Short Reconstructed Poems
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brown bear hibernates
snowpack seals the cavity
dark corroded space
tooth's face reconstructed
filling a vacuous hole
October 9, 2012
Night after night war darkens our screens
Women and children’s cries and screams
Truth enters our living rooms, or so it seems
~ History projects a wider beam
Come back and I'll offer you my
destroyed castle...
reconstructed...
Come back you'll have one
unmade bed...
A table that little
feed... but you will have
hungry love,
of a lover,
survivor... !
Broken Heart
Placed in a bowl of tears
reconstructed
Love exchanged for fears
Healed Heart
Returned to her chest
stongly beating
Joy now expressed
Loving Heart
Joyful tears in the bowl
Another Heart
Will soon be made whole
Reborn --
Restored
Refreshed
Renewed
Rejuvenated
Revived
Reawakened
Rekindled
Regenerated
Remade
Revitalized
Reshaped
Reconstructed
Redesigned
Refashioned
Re-upped
Redeveloped
Reclaimed
Rehabilitated
Redone
Rewired
Refined
Reinvigorated --
Re-created!
Beyond the gates,
Where the old bakery stood,
Was a memory of cold hands and
The saving glittering gems of the jelly doughnut.
Then late for practice and asthmatic from suicides.
My mother's voice calling in the wind.
When is it all reconstructed the right way?
Under what gray moon do things flutter with meaning
As deep as our bones?
I am perplexed and overwhelmed
I glanced at the barren scarlet horizon
While sinking my toes into the ground
Oasis luscious green grass
I can hear them in my brain and feel their arrival
This can now be reconstructed using DNA
We then stored the secret code
What should we rebuild?
Written: November 22, 2022
Social construction needs to be deconstructed.
So reconstruction can be reconstructed upon a
firm foundation for building.
By adding hardened truths, to support the basis
of building.
Requiring the elimination of porous falsehoods that
weaken the frame of designed capacity.
Thus strengthening the architectural blueprint for
structured living.
Dermal atrophy abated
Crows and creases toxified
Final look not contemplated
Alien just like you died
Flowers never reconstructed
Perfect beauty quickly fades
Aging process you obstructed
Mirror damaged thought invades
No way to see yourself again
Face frozen stare distorted
Looking back the joker grins
A novel look turned horrid
June 24, 2019
The fabric of love woven,
And wrapped ...
Torn to shreds.
Thread by thread emotions;
Spill words tumble cascade,
- in my breathless orgasmic;
Grasping ...
The essence wrenched out of beauty ...
- it's substance rendered futile,
Unwillingly reconstructed,
Reworked unrecognisable.
Crevass screaming ...
Companion to loss ...
Hope, burning,
Burnt, burned.
Ashes scattered smudge grey;
Rainbow's departure.
Mrs. Snow-Woman and her twin babies, Ho and Boo.
Lived together until they were a hundred and twenty-two.
Not during the summer months, of course, my dear
Reconstructed fancier and freshly snowed each and every year.
Where Papa Snowman is anyone’s guess.
We never knew his whereabouts, I must confess.
Rumors flew around every decade or so.
Our ancestors stuck to the three, constructing them out of snow.
SORRY
(ETCETERA ETCETERA)
In my world a word of genuine emotion,
today in this battlefield for far right,
far left and all those in between,
a word reconstructed,
for those wrong doers caught,
and only when they are,
a buzz word for a last chance grovel,
for a population conditioned to except the insincerity
and false tears that evaporate as quickly,
as one’s memory of their misdemeanour.
© Harry J Horsman 2022
OF US AND DISMANTLED JUSTICE
Equality smashed!
Slammed down by the new,
Unjust sledgehammering laws:
Scales of justice ripped away
And thrown in the junkyard:-
Time to reconstruct:
It’s human nature’s springtime;
Let’s rebuild justice:-
Yes, it’s reconstruction time,
Let’s get to rebuilding:-
With divine guidance,
Let us tear down injustice
With tools of repair:
True justice reconstructed;
Thus, making this country great:-
inspiring them one at a time
I phone my students
checking their feelings
the parents barely want to hand over the phone
needing a friendly voice themselves
so I try to uplift them too
school is not cancelled,
it is being reconstructed
I assure them it will work out
even when I have my own doubts
I tamp them down and bring
enthusiasm and encouragement to the fray
lifting them up one at a time
listening to their fears
soothing them the way others have soothed me