Reformation Poems | Examples

Clarion Call

Hark! The clarion call of enlightenment rings,
As education's chrysalis unfurls its wings.

Long fettered-by archaic pedagogical chains,
We now shed the husk of antiquated refrains.

In crucibles of curiosity, minds ignite,
Forging knowledge that pierces the night.

We architect academies of boundless scope,
Where queries bloom and nurture hope.

Not mere facts, but wisdom's essence we distil,
Cultivating resilience for life's uphill.

For the erudite maverick with cerebral fire,
And mentors who dare to inspire higher.

Arise! Let transformation be our refrain,
As we reforge learning's domain.

Our voices, a symphony of choice and change,
Through adversity's gauntlet, we arrange.

In these halls of intellectual renaissance,
Every mind finds its resonance.

As vestiges of the old order fall,
We pen new axioms for one and all.

These bastions of thought, our legacy true,
Where futures are sculpted, both vibrant and new.

Disgraceful Praise

When you are too cool,
And we are dangerously fool!
When you are too good,
And we are mistakenly rude!

When you are going to forgive,
And we are going to dive in the ocean of deceitful bliss!
When you erroneously allow us to speak,
And we are going to attack you at your peak!

You call us "the collaborators",
You kill us by the disgraceful gladiators,
You keep us safe by biased words,
You provide us bliss with the disguised curse.

Until you live long in the blissful hell,
Until you confine us in the glorious jail,
Until you can be refined in your guilty conscience,
Until you rebuke us for our misguided sense.

We are united as your crown is denied,
We are guilty as you are still our guide.
We are ashamed that we didn't know our mind,
That is why you can still rule us and deride.

Reformation

There was a man that took a fall & was broken
in many ways
He had the strength to rise again after being betrayed
& led astray
Sometimes the pain is so great that it can throw you
off paths
When it rains it tends to pour but the onslaught never
lasts
You can drown in your emotions, or you can breathe &
find a way to swim through
The illusions can be so strong that you see things &
have thoughts that aren't true
Love is the glue for broken pieces & lost souls that go
off track
Once you've grown & are whole the old and new you
won't match
It's ok to fall sometimes as long as you pick yourself
back up
No hole is ever too deep to dig out of so get yourself
unstuck
We possess gifts in abundance & we should seek to
share them out
Just find the treasures hidden within so that you
rarely go without
Life can be complex & full of confusion but most illusions
aren't real
In order to touch the divine that sits within you must
embrace self so you can feel
Life is full of choices we must make but be discerning 
when using will
If you run head first into hard facts, you can make any
mountain a mole hill

Seeds of Reformation

"Seeds of Reformation"

It has already begun
the swift elevation 
of metaphor, self revelation
echoes the transition
of other heralds

their grand symphony
of change singing 
like archangels calling 
in the love pains, of all
their others' oceans 

beacons pure,
the children
torch bearers
radiant lights
teetering on the edge 

of reformation

shifting

fresh hearts 
reaching out 
to their deepest imprint
a bluer sky watching
holds them firm

sings them in 

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)

Reformation

When this Corvid crisis is over
There has to be Social Reform:
We just can’t expect things to
Return to their pre crisis norm.
All those essential workers
Daily risking their lives,
The security of their families,
Their children and wives,
To try and keep things going,
Keep society on track
Until the lockdown has ended
And we get normality back.

Many of those are working 
On Minimum rates of pay
Which has got to change
Come crisis over day.
There’s talk of a medal to
Recognise all they’ve done,
Recognise their hard work 
When this fight is finally won.
But, you can’t feed on medals or
commendations from the Queen.
Let’s have something lasting
With results that can be seen.

Close up the tax loopholes
Take away the benefits of evasion
From those companies that operate
From their offshore tax haven
Reform this unequal society of
Selfishness, grasping and greed
From each according their ability
To each according to their need.
When we’ve managed to enable
This necessary social reformation
Only then will we be a real, not 
Just Lip serving, Christian Nation.

Reformation

I wrote a poem
A long time ago
It was full of despair
And gray cloudy skies
It made me cry

I then saw a child 
Playing in a park
Laughing and full of joy
I wrote no more 
Of gray cloudy skies

Was I Not Worth It

Was I not worth it!?!
The last angry and disgusted human face that I saw; it was him;
Now, I am much older and memories of him are so very dim.
When I was younger, I tried to recall; but, now, it’s not my aim;
He left mom and rejected me; as though we brought him shame.
I guess it is because his paternal responsibilities, he did deny;
I have grown, matured; over his ‘infidel like’ acts, I won’t decry.
Other took up the task of moulding and making me complete;
Now that I am a father; his mistakes I most surely cannot repeat.
I surely must act now; it has to be rectified from my generation;
Rejection can’t be allowed to fester and destroy our family relation.
The spite was great; rejection open; and the emotional hurts deep;
Yet, I won’t hold it against him; “Whatever a man sows; he also reaps.”
Our lineage must be healed; rejection must be removed from my ancestry;
Life, liberty, love and unity must be the hallmark of our family legacy.
	                                                                       End
                                                                    By: Dion Penville

Revival

Our lives dwell in fields streaming with timeless torrents of shifting winds
That blow surging change over us, forever moving, lifting our wisdom higher
Grasping unto its timeless seasons, swirling in the ebb of all that transcends
Rendering us whole again with faith and hope as our aspiration and desire

Where reformation masters the unerring and flawless transition
That all in its path redeem the emergence of knowing joy and failure found
Bestowing its tribute to nature's impeccable composition
That life and peace and death and war shall everlastingly abound



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"As soon as the coin in the coffer rings; the soul in purgatory will spring"~Friar Tetzel~Salesman for the Pope 1517


He knew indulgences and such were corrupt
the church just out to make an unholy buck
he loved his poor parishioners a bunch
he had to do something this unknown monk,

Not being able to take anymore
he nailed his 95 theses to the Wittenburg church door
arrested he stood firmly for all his beliefs
his friends eventually stealing him in the night like thieves,

While in hiding he translated the Latin Bible into German
that way his people could read and then learn from
instead of just digesting what all the priests had to say
they read and interperted for themselves without delay,

Of course religious tension and fighting ensued
but because of Luther his people were not as confused
the German scriptures giving them new light
instead of the churches teachings and their indulgent lies,

Martyrs before and after Luther lending him a helping hand
all murdered because they took a "heretical" brave stand
many burned at the stake the pope declaring they were damned
while Protestantism swept like wildfire throughout the German land.

10-31-17

Reformation

Black night,
         Await the solar charnel steeds,
         Await the noon,
         Await the blacker, richer dawn.
                 
         Pale heresy dispatched
         The light brings on
         Silver and subtle with deceits
         A day of error o'er a night of wrong.
                 
         Nor can the fainting heart resist
         The furtive promise of a Christian bliss
         And light's pale monuments uplift
         A pagan and a passionate kiss.

Only Reformation Continues Perhaps Until Perfection

existence never losses its existence
                      though through transmission and transformation it rotates

                                          Water particle remains the same 
                              in ice or even after evaporation where ever is there 

                                Whatever it or they may be within the Universe
                                        never losses existence from inception

                              Only reformation continues perhaps until perfection for......
                    during the time bound all simple kinds of hesitation and frustration.....
                                        
                            End is there indeed after all roles are played perfectly
                           being truthful from every senses being perfected truly

The Protestant Reformation In Verse

Challengèd courts, Christendom held in palm,
Tyranny, oppression, falsehoods contrived
On which hingèd stability and calm,
Uprooted by man’s theses ninety- five
On door are tackèd for eyes all to see.
Revealèd wisdom, from God above sent,
Reformation of courts not left to be –
Defiance heighten’d, faith in God, unspent.
Truth in hands of people brings forth reform –
Justified by faith as Word inspired saith;
Transubstantiation false, ne’er to mourn
Catholic evils overcome by faith.

				All is owèd this man, held safe by One
				Named Martin Luther Gods favor’d son

Spring's Anthem: Regeneration and Reformation

The spring anthem doth now sound
Helpless eggs lie all around
Encased larva still tightly bound
Brooding mothers redound
Ingenious caretakers cover nest and mound
Ravenous predators scour tree and ground
Doting Queens have nests tightly wound
Succoring honey begins to compound
Aging pupa entombed all around
Nubile creatures more nutrition impound
Docile minions escape their waxy mound
Tracking nectar wherever flowers abound
Hovering matrons incubate above ground
Enervating heat the eggs must surround
Brimming yoke with new features expound
Emerging embryo can now be found
Emboldened chick with beak doth pound
Suddenly from cracked shell does new life resound.

The Reformation

I can't believe how
my life has changed
from one of a happy facade
through the morose and hopeless trajectory
that I traveled daily
to my final resting place
of ultimate bliss.
My path was a crazy one
of delusions and phobias.
For years, I felt
uneasy and heavy hearted.
I was obsessed by my thoughts.
Thoughts I couldn't control.
My brain roamed freely
through these ideas.
I grappled with my conscious.
What to do?
I then listened 
to my inner voice
and ran with my heart.
I rushed head long 
into your waiting arms.
Where I have found
my true self
and can be the person
who was hiding within
all along.
A woman who is
happy, safe, and secure
in her own skin,
on her own terms.

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