Renovated Poems

LONELY MEDIUM SIZED HOUSE

High above the ocean
Below being a sandy white beach
Easy to watch
One can sit all day and observe
The beach goers, Swimmers and Surfers
The ocean view stretchers for miles
One can reflect back in time
The simple and plan life
No riches in thought of Robin Leech
The Lonely house had fancies
A house with a roof and a place to sleep and eat
Just the fruits of one’s labor
Ocean to house
This lonely house had nothing before it was brought
It looked like shack filled with nothing
Once a dweller brought, it was given new life
Renovated having everything in what a house deserves
A place to be proud of and everlasting living
It took patience and of course the right contractor
Specifications were right and all the construction equipment needed
A lonely medium house because a much bigger house
Where one can admire and enjoy for life
Solid foundation
A dream through reality
No longer a lonely house
House friendly with no mouse
A house back then
Showing what solid as a rock can be
Calm breezes and relaxed souls
The aroma of sugar and spice
What could be so nice.

Paradigm Of Duality

from the  edge of the creative cosmos 
her star lands on her lap with billion candles  
their tantalizing twinkle ripple  
in the rhythmic rapture of the dance of angels 
in sync with the symphony of her heart 
she protects from the worldly winds

the shining stellar sequins  
elegantly embellishing the ethereal robe 
called the motherly love she wears 
in place of the feathered wings of angels

in the emotive detachment encapsulated 
within the cauldron of isolated melody 
self-doubting symphony gets dismantled 
in the discord waves of her shifting identity 

strained senses perceive the split scenario of life 
as sentiments turn into convoluted feelings 
sculpted silently by the divided soul
conversion creates the deluding entity 
an alien in its own renovated realm
completing the illusive paradigm of duality

Night Shades

Under a smother of dark clouds
a city skyline sinks,
there will be no starshine
the lights of a million windows
must drain and replace another blanked out evening.

The eyes of stray cats fire up,
it is time now for noise to hunt silence down,
for the garish to consume the subdued.
Shoes, new and old, scuff grime
into renovated store fronts, where shadows
cling to the detached hissing
of neon signs.

It will be dawn when the shoes bleed,
when the stars return to briefly gutter.
There are rodent tracks that arrow
between gray blocks of masonry
where nocturnal crimes crumble
into obscurity.

The metro subway is empty yet full of ghosts,
but just for a moment,
only a moment.

- Field Of Forgiveness -

    The badger entering the underground labyrinth
    it is impossible to discover the stars at night
    In the drowsy dark caves of the mind
    trying to maintain the truth safe in the memory
    Clouds, slowly suffocate my courage
    While sipping the liqueur of bitterness
    Unspoken words die on the tongue, as seasons come and pass

    Ghosts in dirty rags
    Wounded feelings, in the shadow of the evening

    Forgive me, with the scent of lilies to sweeten the path of life
    The future belongs to those who believe in their dreams
    Field of forgiveness gives love renovated splendor
    From darkness, to flower - in the embrace of harmony

A Birdhouse Renovated

Many birdhouses seen
In the different shape
On a backyard fence
In different colors

The squirrel is searching
For a place to nest
One squirrel chased a bird
From the fenced birdhouse

The squirrel ate the eggs
A mother bird laid
Then when shew was done
The squirr4el got busy

She enlarged the hole
She made it bigger
Then the squirrel decided
To make another

Entrance to the house
She chewed a hole
Now for the side door
Making it larger

Paradigm Of Contrast

For the contrived inducement of fixated being,
the transmuting tenet of uniqueness, 
the personified indented identity,
changes in the self-devised palette 
of metamorphosed color mélange,
while the conjured chameleon slyly cocooned,
paints the shifting façade of deception.

In the ostensible enactment of life’s incredible drama, 
the performance perfected in one-act play 
with the obsession of passion professed,
gilding the consequence crafted by alchemy,
the surreptitious shift from one actor to another, 
is an axiomatic drive of the dormant design. 

Out of the limelight, the clandestine colors fade  
on the tangible visage of virtual makeup,
the pallid original face morphs mystically into 
the veracity mirror of fragile actuality, 
reflecting the real rendering of identity, 
rinsed with the primal hues of persona
of the distinctive disposition embodied once.

The spasm of schematic perception splits the mirror, 
the shapeless shards of shattered pretence 
scatter as discarded debris willfully abandoned. 
Transformation creates the deluding entity, 
an alien in its own renovated realm,
completes the illusive paradigm of contrast.

New Morning Delight

it has been a long time since i made you breakfast
we forgot to remember to remember what should never forget
it is quite pitiful it took me almost losing you to realize what has been lost
i even remembered the salsa for your cheesy scrambled eggs
i am just now noticing that have have become even more beautiful with age
the maturation of your appearance the the spiked cinnamon tea of my day
when i kiss you good morning, it turns into a powerful ****** on my tongue
sometimes life is a wonderful thing flipped and in reverse
i never anticipated us missing each other so
now i want a pina colada understanding finally what rupert holmes was putting down
the rain has perfect timing and so does the perfectly strategized warmth of your mouth
i can definitely finished making breakfast later
with what you are doing to me now, i will be your servant, your chauffeur, and your waiter
tomorrow we ascend in the much needed renovated, updated, and upgraded changes
the view is perfect, and Blessing of Loving You and Being Loved By You is Improvingly Assured

Yorkshire Red

They called me a Communist
When only just a teen
Nothing much has changed in  
Those  Sixty years in between.
My village once had fourteen farms
Now it’s just got one or two 
Those employed in the village 
Are now very far and few.
It’s commuter land these days
Almost deserted on weekdays 
An almost soulless place
With modern village ways.

There was  Social Housing then
Now it’s mainly owner occupied
Very few common folk there
Now it’s  well and truly gentrified.
The old Falcon Inn once well used 
As village meet and social club
Has been renovated and become
A stylish seldom open Gastro Pub.
My dad’s old cottage still stands
Only because it’s been listed
Next door has been knocked through
As though it had never existed.

Two hundred years the family home 
Now any trace of us long gone 
It’s what these days they call progress
As life ambles and stumbles on.
A place of many required lessons
Which I never did manage to learn.
Only old family graves there now
So I seldom bother to return.
They called me a Communist 
Because I wouldn’t doff my cap
To the Johnny-cum-lately Squire
Touring the village by pony and trap.

Truth Shaking Its Head At Sunrise

a private place
where nobody dwells
i feel completely healed
i think i am lying again

a quiet beach
waves as bashful as my presentation
my mind and my heart is completely stilled
i think i am crying again

a peaceful existence
skies so surprisingly cooperative
the nucleus of my sanity now has a fully renovated shield
i think i am dying again

Tea Tree Shampoo and the Ocean Breeze

tea tree shampoo and the ocean breeze
loving me some you and i am down on my knees

refreshing is the effervescence of the sunny scene
you by my side loving me is what life does now mean

walking down the sand and toward the renovated pier
you are the shelter from all storms and the relief from every fear

if love is a vacation, then you are my favorite mode of transportation
if love is the ultimate interchange, then you are the Bridge of Entrance to my Most Amazing Transformation

tea tree shampoo and the ocean breeze
loving me some you and i am down on my knees

i want to travel the roads of life with nobody else
for with you, Miss Yin, the frozenness of My Yang now finally melts

now i wanna say thank you with a kiss and a bit of tongue
the gentle mischief within your reciprocity has me wonderfully high strung

if love is a destination, then you would be an Indefinite Forever Home
if love is Medicinal Truth, then you are The Best Dose of Heaven to Roam

Talcum Powder Was Almost the Death of Me

talcum powder was almost the death of me
it was bathroom winter elegantly scented
blinded by the dusty seductress, and i ache to bathe again
then cocoa shea hit me like an odd sort of heat
there were so many bumpy roads and dead skin cells
there were so many speed traps and balled up and torn up tickets
what should have been clues instead came as covered comfort
yes, lou, there was, originally, always something there to remind me
now, as naked as the current version of my eyes, i put the unexpected generic on the recently renovated pedestal
yes, again, Your Highness, Mr. Radio, the Woman of today is still smarter than Man in every way
thank you, Sweets, i will now live longer

Renovations

The House was featured on the T.V.
Celebrities put on hard hats
posed with sledge hammers.
It was said that the old structure
had ‘good bones’. What it did have
were walled-in nocturnal whispers
and a resident paranoia.

Interior decorators re-imagined rustic hues
a bohemian nest chic-est
Rooms were staged and displayed
yet beneath the contemporary
the old retold its history.

Much of the house was to be renovated
pastel and neutral colors
replaced flock and wainscots,
yet bricked-over alcoves
still dripped a dried red rust
of long held rumors.

The house concealed itself,
but its fiber and pith,
its conduits continued to throb-on
echoing an older heartbeat,
a retelling
of long unsolved crimes
thinly painted over.

Premature

A beautiful life 
Suddenly seized
I never thought it would be 
You my son, that ended up dying
The impact of your death 
Has manufactured a sonic boom 
Through the earthly and celestial realms
And no ship can bare me end
People keep telling me 
That my life will soon begin again 
But I don’t envision that even
With my gift of foresight 
In my heart, God this can’t be right
The chronology order of procedure 
Has paused and not renovated 
Since you ascended back to the Father
There is some serenity in this acknowledgment 
But even that is still gut wrenching 
I will always wonder why 
Your assignments were done 
At the early age of 25
This conclusion will never arrive 
For me to simply except 
That your beautiful life was taken
So prematurely.....

House Keeping

After she left the house for realities unknown,
the abandoned rooms hollowed out 
small discrete spaces for her to rest within
should she ever return.

Buses still stopped next door,
sparrows hopped over the stalks of phantom roses,
Eventually, Girl Guides selling cookies nixed 
her address off their clipboards.
The mail began to forward itself to nowhere.

The house tidied up the way den denizens do.
sifting through mites and squamous dust
for signs of her in-dwelling mind.
It found non-intrinsic parts of her
which it glued to the stale air as her likeness,
yet this remembered facsimile  
kept dissolving in puddles of moonlight.

The house began to whisper to passersby’s.
It called to migrant cats, homeless mice,
indigenous tribes of Carpenter bees.

A face on a board was planted in the yard,
prospective buyers entered and left,
none moved in.

The previous owner came back for a while,
She occupied the new spaces
pleased with the improvements.
Then she left the house 
riding upon a starlit stairlift,

her ghost moving upwards to a safer premise
where grab bars and access ramps
were reimagined
in a newly renovated sky.

Reflection Theory

Remastered memories
renovated compromises
Say thy brother's name

Touchstone compadres
Manifest of broken years
Be thy brother's keeper

Astral time prisms
empirical passengers
Keep thy brother's heart

Light years of reverence
99 flavors of forever
Hold thy brother in arms

Detour ahead----
Over the rainbow realm

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