Thrown into this box of distinct pieces,
I could cover myself up with them once.
Their image simply relaxed into a fit.
That sharp edge accented a reliable fit
ensuring the uniqueness of the pieces.
Every distinction was frowned upon once.
Change has found me more than once,
regularly revamping me with a custom fit.
A new board can’t hold worn down pieces.
The pieces of who I once was don’t fit.
We venture right to the path in which we heavily rely,
we see the distant life and cant find a reason why.
To whats becomes, what we did may never dare to repeat,
the same as we cry softly making it our life as we retreat.
There is hope, there is life, there is pain,
There is also memories, which we cant explain.
Life has taught us strictly all that vision are not clear,
and one by one the worries slowly start to reappear.
I do not forgive but feel sympathetic, for those who tried today,
to kill and devour my motivations and my thoughts on display.
My heart is here, guarded almost too well,
trying to be free but I simply can not tell.
My mind is settling for what is, that never will I see.
I feel refreshed, but quite disturbed for whom i came to see.
Did i picture myself so motivated to learn and love and grow,
or am I living precautionary until the end of this here show?
Picture this, snapshot that stayed,
Confusion and self esteem revamping all thats made.
Once I reset then we shall pick and choose,
the We that we create will somewhow once come true
With the season’s cyclic turn
summer’s blinding brilliance gives way
to soft fading light and duskiness
clouds move swiftly across the blue sky
fleeting past the drowsing sun.
Leaves rustle gently in cool breeze.
nature’s palette is ready with new hues.
green color gives way to multi shades.
Maples stand proud flaunting their leaves,
of red, yellow, gold and ochre.
Acorns hang like earrings from needle pines.
flowers that blossomed under warmth and light,
are fast fading out and withering away.
it is amazing how nature carries out,
its revamping with each changing season!
Though golden moments are lost in time’s passing
let us gladly embrace the seasons of our life.
in each phase, a truth before us is unveiled.
let us relish the wisdom and quietude
autumn and the sunset years bring.
PLANT
pops up
slight statured
like child from earth's womb
staunch and fights against odds
swears the charge of revamping
"icon for unyielding spirit"
PLACED: 1 st
Image: 3
Pyramids Poetry Contest
Verse poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Syllable count: HS
Date: 10-06-2022
She is the child molester killer
Enters dysfunctional homes
Makes fast work of it
Takes her victims to her lair
To redeem and revitalize
They have been hurt too
Revamping the children’s memories
so they no longer relive or remember the abuse
Cleaning up the world one molester at a time
During my pleasant and leisurely morning strolls
Gaze at the enthralling golden shower clusters.
Like to laze near that tree, eulogizing its elegance,
And reckoning how exult was it for its flamboyance.
One awful day a sudden strong gust blew
Making all the glorious and jutting clusters overthrew
I was deeply anguished as it lost its accolade,
Downhearted and stopped going by the promenade
But to my astonishment, within a short span
It was proliferated and got back its erstwhile vision.
When I was gaping at with admiration and shock,
A whisper came, “Pal, I have gained my glory back.”
I have realised no pleasures and pains remain forever
Revamping is the philosophy of wonderful Nature.
STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (17)
any form, any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Date: 04/08/2020
Place: Honorable Mention
Summer storm’s rampage
Disfigured the brilliant foliage
Making the green lush disruptive,
That was once attractive.
The most pleasant and serene site,
Mutated in to poor and ugly sight
Despite all the worst,
Standing mightily amidst,
Stanchion and stern,
Like a champion.
A tough one, straight
And crocodile –barked,
The replica of unyielding spirit,
Taking charge of revamping Nature’s bright.
STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (6),any form, any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Date: 07/07/2020
place : Honorable Mention
When I try adjusting with situation..
Time is displeasing.
When I attempt being on my own..
People are disagreeing.
When I wish to be near my loved ones..
Circumstances are pushing us to distance.
When I pray to forget baneful incidents..
Memories are un aiding.
When I seek complete relaxation..
Unfinished tasks keeps me slogging.
When I desire revamping my mind..
Inputs are non viable.
When I aim for peaceful life..
Dilemmas encroach me.
When I yearned for liberty ..
Domination incarcerated me.
Time keeps flying in the air..
Cannot be tethered..!!
10-6-2020
Note1:Time Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
Placed as Honorable Mention in the Contest.
Note2:BRIAN'S SELECT C,any form,any theme
Sponsored by Brian Strand
vile vibed violin
pruning punctured pelvics
damped veins scrunching
tossing tactic traces
kleptomaniac kinky crunches
vesting voluptuous voices
silly strength spent
spilled seals etched
rustic reels rent
callous crest cupped
lanky lousy lust
revamping coda rust
balletic bounty bod
assumed caboodle Corpse.
19:11:17:14:53
reviving rusts revamping
frolic feigning feasts
damped desires drooping
mystic mists moaning
puked passion plying
tactic tier tucking
sour scrunched smoothened
pleasant parks heightened
dark dances darkened
fiery flames simpering
mocking mystic mists
towering; twigs twisting
archaic aura blending
brooding base bleeding.
19:11:15:10:25
When will you retire?
How many more years?
What are you waiting for?
They sing it like a song, and it is hilarious to me!
Who is saying it?
Bored retirees.
Do they want me to entertain them?
I am just getting started, folks. Every day, is a new day for me.
I am an artist, a poet, a cartoonist, and other things.
Things I do not realize yet, because I have not done it all yet.
But I am doing it all one day at a time.
Retire? Are they crazy?
I am just getting started. Reinventing myself,
Revamping my job, and replenishing others
Every single day. Life is great!
Written 9-14-2019
Poetry Contest: I'm Just Getting Started
Sponsor: John Hamilton
A gang of hooligans
marched down to the north
Through the sandy field
Thier horses wore no hoofs
They fed from our beautiful plantations
And loaded thier sacks with seeds
They drank from our secret springs
And trampled on our gardens
They tampered with our women
And took away their dignity
They burnt our tongues with whips
And bath our homes with flames
But its a painful melancholy that
That the vulture’s hands are closed
And its smile is getting broader
As they walk through the northern reliefs,
Savoring the gentle breeze and sweet melody of the birds
Smoking and revamping their strength
All fingers on the trigger, plotting and boosting their speed
But their saddles are exasperated
As their horses wear no hoofs
They can’t go any further
Than to stand on our secret groove
And be swallowed by the wrath of the earth
It's a spiritual awakening
Religious bonds are breaking
God's working on a new design.
And yet you see me shaking
My inner self is quaking
These ideas are not mine.
My life is revamping
Jesus is stamping
His mark on my soul.
My attitude's changing
Thoughts rearranging
I'm being made whole.
All the degradation
Brought on by dep'ration
Can stay in the past.
My love for my Saviour
In full Christian flavour
He found me at last.
Feb 24/18
D H Loewen
he-art
she-art
who is an liar
push me to the side
watch me deny her
copy-cats parroting
my brutality
segregated
merit
ing
but me
an
purse
he-art me
in your purse
as your pink button gets sewn into
an
nurse
you are painted so pretty he said to me
staring at my breasts and panting
he made it hard to breathe
all his love he was
revamping
he looks
he looks
he looked again
my lips glossed
as he reads
my hips
are
tossed
for he
worded me
nakedly
this he did
an
does
with one fingertip
he makes me slip
breaking my heart
when
he
recites
he-art
?
...
..
.
Hitting rock bottom
Time to turn it around
Screw them
We are all death bound
Cherish every free moment
Keep your head up
Through this time of adjustment
In the face of the corrupt
Break out of the mold you created
Time for revamping
Control how you're elated
To the Past you must stop grasping
Open your mind
Pass no judgment
Then you will find
Abridgment
Pooling of fabrication
Part of deception and deceit
Hear their indignation
Struggle when you sleep
Must overcome the hardships
Pick up from the start
No time to worship
Drifting apart
Put up or shut up
No more talking
As the future develops
Dead you are walking
Now is the time
Feel the love
Reaction's enzyme
RISE ABOVE
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