Reforms Poems | Examples

Water

sleeps
in the curve of hollowed rock

         we  
forget its name
until it speaks
in mirrors
in pulses

murmuring down spine

        all we are  
returns
in ripples

   memory breaks  

and reforms  
like light

                 under eyelids  
       sinking  
                    into  
                      once-blue  
a tide forgets its edge

           and so do I  
what doesn’t flow
calcifies—

                    drip  
               drip  
  a vein  
          of sky  
                     left  
        unheld  
...

Embodying The Light

truth imbibed
awaits assimilation
we felt in our bones 
in time dissolved meditation
                        by unseeking seeker


As children of the Light of the World
We're like bright sun for others, we shine
We’re made to share the truth of His words
Guided by His wisdom, so divine.

Holy Spirit dwells and empowers
At fervor prayers and meditation
We feel God’s presence and power
Spiritual breakthrough to acclamation.
 
Letting His light sit in our heart’s throne
No darkness but courage amidst the storms
And be physically sound down the bone
When spiritual health brightens and reforms.

DU30

Born in the heart of  dawn, 
We fondly called him Digong,
He carved his path,
A legacy in shadows, 
and the blaze of fame.
A father’s dream, 
a mother's fight,
He saw the world 
through different eyes,
With a lawman's heart, 
and a warrior's mind,
Duterte rose, 
beneath darkened skies.
He ruled, a city once torn,
By battles of men, 
by hunger of night,
But with iron hands and a justice sworn,
He made our place safe,
 a beacon of light.
Through fire and blood, he made his name,
Fighting wars both 
n the street and the mind,
The price of peace, a toll too high,
The cost of change, o
ften unkind.
In the halls of power, 
he took his seat,
Promised reforms, 
a country to steer,
But his way was rough,
 with words like steel,
with enemies  far and near.
A president once, the people’s voice,
But in his wake, controversy lay,
For some he was a hero, for others a ghost,
A man who ruled with a heavy sway.
And yet beneath the bravado, the storm,
The man who once dreamed of a safer land,
Lies a boy with visions reborn,
A son, a father, with power in hand.
A tale of a man who rose from' the roots,
Whose legacy continues to spark and dispute.

this avant garde clan

the avant-garde clan considered themselves intelligentsia
devoted to intellectual and cultural pursuits
wealthy?
yes.
intelligent? In some ways
but not intelligentsia.

true intelligentsia are illuminati.
advocates for social reforms
concerned for the less fortunate
builders, creators, endowers,
of hospitals and social services

this avant-garde clan was snobbish
felt they were better than most others
looked down at the peons
they lacked empathy, compassion and social consciousness

a friend told me that she thought illuminati means…
to sell your soul to the devil.
illuminati and intelligentsia are similar in meaning
these creeps possibly had sold their souls to the devil

their words were
me, me, me
I, I, I
not we we we

I Serve A Risen Savior

“Our Lord has written the promise of resurrection, not in books alone, but in every leaf in springtime.” - Martin Luther


With gentle hands, He molds the soul
Breathing light past timeless shadows
Singing psalms of grace who’ll console
Loved by One who died and arose

His kindness paints admirers glad
In words of belief the heart knows
Singing joy to those who are sad
Loved by One who died and arose

With a soft voice, He stills the storms
Bringing peace everywhere He goes
Changing fates for those He reforms
Loved by One who died and arose

His word assures us that we’re free
Because of love that grows and grows
Grace holds answers, the real key
Loved by One who died and arose

With praises lifted so He’ll hear
I’m so thankful I’m one He chose
Because of Him, I’ll never fear
Loved by One who died and arose

Light of the World

He silences the stars, who light up the night… with the gentle grace that floods hearts who praise Him… just praise, praise, praise – He will forever amaze! – by poet


Rustling winds, like fires burning swift
Stir souls to praise His perfect gift
Light of the world, sent from above
Discernment of hope, faith and love

He saves souls who truly believe
Silencing doubts of those who grieve
He gives new life, a shining light
For those who simply do what’s right

Gentling the night, dancing with stars
Praising the Son whose joy is ours
Soothing those who knew such despair
Reaching out to Him with prayer 

Grace is the word to hearts who trust
For those who treasure God whose just
Never let go of love He sent
Never forget to just repent

forgiving, He frees you from sin
saving you from grief that has been
silencing the fears and the tears
with the light of love that repairs

He brings the soul through all dark storms,
With love that believes and reforms
Bringing hope for a holy home,
Where our hearts will never need roam.

buy a donkey

Buy a Donkey 
The Sunday papers had nothing to tell 
except for the usual trivia  and endless 
wars somewhere on the planet
As I get older and older, nothing much 
is of importance, novels are good only 
for taking our mind off the ennui 
I used to write poetry and hoped to
publish until I realized it was of no 
importance for anyone or me
Very few things in our lives are important 
it does not stop wars; we are as stupid 
as before the wheel.
Yesterday, I visited a donkey ranch and
thought these animals are important
when fleeing from tribal wars 
We spend a set number of years here
much of it  on bagatelles like work and 
pay negotiations and pension reforms 
When of years are over, nothing changes
except who got what of our lot, what 
I can do for the future is to buy  a donkey

DEBT SLAVERY

Oh, Africa, a vast and varied land
Yet overshadowed by IMF's hand
Structural adjustments they decree
Yet bring nothing but misery

Forced reforms they demand
Leaving nations bound in financial quicksand
Economic policies, cold and stern
Often leave the people for more they yearn

African soil, rich and ripe
Yet resources drained in IMF's grip tight
Development hindered, dreams deferred
As IMF's demands go unheard

Structures shattered, communities torn
As IMF's programs leave them forlorn
Debt burdens heavy, futures bleak
In the name of progress, the poor they seek

Yet the toll on Africa's heart
Tells a tale of IMF's misguided part
Forced adjustments, a bitter pill
Leaving scars that linger still

Is slavery actually long gone
For the burden of debts we still borne
Ensnared in shackles of disgraceful loans
Why can't we just be left alone?

October Is Here

October stirs up colors- its new blend
designing duller scenery to glow.
The cooler temps invite us to befriend-
in full excitement for its destined show.

Progressing soon, redressing of our greens-
which summertime no longer will prolong,
October's brush will conjure lovely scenes
to mend the loss of summer's soothing song.

The fruit groves, filled with cyclic ripened gifts,
now beckon us to pick them to consume.
The odor of sweet, luscious pies, uplifts;
reforms the missing scents of summer's bloom.

When this October ends, we'll miss its joy-
for then we must resolve November's ploy.

Women Charting New Epochs and Reforms

Spiders kept weaving their webs,
Dust knocking on closed windows,
Within closed books and cupboards,
Coolness settled in.
Among the stacks of dozens of books,
Mosquitoes turned like ascetics,
Taking residence in the classroom's walls,
As the clock on the wall continued ticking.
At last, I embraced transformation,
A revolution was imperative,
For women's existence,
In the evolving fabric of society,
And for the ultimate triumph -
Where on the streets,
The rights of the people
Won't be trampled,
The dignity of women
Won't be bartered,
No one will inquire
About anyone's caste or creed,
All will be equal and deserving,
Dust will be swept off the books
Then new volumes will be scripted,
Where women
Will chart the course of new epochs and reforms.

A New Frame of Faith

We're moving into a new frame of faith,
Into a future that's yet to unfold,
A new pace of faith we embrace,
Leaving behind what we cannot hold.

Seasons change, we can’t be the same,
On our path, a divine meeting awaits,
In God's presence, we find our aim,
And our hearts, He gently reforms.

He's the great I AM we can trust,
Our hope for the future untold,
With favour resting on us,
We're drawing many to His fold.

We are one-of-a-kind, uniquely designed,
A demonstration of faith's unique grace,
Let go of the past, leave biases behind,
And watch the fire inside of us ablaze.

Sand Dunes

The shape of sand dunes on the beach,
Shows the patterns etched by the sweeping wind,
Walking on the beach on a windy day,
I feel how my life changes with the emotions every day.

The drifts and mounds on the sand hill,
Waiting to be shaped and reshaped by the surf and wind,
The valleys and hills of my feelings,
Forms and reforms with the myriads of
events every day.

Ask sand dune what it is,
A heap of sand changing its form every moment,
I ask myself who am I,
I am what I am, changing with my emotions every day.

Sand dune. a shining sand castle in a golden sunset,
Or a buried chest of marine treasures,
My life, a mirage full of hopes.
Or a Pandora's box full of life's trials and tribulations.

Ode To Kuala Lumpur

Oh Kuala Lumpur, city of contrasts
Where ancient and modern, beautifully coexist
Your towering skyscrapers, a sight to behold
A modern metropolis, that never grows old

From the iconic Petronas Twin Towers
To the bustling streets of Bukit Bintang
A city that never sleeps, always alive
A true cosmopolitan, that continues to thrive

Amidst the concrete jungle, there lies
A hidden gem, that captures the eyes
The Batu Caves, a natural wonder
A sacred shrine, that never loses its thunder

Your street food scene, a culinary delight
From nasi lemak to roti canai, each a bite
A melting pot of flavors, that tantalize
A foodie paradise, that leaves us mesmerized

And let's not forget your people, so warm
A friendly smile, that always reforms
A diverse community, that welcomes all
A city of unity, that stands tall

Oh Kuala Lumpur, how you enchant
A city of dreams, that we all want to plant
A place of endless possibilities, that never cease
Kuala Lumpur, with Petronas Twin Towers, you truly please.

My Kind of Rebel

His heart has sensed.
Rebels against,
his own ego.
bye, amigo.

Leaves the reformatory.
Honors his own history.
Hungry for a change.
Seek to rearrange.

With complete humility
takes responsibility.
Doesn't look for blame.
Plays part in the game.

Works on Self-reforms.
Uses Art as arms. 
He is Inspiration.
Takes part in creation.

An Art Piece

The artist catches an illusion
The artist completes 
The artist creates 
The audience sees an illusion
The audience admires
The audience comments
The audience may see 
A different dream
No matter whatever it is
Art is indescribable
One sees with the eyes
And feels with the heart
Reasons by the brain
And reforms by the soul
Unlogics can become logics
Not existable can become existable
A different world may be presented
In the name of imaginations
Expectations
Aspirations and dreams
From a lost world maybe
But based on 
The original creations of God

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