Reshaping Poems

The gate opens inward

Ghostly fear forms, a dark gossamer web,
caged my consciousness once cradled by bliss
but try as I might, my pain did not ebb,
hurtling me down a bottomless abyss.

Feeling grief-stricken, situation grave,
my weary, groaning soul godforsaken,
searched for heaven’s gate, so that God may save
me from dark despair that left mind shaken.

Trauma bonding with fear no more, I paused,
shifting to heart, pushing open love’s gate,
engulfed in bliss mists, pure intent had caused,
breath by breath reshaping my earth life fate.

Walking the path of light, God-search I start ~
He dwells in the cave of my glowing heart

The Spell of Clouds

Look at the clouds in the sky above
Puffy, vaporous, fluffy stuff,
Ephemeral, illusionary, ever-changing
A moving mass, reshaping before our eyes.
Billowing blotches spreading like
ink on blotting paper, soaking in,
imbibing a recall of inward reflections
that perspective can change sides, 
change viewpoints in time and space 
near and far, old and new, 
up and down, side to side, 
rocking to and fro,
for the spell of clouds lies
in their illusions, 
on which we dwell.

Dawn of the Inner Soul

In this arid tang of human sea, I’m quite desperate to find my smell, since I was never alone in my whole life and I could never capture a quieter darker corner of mine to unveil the gasket of mind and perceive it. On the contrary, I am behind others always as much as they are behind me and eventually there is never a personal space for me to reconsider myself and my needs. Once the reflection of the inner cave arose in me, I was closing to the second half of my heavenly life and was thoroughly enthralled by the way it goes, but suddenly I became desperate to find the golden lock of my cave to wander alone and be blissfully myself. 

Rising splendid sun 
In my inner darker cave, 
Reshaping of soul

Love's Supernova

When our worlds collide,
it’s as if the cosmos bows in reverence.
Your touch—a comet streaking across my skin,
awakening stars long dormant within.

Butterflies take flight,
their wings brushing every corner of my soul,
while nerves, electric and alive,
hum your name in euphoric symphony.

Your fingertips write love letters on my body,
each caress a stanza of devotion.
With every sigh, every whispered plea,
I find myself unraveling,
only to be remade by your tender hands.

Making love with you
is the birth of a supernova—
a brilliant, fiery explosion of passion,
scattering stardust across our entwined hearts.
From the ashes of that blaze,
new constellations emerge,
charting maps of a future
where we are eternal.

You are my home,
my safe harbor in a storm of uncertainties.
With you, I am whole,
wrapped in the warmth of your embrace,
rooted in the certainty of your love.

And as we move together,
the universe bends,
reshaping itself to honor us—
two souls, one fire,
burning brightly against infinity.

How becoming

A dormant bud bursts into flower.
A seed bursts its coat, to germinate.
The sun breaks through clouds, to dawn a new day
A caterpillar pupates, to emerge as a butterfly, beautiful.
Metamorphosis is so engaging, 
reshaping and transforming,
what we are, to what we can be, 
to what we can become,
It's so becoming!

golden hour

thoughts soar
by the shore of contemplation 
into oceans of ‘somedays’ 
forever stretching in motion
capturing the majesty of
my exquisite insanity
enraptured within a sun kissed sea
where hope has arisen
above volcanic mountainous mists  
impervious
in its glorious golden light  
glowing on symphonic waves
reshaping a mirage of memories
flowing as tides of strength 
 
each fear, each barrier resides 
broken and vanquished
tears within that soar 
to the farthest horizon
of my inward self
then fall 
into the arms of promise
delivering the mysteries 
of the heart’s hope
I am lifted 
to the vanishing point

The Whispers Of Autumn

As summer ebbs, the silent whispers start-
for, by late August, changes will begin.
The Autumn vibe is felt in every heart
as shorter days and cooler nights sneak in.

These whispers speak of brilliance in the trees,
as crisper air replaces humid haze;
the flowers fade, for orchards soon will seize
new glory that replaces Summer's phase.

Oh yes, these Autumn whispers gently flow
reshaping scenes that follow Summer's sway,
to loudly claim new views of burnished glow,
and offer life to us another way.

When Autumn whispers shout- “Welcome To Fall,”
we will accept old Summer's curtain call.

WHITE on WHITE ultimate MINIMALISM

white
 a sensation of floating
 suspended
    in
an emblematic
essence
of infinity

distilled down
 transcending
   the conventional

a pure form
  an absence
of colour
  as a timeless presence
perfectly aligned
 questioning
    reshaping
the undertones
    of enigma
with
an interplay of shades
meditative,
 therapeutic
as
 a whisper
in the
  maze
     of imagination

Wabi-sabi

Shattered I, in countless pieces,
	Abandoned in the wake of that which me befell.
	Dust settles, and I retrieve the debris of who I was,
	Not knowing yet what I will become.
Broken me…but can be mended
	Fragments mine, in time, reshaping,
	Finding form and beauty in the chaos –
	A murmuration of those shards that were, are, and will be me.
Of destruction myself reborn,
	Ever to be fractured and remade,
	Never static nor complete…
	For even in death, I will be changed.

Believe it or not

Imagine a fine conduit looping form,
over front and back, splitting us in two,
within which bliss currents, both cool and warm,
in time stretched silence, pulsations renew.

This show of delight, by day and by night,
fixates our fickle attention within,
God’s grace gifting us the boon of clear sight,
even as bliss beats prance on our skin.

Poised at heaven’s gate, in stillness sedate,
essence of presence inhales love’s incense,
reshaping fate, as nodes within gyrate,
effusing joyously our effulgence.

Truth eternal is stranger than fiction,
of rapture borne by benign bliss friction.

Mid-October Scenery

For the mid-October contest of Andrea Dietrich
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dipping amber leaves
Earth spray-paint mid-October
crisp breeze, vibrant hues ...
reshaping insight whispered,
quaintness awakened for fall

Kismet

Knowing fate is ordained 
Knit then thoughts mindfully 
Kneading, reshaping soul 
Kindness as our motto
Kick starting a new life
Knocking on our heart’s door
Kingdom of God’s within

Heartly Natters-

Hartley matters heart just beating arms empty holding no one heart matters face Saturn parts yearning tears flowing fall falling to the ground watering the shattered seed Humanities smashes heart does it matter beating life's blood thinking for love muscles pumping fluids blood where is the love heart matters just greedy just wants to be loved heart matters energized circumcised cut reshaping loves not X excited yet brightened no longer excited heart beating love is gone fleeting never flourished never grew no longer excited heart speeding loves gone never came just wishful dreaming not reciprocal hardly matters

1/21/23
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2o23

Justina For Beauty Queen

Is that not High School Justina:
The Elder Sister of Tina?
So, why us she is getting leaner,?
Praying and fasting like Lena?
Or modeling like Martina:
Body reshaping to turn winner?
Now the craving of A Pageant
Wanting to life make pleasant...

So, she's dumping scholarship
For on - stage applause and worship?
God, help Day - Dreaming Justina
And not count her Rebel sinner...

Empty Your Bucket

We have been reshaping -
brush strokes of vision on a pristine canvas.

This place is an art class for eyes that have yet to see;
an overlay of paint needs washing away.

Whatever is made visible becomes a virtual reality.
Hell is a full bucket spilling over.

The moon will shine as blue and green as the earth
when we have eyes to see it so.

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