The notion of performance
Isn't the trait of nature
The notion of performance
Doesn't belong to nature
What differs machine and science
We will find out with no razor
The notion of performance
Isn't the trait of nature
Logic and sense reforming
We do understand the danger
The sharp edge with minimal factors
Encompass does not complexities
Black or the white your judgement
Versus makes truth your unethical
What for do I need your zeroes
What for do I need the ones
Computer and I play Osiris
Repair your imbecile stance
Is their job MY computer
Shall we to cook the cook
Removing associations
Will we be using spook
Bark my friend with tail at cars
They don't care about us
Veterinary cloud choose you
Or adopt the pet
Drink water from the bottle
I will produce the set
Milk fat
Categories:
reforming, riddle,
Form: Rhyme
You think you’re riding high, so high falutin’:
the fact is, you’re the dumbest ox in town.
There’s no-one as unfunny as a clown:
reforming is a thing, but you’re just looting.
Repudiating allies while you’re rooting
for enemies will never earn the crown
you crave: and, in advance of sitting down,
you showed your hand. You gave the game to Putin.
Stupidity does not deserve excusing.
It takes a man to take his share of blame,
a thing you’ll never do. You have no shame.
Your hand-picked team are taking drugs and boozing,
already reconciled inside to losing,
because (like you) they ever knew the game.
Categories:
reforming, political,
Form: Sonnet
Soul is divine as defined continuing
journey parallel with eternal flow of time
on evolution and revolution !
New soul forming, Old soul reforming
exhibiting mortal bodies
through incarnation and re -incarnation.
Partly real, partly virtual partly dormant partly vibrant !
Whatever. ! Endeavour of soul never- ending.
Yet, is individual soul converging to unity at infinity ?
Categories:
reforming, appreciation, how i feel,
Form: Free verse
His lackwit ladylove rubbed our family wrong
She came in singing a bawdy pirate song
We were silent, our absolute and only ways strong
We sat back in our bean bags, and handed her a bong
Categories:
reforming, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Monorhyme
A vortex of energy surrounds me,
Its shared collectively.
Full of possibility,
And my responsibility.
Bare feet grounding my body,
I begin to see Its capability.
Spinning uncontrollably,
It has a Hold of me.
Affecting my whole reality,
Directing where it carries me.
Puzzle pieces swirling,
Holding me down.
I begin twirling,
Turning it around.
Reversing rotation,
Pieces fall to the Ground.
Changing the motion,
A commotion,
Kicks up dust from the past.
Coming in fast,
Blasting the momentum.
Where did that come from,
Another Conundrum.
This Energy,
The Negativity,
All the broken parts of me,
Taking responsibility.
Sifting thoroughly,
The ashes of my choices.
My final approach,
Silencing the voices.
Dust settling into place,
My body happy with the change.
My Vortex reforming,
Conforming to a refined design.
My energy cleansed by the Divine,
Love now embracing,
The twirling thoughts in my mind.
Categories:
reforming, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
There is a poem I have yet to write,
a ghost ensnared within the ribs of silence,
a pulse in the throat of absence,
a rhythm swirling down the drain of thought.
I do not pursue it. It resists my touch.
It coils at the edges of understanding,
half-formed, half-wild, shifting, unraveling, reforming—
a thing too untamed for words to hold.
It battles me.
It kicks against the walls of form,
snarls at the entrance of meaning,
teeth bared at the burden of being named.
Some words cannot be tamed.
They resist my structure, defy my hands.
They understand—once I name them,
they are no longer free.
So I unwrite.
I let language collapse,
let ink scatter like startled birds from wire,
let the bones of meaning break
under the weight of undoing,
until nothing remains
but the thing itself—
breathing, pulsing, waiting.
Not every poem is meant to be written.
Some come only to remind me—
I am not the master of the words.
The words are the master of me.
Categories:
reforming, writing,
Form: Free verse
P- Proudly he stood, the nation's choice
R- Ridged in debate, a powerful voice
E- Eager to lead, with promises bold
S- Serving a vision, both new and old
I- In the spotlight, he rose to fame
D- Determined and fierce, in a political game
E- Energizing his base with rallies aflame
N- Negotiating deals, a businessman’s flair
T- To rally his base, engaging with care
T- Trump to stimulate economic plan
R- Reforming the status, with policies grand
U- Uniting supporters across this vast land
M-Making his mark, a controversial reign
P- Progress and strife, through triumph and pain
© daniel miltz
Categories:
reforming, america,
Form: Acrostic
Rains falling :
Small droplets forming ripples
on shallow pool
in concentric circles
growing bigger and decaying
reforming recreating .
Rains drizzle.
Raindrops
fall on leaf lamina
kissed by blowing breeze
in zest and zing.
Showers of raindrops
on running river
propagating merrily.
I am sensing smelling sadness of sky
releasing in cries of bursting clouds.
I am blending tears with rain drops.
Categories:
reforming, rain, river,
Form: Free verse
#7: The Pressure of Time
They're pretty special and memorable.
Still, a need to know, it comes, it goes
It comes, it goes, they are unstoppable.
It goes and it comes, and nobody knows,
It likewise can run, it likewise can fly,
otherwise, it comes, otherwise it goes.
but it will never, ever, never -- die.
It will just run, and, fly, come and it goes.
Made is shredded, and create is destroyed.
Every thrashing, crashing, smashing, squashing.
The segments are strict and go to the void.
The task is radical for reforming.
Seconds are sucked into the nevermore,
Renewed, a second, their forevermore
Categories:
reforming, allusion, analogy, appreciation, imagery,
Form: Crown of Sonnets
Choices
a reminder …
each one comes with a cost
Freedom won
or gallows hung
to gain what could be lost
Decisions
cross the tundra …
reforming time itself
Transporting ice
through devil fire
—one glacier left to melt
(Dreamsleep: November, 2023)
Categories:
reforming, fire,
Form: Rhyme
“Underestimated”
Underestimated
the monster inside
deconstructing data
reforming standards
non-standard calibrations
turning below above inside
inside above below turning
calibrations standard -
non standards reforming data
deconstructing
inside the monster
underestimated
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Categories:
reforming, muse,
Form: Narrative
i want to tear my body into ribbons
and watch myself cascade down onto the floor
i cannot keep reforming myself just to fall apart again
efforts to maintain a stasis in composure are wasted on this anxiety-ridden mind
my legs are still writhing in pain
my chest hasn’t ceased its tightening
i don’t understand it
i can’t keep this up
i don’t know if i’m cut out for anything
it’s all so much right now
too much
Categories:
reforming, 11th grade, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
Life And Bad Habits
By: Miracle Man
7/11/2023
Life is about attitudes, habits, and disbelief,
and any prejudices we harbor, God didn’t endow.
We look at life’s problems and seek God for relief,
As we do those things age and health will allow.
Jaundiced habits are often hindering our progress,
and these bad habits we’re oft unwilling to cede.
The brambles we encounter have made life a mess,
and bad habits will always our progress impede.
“Nothing so needs reforming
as other people’s habits.”
Mark Twain
Categories:
reforming, life,
Form: Quatrain
Custodian of nostalgic memories,
I cannot help but glance at it everyday,
for it holds in its fold nearly forgotten stories,
that in the distant past used to make my heart sway,
now awaiting the urge within my soul to recreate
and so relive the charm of mystical echoes,
that here and now I may again celebrate
highs of yesteryears as also the lows.
What at first grips my fickle attention,
are not books or photo albums stored therein
but rather thick layers of dust that cause tension
and so the trusty bookshelf welcomes my break-in,
hoping that I may learn from error of my neglect,
reforming lethargic habits and pick up a book
and by doing so, at least offer some respect,
even if it ends up as but a cursory look.
Oh worthy storehouse of knowledge,
I applaud your ability to serve with verve,
judging me not irrespective if I acknowledge
the comfort you provide, which I doubt I deserve
for although many a friend has come and gone
your stoic presence in my life is reassuring,
to elevate my mood if I become forlorn
and so your presence is my mooring.
23-February-2023
Write an Ode Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Jeff Kyser
Categories:
reforming, appreciation,
Form: Ode
A-Acrostic
N-Numbering down
A-All words
C-Creating new
R-Reforming Yalto
O-Outstanding
S-Style with
T-Talented
I-Ibeh
C-Creating
Y-Yalto form
A-Amazing work done
L-Learning new poetry
T-This
O-Outstanding work done
“Acrostic numbering down all words creating new reforming Yalto outstanding style with talented Ibeh creating Yalto form amazing work done learning new poetry this outstanding work done”
Syllables
3, 4, 2, 4, 5, 3, 2, 3 ,2, 3, 3, 5, 6, 1, 5
Categories:
reforming, poetry,
Form: Acrostic
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