My heart is in my head
As where it should be
Lying in wait for the Father’s hands
My body needs remolding
My story needs remolding
I am asking Father God for His hands
Lord, My God shape me and remake me,
Lead and move my legs and feet on your Holy lands
My heart is in my head
As where it should be and still...
Lying in wait for the Father’s hands
7/28/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2021©
Categories:
remolding, analogy, appreciation, assonance, endurance,
Form: Free verse
A hint of sadness rises
high up in the trees
whispers of goodbye ride each breeze.
Green leaves fades to paler shades
hues of yellow, oranges, reds displayed
as the autumn mists begin to wain.
An end to the summer warms
thundered lightning, brief rain storms
and now the earth rests in its sleepy yawns.
Unclear blended whisperings haunt the day,
with hidden messages floating on the wave
of the once calm seas writhing in the craze
of tropical storms and hurricanes soon made.
The earth awakes grumpy to its inner frustrations
to reveal its anger and its lack of patience
with man's abuse and natural wastings.
It cries and weeps at the plunder and the waste
of man's remolding it in his haste
devoid of thought or consideration of this sacred place.
The world evolves, renews and rebuilds
unaware of the blessings it freely yields
allowing man to plunder every open field.
Categories:
remolding, earth, humanity, nature,
Form: Rhyme
This time is now to love and laugh;
To celebrate your glorious birth;
Express my thanks your path pursued;
Did lead to this.
Let's drink one glass to fancies passed;
No treasure brings a greater worth;
Then passion's pulses stirred up new;
Each time we kiss.
What birthday gift could I then craft;
But then to be your willing serf;
And you the subject of my muse;
'til we desist.
Through changing times true feelings last;
As seasons shale, remolding earth;
Note, nothing shakes or bends my view;
That you exist.
Categories:
remolding, birthday, devotion, love,
Form: Rhyme
The house you never built
Has a nice setting on the edge of town
it has really nice curb appeal
with the perfect landscaping and edging
the shrubs and even a rose bush
there is a garden out back
This is the house you never built
you never put your heart in it
I was not worth it to you
what you didn't tear down
Is what you left me with
all alone, empty inside
I look in the mirror
I see a house that needs a lot of attention
something you never gave me
With some work, right buyer
I could be back on the market
some new carpeting and drapes
would really be a nice change in me
The Realtor called
they found a potential buyer
A widower
he lost his house in a tragic fire
He looking for a fixer-upper
something he could invest time and money in
he has experience remolding houses
Maybe, I can finally get this house finish
the house you never built
© Jerry L. Heldman, a year ago
Tribalmanll
Categories:
remolding, abuse,
Form: Free verse
hazy pale substance
spreads over stale rye toast
you crunch it
too loudly
your mother says
chew with your mouth closed
paper napkins
in a big black trash bag
smeared with hor d’vers
cocktail parties you weren’t invited to
i laugh when
you drop food on your lap
your mother scorns
alone on a porch
remolding the moon
brie cheese wedges
you thought the stars
were too tiny to hold close
it was my party
i pretend not to like you
Categories:
remolding, age, change, childhood, friendship,
Form: Free verse
MY JOURNEY TO THE POEM CITY!
………………… WHY I QUIT SINGING
FOR POETRY!!
I HAVE LOVED THE PEN FOR LONG!!
EVEN THOSE DAYS; WHEN YOUNG!!
IT ALL STARTED BY MY TONGUE!!
THAT LOVES COMPOSING SONGS.
I HAVE IMPRESSED, BOTH OLD AND
YOUNG!
WITH, ALL MY WRITTEN SONGS.
BUT, MY GROWTH IN MUSIC!
WAS STOPPED, BY SHY PHYSIQUE!
I KNEW; I WASN’T BOLD!
COS FACING CROWD; I WOULD
RUN COLD!
BUT I SAID; MY THOUGHTS WONT
BE SOLD!
SO, I WROTE ON, BUT KEPT THEM
IN FOLDS.
ONE POETRY MANUAL CAME AS
GIFT!
WHICH, GAVE ME AN UPLIFT!
I TRIED REMOLDING SONGS!!
BUT WASN’T EASY; FOR TIME
LONG!!
‘’JUNGLE JUSTICE’’ WAS THE POEM,
THAT LED ME INTO THIS PATH!
WHILE ‘’ABIKU’’ WAS MY FIRST,
THAT I TRIED, FROM THIS IMPACT!
WRITING TO ME, IS NOW FUN!
COS ON ANY SUBJECT; I SHINE LIKE
SUN!
WORD SELECTION; IS MY RUN!
COS FROM SONG; I WAS BORN!
Categories:
remolding, dedication, me,
Form: Diamante
I just found my happy place.
Experimental modulation,
laying the perfect foundation
for a creative mind.
Live off the fruit of the land.
And
an honest obsession with intoxication, melting your polymer thoughts, remolding them into
metallic fantasies that feed on your every-day life.
I just found my dark side
smiling at me with shiny eyes.
Beckoning.
Luring me in
with the promise of an alternate reality where I'm the big-guy-screw-you making my own
moral and social regulations for everyone else to try and spit out over lunch.
He says its better with him.
He says its like when you're between being asleep and conscious. When you can give birth to
any self-animated sequence; and project it onto your Big Screen of a mind, socially
invincible. There's no laws, discipline or expectations. You're completely invincible.
He wants me to live in the dirge of the world,
walking with my head down low.
In some self-generated alternate reality.
Eyes half closed,
and head half empty.
Categories:
remolding, faith, health, introspection, life,
Form: I do not know?
Luxurious intentions looking for balance
I crave purity in a world full of dust
Being reborn stirs up deja vu's
Relentless, Dark Evil throws weights on my scale
Angels descend remolding my Soul...
I travel alone in the trip of life
Jewelry left behind but diamonds in the eyes
With blisters in my heart and oxygen enough
To hover freely over unwrinkled canyons
I live in my car hoarding childhood giggles
Pelicans are my new pen pals
- their fate collide with mine -
addicted to the current of an upside down planet
I keep on filming Life until I say...Good Bye...
by: iolanda scripca
for Nette's "Zodiac Zones"
Categories:
remolding, life
Form: Free verse