Short Remold Poems
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of a marriage away.
They were the ones
that I don’t understand.
I hope to remold this
column of mishappen thoughts
into a strong, yet misshapen
haiku.
Truth as we see it
Is not as we’d choose it.
The true say “so be it,”
The truthless refuse it.
Life as we want it
Is not as we hold it.
The lifeless still haunt it,
The living remold it.
Posture heart beating
Even though it’s evil,
God can remold, soften –
and pour into it
To each His own
I am not my own
Even my life is on loan
2/28/29
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Days pass aloof to all hearts reap,
strays memories we wish to keep.
Ploys of time constantly remold
joys that we wish to ever hold.
While eyes close to deeply reflect,
vile time spies flashbacks to infect.
Should time leave my recall intact -
could be my joy would first react!
Face spectacle
daunting optical illusion
Parallel mind heart intrusion
Whom are we to judge
Vessel filled with sludge
Temporarily soul devoid of joy
Father remold me fill my void
Upon renewing me mercy grace set me free
8/4/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
I come before you
Unloved
I come before you
A sinner
Oh, Lord Father God
Reach deep down in me(in us)
To cleanse me (us) up
Our dirty hearts
Filthy mouths
Oh, Lord God
Remold me
Reshape me
Renew me
a sinner one I come before you Lord
Complete me
I come before you make me over
8/11/21
Written words by James Edward Lee
The passions
that divided us
when we were young
Bring us back
together
when old
The bias
the malice
the pain and the hurt
The years
in their wisdom
remold
What once
seemed important
and drove us apart
Transformed
like a westerly
wind
To finish
our days
attached at the hip
Umbilically
joined
— from within
(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)
how is a heart broke
how can it be broken-up
when is heart open
when trust is lost loss
a love is never broken
if you allow God
to hold remold it
He's kisses the breath of life
mends the wounded heart
so now no longer
no longer broken you have
you have mended heart
3/7/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2022
They had to chisel away at his heart
It was harden stone as granite
God had to fix him up
break him and remold his love
Latter man isn't faithful
As a man he's ungrateful
Humanity has fallen
Now it's Jesus name we're callin...
Mercy, Lord God help us please
my sins have brought me down to my knees
6/3/2
2 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2022©
Thick clouds of unanswered questions
eclipse the clear light thought to be seen.
Bewildered by election commentary again,
our ears quit as media opine.
Hearers' lack of response yields understanding,
'twas a vacant struggle just to be heard.
Hardened clay won't remold without action.
Such a war of words ends with mere tolerance.
January 8, 2011, revised and posted May 11, 2024
Remember you were told
To always remain bold
While walking the Path of Gold;
To not let self be down rolled
But the Yellowish Thing hold…
Gold mere blacksmiths would remold
And by simple jewelers controlled.
So, never before Gold
Accept that you’re old
Nor shiver like The Cold
Nor like Autumnal Leaves fold
A just alerted cuckold!
To have a boat poled
To a good length
From no glittering Gold
Comes the strength.
This desert of descent
the devil pay the rent
I've focused on the lost,
the murdered by intent!
The angels score embossed
the sacrifice repent,
while candles for the proving
should justify the meant?
As ages old, trusts merit
rely on goodness told,
the need for change doth limit
the leadership of scold!
Cry on, some ruthless landing
will emphasize, remold,
it's still the same demanding,
the sacrifice called bold!
It should not often be Gold
That man should be glad to hold:
Lots more before they are old,
Over them happy palms fold:
Their wives battling with cold
Plus kids that love stories told,
Which stories would life remold
Many of them Divine Scold…
It should not be just for Gold
That man might choose to be bold:
A sinner should be cajoled,
Woman who’s made her man cuckold…
I have a sound idea sold
And for you some ball rolled…