Restructuring Poems | Examples

Occult Whispers

Do you summon new or old
secret places?

Sanctuaries of Hidden Sacred Spaces?

Transforming and restructuring unseen realities, and visions of old or new faces?

To even build bridges to cross contradictions of ego, self and even trauma?

To walk away from low places: linked to old cities like Sodom and Gomorrah?

Using a diverse mixture of letters as a supernatural or mystical quality?

To create and help override everyday experiences of regression or depression? 

Using wisdom, spiritual insight, and intuition?

If so, this occult spell is for just you, to help you win.

"Quasi ventus surgas et vincas omnia peccato coniuncta." (L)

(May you rise like the wind and conquer all things linked to sin)

 (C)
Copyright John Duffy 

Occult: 

A term that was originally used in Latin to designate the hidden or unseen properties of things and that, since the 16th century, has also been used to characterise religious traditions that include belief in unseen forces or that otherwise behave in a secretive or mysterious manner.

Sodom and 
Gomorrah, in this case, reflects any situations linked to corruption and sin.

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You Today and Everyday

The life of pain enters suffering
Molds together righteous gain and restructuring 
Of self love emoting happiness 
The mistakes create foundational lessons
With so many unanswered questions 
What to do with this information 
Needing liberation 
Stay consumed in weakness 
Or to always be tough and fearless 
Knowing what is best
It’s life’s test 
Showing how to prepare for the review 
Process of a redo
Helping others bond together in life’s journey 
Discovering what is really worthy 
You today and everyday!

Waiting For the Thawing of An Afterwards

Ice shrouds over the hunched houses
where blood and flesh huddle and wait.

An ice ravaged 
face rears up from an invisible earth
its fangs blackened by a tooth-aching light,
more flesh piercing incisors
dagger down from the clamped
and sunken roofs.

What wreckage there is, is buried
hidden from sight, but it is not
a clean landscape. Not a landscape at all
but a telltale footprint,
a restructuring of destruction.

What was once seen as a town
is gone. Not forever (drama makes
actors of us all), but we talk now
in a past tense language of 'back then'
and not of any postcard view of tomorrow -
not yet.

Pink Horizons

Oh the whiteness of the light!
Oh the peach and pinkness of the horizon!
Oh the breathlessness and beauty!

I fall upon you 
As if to dive
fearless
into the eternal frothing white

caught up in the glorious arms of the heart tinged horizon 
rocked gently by  ... my boat
Your hands alone
 place stars in my jet sky
You surf me
No matter how wild the winds and waves 

as conductor moves music...a magician of sound
Swirling circles ...creating eddies of air
So you 
Move my darkest estuaries and hidden unspoken
 hopes
 I am symphony 
the sweetest notes escaping my lips
till
 angels with heads touching
smile and gently nod
and God himself gives a little satisfied chuckle
before going back to his work
You moved me as the tidal currents move
 the sands of shore
Restructuring the view till I can no longer recognize
Myself or the Chatham shoreline

Healthy Systems

I think I shall never see
a difference in an organic tree
and a Win/Win communication string
restructuring through annual developmental time,
or an ecopolitical climate healthcare network
observed from outside
sacred health/wealth space.

Perhaps all examples
of a whole metabolic health optimizing system.

And, 
if there be equitable differences
in-between polyphonic and polyvagal sensory systems,
one environmental and the other interior,

Perhaps also integral resemblances
between linear verbally cognized causes
with non-verbal felt effects
predict future co-arising non-surprises

In sometimes ever widening
deep listening
win/win ego/eco-health care
co-arising green cooperative new deal systems

EcoFeminist life multiculturing
nonviolent communication networks
for restorative justice
through polycultural community mediation,

Perhaps calling for analogous skill sets
for analysis
through integral permaculture design
with non-zero zone Whole EarthSystemic
resonant co-empathic therapeutic experiences
on the Right
and resilient cooperative wealth
win/win investment
on our Left

Of one whole metabolic health optimizing 
value system.

Stripped Naked

"Stripped of a physical body,
[individualistic] mind stands naked,
revealed startlingly
for what it has always been;
the architect of our [shared] reality."
Sogyal Rinpoche

Stripped of a spiritual mind,
bodies lie nakedly dis-potentiated,
undominated,
indomitable,
undomesticatable,
de-commodified,
startlingly unveiled
for why we have always evolved here
in regenerative Earth's life-giving environment,

Historically revolved 
and culturally regenerated
through DNA bicameral dynamic reiterating spirals,
bilateral nature/spirit animation,
humane/divine co-inspirations

Unfolding
refolding
prefolding
dipolar co-arising folds
strings
frames
paradigmatic fields

Composing
recomposing
discomposing
disposing
uncomposing
precomposing
this fractal-binomial structure
for systemic ecological restructuring
of each moment's regenerative/degenerative
empowering/disempowering
enlightening/dissociating potential

Ego/Eco-systemic rebecoming,
becoming
unbecoming
precoming,
coming

Autonomously stripped 
atomic synergy, 
embodied longing
within multiculturing waves 
of co-arising integrity,
naked mind belonging

The World Man Created

THE WORLD MAN CREATED

Would there be a change in Heaven
in the stars of the sky
if the world looked for truth
in the integrity of the eye?

What if people took
responsibility for themselves
and started to be bold
instead of staying on the shelves?

Could we save this universe
by restructuring our lives,
by eliminating in this world
our unnatural drives?

We don't need more churches
to go sit in a pew.
If citizens became active
more peace might ensue.

Could we save this world
from destruction in the end
if we planted truth and hope
deep within the hearts of men?

Could we eliminate wars
by learning how to live
and teach how to love
by knowing when to give?

When God does return
to the world man created
will He find our accomplishments
worthy and feel elated?

Or will we be the people 
with their talents in the ground
and when the Lord returned
that was all that He found?

Janet Marie Bingham

Finding Someone Who Cares

As the days go by the emptiness inside grows
fighting invisible demons back into the shadows
I scream for help, shedding tears of sorrow 
hoping I might overcome my burdens tomorrow
fearing as if nobody else really does care
all that's left to do is to say a prayer
to be free from all the pain and suffering
my sinful life in desperate need of restructuring
I must turn my faith and love to the Lord
maybe then my cries will no longer be ignored
receiving the help I so desperately need
mending my heart to no longer bleed
losing this winless fight I've waged within
just wishing for a new walk to begin
please God hold my hand and wend my way
knowing if you are by my side I can face a new day
learning how to live my life without loneliness 
fortifying what at once was a cruel weakness 
I'll overcome my trials and tribulations 
while I may have to face complications
moving forward my soul I devote to you
reassuring there will never be another adieu 
now that I've accepted God, one who truly cares
He will show me the answers to my prayers 



2/7/2020

World Man Created

WORLD MAN CREATED

Would there be a change in Heaven,
in the stars of the sky,
if the world looked for truth
in the integrity of the eye?

What if people took
responsibility for themselves,
and started to be bold
instead of staying on the shelves?

Could we save this universe
by restructuring our lives,
by eliminating in this world
our unnatural drives?

We don't need more churches
to go sit in a pew.
If citizens became active,
more peace might ensue.

Could we save this world
from destruction in the end,
if we planted truth and hope
deep within the hearts of men?

Could we eliminate wars
by learning how to live;
and teach how to love
by knowing when to give?

When God does return
to the world man created,
will He find our accomplishments
worthy and feel elated?

Or will we be the people with
their talents in the ground,
and when the Lord returned
that was all that He found?

Janet Marie Bingham

The Bible and Me

The Bible is God’s Truth* for me in my servant’s function
Redirecting me against vain goals to pursue after heavenly vision
Restructuring me midst shaky stand to fit godly foundation
Refining my faith by the Lord’s strengthening tests and guiding admonition!

The Bible is God’s Oracle for me along my stewardship-faculties
Replenishing me whenever I’m weakened by varied difficulties
Realigning me toward divine sensibilities
Refurbishing my soul thru the supreme Director’s counsels of priorities!

The Bible is God’s Testimony for me with my obedience-consistency
Referring me to the Saviour’s answers to prayers’ earnestness and urgency
Recharging me against coldness by the fire of Gospel message about His mercy
Renewing my courage by the Spirit Who inspires Christian fervency!

The Bible is God’s Covenant for me toward revival-blessing
Reinvigorating me within the bounds of the Master’s standard and cleansing
Reawakening me for submission that His epistles are expressing
Restoring my hope for Christ’s coming on to eternal praising!

*Psalm 33:4 For the word of the LORD is right; and all his works are done in truth.

November 2, 2018

Now I Know

Now I know why I'm an easy target
for a psychopath
I spin the lie into the truth an illusion
of a plot line inside my head
And I've gotten so good at it that this
Is a gift for writing a screenplay
But not when I'm writing out my life
In real life
I've got restructuring to do alright
My friend Heather is right

Damage Done

I'm writing these poems so my children can see
the damage their father has done to me.
Believe me. It's not pretty. Upside down
 and twisted around are how his plot lines
kept me and are still keeping me. I'm hypervigalant.
Not trusting anything wherever I turn. Who's lying? 
Who's telling the truth? It's keeping me spinning.
That's how he kept me in his grip so long. Psychological
warfare from a five star psychopath. I feel like I'm losing my mind.
He'd  call me a freak and why don't you kill yourself
already. Because im and artist and love to write stories
All kinds of horrible things to lose my grip on reality
My friend Heather says hang on your not going crazy
She's been through it. It'll get better. See everything needs
Restructuring. Who would do this to a person just for the
fun in the game of destroying someone's claim on their own
name. 
I'm writing this not to freak anybody out but to let the truth of
this abuse apon me be cut wide open and exposed so then I 
can truly be free.

Who Am I

Holly

Intense feeler,  deep thinker,  sparkling imagination

Loves meaning of words and restructuring them in my mind

Fears creepy things that crawl across my paper

Needs quiet time to reflect and chew on language

Feels intense joy and apprehension dancing with the tune of emotions

Hopes  imaginations bounce everywhere for everyone in our universe

Live in Wisconsin (Heart still in Michigan)

Bohto

Postvictorian Cathedral

All ye who enter here
despairing statues of salted liberty,
merging solidarity with Earth’s poor hunger
to range free falling Victorian bricks
and mal-bourne sticks
to land here with now
with all arrived before you
prepared to grace Earth’s healthy breathing space
and time of BrickWork connecting sacred place,
restructuring minds co-infesting recomposing bodies,
bay to mountain swinging resonant designs
recycling Earth’s health-bourne habitation,
celebration
with all entering good humored here 
with bad tumored now
climates of each day’s great dissonant transition.

LifeWork EcoLogic draws history written by our stars.
BrickWorld Cathedrals incarnate Earth’s green musings
sung by sunlight’s empowering designers
of MultiCultural ReGenesis.

Seek within our lower reaches
to resolve with sensory roots 
reforming crowns
searching hidden ex cathedra gold,
deep beneath not-so-rushing,
lead headed crushing stone.

Conjoin these bricks
of nature’s rich vocation light,
regenerous
religious enbrightenment
to guide our humbled exodus
until we enter here once more
to sing and dance
among Earth’s ReGenerate Cathedrals.

Restructuring the Education System

Cried loud all "innovate or perish" all around the World
Why not the education which gives the greatest mould

Primary , Secondary and Tertiary are the steps to consume our life
This system is age old not have any logic with the time rife

Mature are the minds today before their age
Then why You Educationist let their brain waste  over page

Think twice and RETHINK, REKINDLE the Hope
Education is stepping stone not a joke

Let the death-knell takes its toll on the past
Rest assured, Children will fly high without a mast

So restructure, redesign redefine the system
That makes the life , CARPE DIEM!!!

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