.
With a bloody but unbowed head, let not our world wallow wearily
in the mirage of winter’s defeat; nor allow her frigid blast
to shatter the bruised reed of hope or out the burning wick of love.
Let us stare adversity in the eye, rekindling the spirit of unity;
let us refashion the crumbled, rejected stones of our moral society;
we building a new and better world where we hold it to be self evident:
peace---perfect peace, is the dominant ethos of our recaptured humanity.
Categories:
refashion, allegory, america, conflict, history,
Form: Alliteration
I was reposed on green velvet
when a notion struck,
so, I took out my tweezers
and set to task
painstakingly I separated
minute fibers of spirit,
away from itself
after examining each shimmer
as it waxed and waned,
a lifeline of ego and id
refracted from Father
I fell into conundrum
what had I done ??
it was only when
daffodils bloomed
and the blue heron arrived
that my tweezers
breached a void
I was astonished to find
a vast empty cavern,
and without its whole
the inner was,
nonexistent
I begin a new endeavor
of reconnection
for, what was once
a spirit for life
throwing a dustcover
on the typewriter,
and sheathing my pen
I have but Milli seconds
left on this page
I detect the scent of lilies
mixed with myrrh,
I follow,
and in my wake
a white dingo steps light
as riding his back the claws
of a blue heron relax,
into the syncopation of journey
at each step the strips
of separation,
refashion a new age
on the horizon Esperanza
swirls veils of green velvet
and in the peripheral
La Mort’s shadow
curls, ever closer
Categories:
refashion, hopeblue, green, daffodils,
Form: Blank verse