Short Repairing Poems
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A lonely lady who was despairing
Was in need of some urgent repairing
So since she was alone
Plus no man on the phone
A bottle of wine made a good pairing
Rolie Polie Olie rolled ‘round the room,
Repairing rickety robots with a boom.
With Zowie zipping,
And screws slipping,
The ruckus rattled the rosy red vacuum!
home
comfortable, secure
loving, sharing, growing
anxiety, demands, cleaning, repairing
cooking, shopping, banking
expensive, exhausting
work
An ignorant duck breeder with a moat
Put off repairing his dingy to float
And he doesn’t yet know
Getting his ducks in a row
Means more than getting his ducks in a row-boat
Tears running down my face
You were a big waste
Of time.
Crying not sleeping
All I been doing
Is weeping
Not eating not caring
'Bout anything except
Repairing
What we had.
Form:
Do you ever act on impulse and regret it later
It's a common affliction among humans on life's elevator
Leads to a nasty result
A result not too adult
Requires much time and effort repairing your tater
Pride,
self-will
versing God's,
judging others,
double mindedness;
cracked porcelain vessels
appearing unmendable.
Repairing flaws with gold (His grace),
fills broken places while adding strength,
more beautiful for having been broken.
Repairing herself from
a long string of distrust.
Opening her soul
to new beginnings with no disgust.
Done wondering, time for me.
Anyone gets in my way
I'll toss you in the sea.
Steel body
Soft heart
It never turned cold
A miracle of a start.
Peace is not being the superior beast
It is not about ending wars
It about helping those with least
And repairing the old scars.
Peace is not about being strong
Or say you got to live my way
It’s being able to say I was wrong
And living in total harmony
ORCHID DREAM
Edward Clay
Jan 1991
Black Orchid at night silently screams
at the approaching day.
The spider hearing this cry pauses
In repairing its web.
While a caterpillar counting its feet
Marches away to its next meal.
My soul dreaming dark dreams
hears the orchids cry.
Love is needed here,
Souls need mending,
Hearts need repairing,
And I need support.
Love is needed here,
For I call for passion of
a gentle kind,
So bring your love here,
A tender kiss is needed,
And soft arms to hold
are called upon.
So come here,
Love is needed here.
Form:
Love requires first
Doing our part
Repairing our heart
Happy Earth day
Have your say
I must confess
This warmed my chest
A selfless act
A reason to react
Up from my chair
To help repair
Unity stands
Hand in hand
Ready to remix
A happy fix
Positive change
God knows our names
He is a mechanic
Repairing failed brakes
to help or to worsen
I know not
for many have fallen victims
in his act of mechanikism
the failed brake he repairs
but to second mission it
He wants it second missioned
but the result he reasons not
for life he thinks laughed
The car now bloody
Lost.
So
lost. Lost
right here. Lost
without a guide or
map or path or leader to lead.
I
am
lost. So
left for good.
No one can save me
now. I am beyond repairing.
To
get
back to
the pathway
would be so close to
the impossible that I dare
not attempt to arrive alone. I need help.
Stars tumble from shattered edges
Charter in the sounds of daybreak
The other side of the planet
Leave this river after a few drinks
A man's teary eyes
Aiming for the bright lights of the metropolis
It can be seen in the distance
The crane let out a screech
Repairing the ripped sky
Written: March 21, 2023
The week has gone now you can rest
Mowing the lawn picking up leaves
Painting the house repairing the sink
Fixing a fence or trimming a tree
Sunday is finally here a day of rest
An hour of church singing songs
Then fixing a leaking roof or gutter
Cleaning up the garage from clutter
Then back to work on Monday
Finally, five days of rest
Hear me fight
to free us
from my dark despair depression.
Speak this night
for freedom
from our wrong self-blame impressions.
Hold me tight
to free me
from silent
screaming isolation.
Hug me right
to free me
for love's warm streaming restoration.
Hear us free,
hear us free,
hear us free
to be us
in light's repairing passions.
an old piano
child size
lays in the garbage heap
its body broken
its innards hanging out
on the frame
like the ribs of a skeleton broken into pieces
its ivory keys are separated and cover the ground
its poor, in bad condition and cheap
to many not worth repairing
for most purposes it is dead
only to be remembered by few who knew and loved
Hush,Hush.
The world is gently sleeping
breathing in the fresh air
its repairing, rejuveating.
Recovering from the virus
her temperature still rising.
And life support is still needed
her oxygen deplenished
Yet mother nature is still weeping
in despair at human kind.
Shes looking for a remedy
a cure for all her ailments
and we call it covid19.
Pause a moment and simply inhale,
intake all the lush scenery deeply.
Let your lungs breathe in this beach.
Overdue vacations crave a beach.
Wistful hopefuls wish for an inhale,
manifesting a trip to cherish deeply.
Salty air heals repairing deeply,
it’s the same for me at our beach.
Each memory alive with one inhale.
Inhale deeply, you’re at the beach.
Kintsugi — means “join with gold” — is the Japanese art of repairing broken objects, often ceramic pottery or glass. Traditionally, gold lacquer is used to piece shards together again, creating a more beautiful object through the acts of breaking and repair.
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my shattered heart
fractal art sewed~
smart Kintsugi
Time was lost
forgetting your name
repairing my heart
never the same
I cried and I wept
no peace in my dreams
the pain always found me
a lost cause it would seem
I finally moved on
forgetting the past
no I hear you have feelings
that you've found them at last
your nervous around me
not sure what to say
you're not sure what to tell me
you can't find the right way
It's not going my way and I don't have the tact
To enter repairing negotiations for that I lack
So to get my way I'll invade a near neighbour
To satisfy my ego whilst watching wars labour
But now it appears it's not going as I thought
Their resiliance strong, street fighting sheer
To satisfy my ego whilst watching wars labour
I'll now threaten the world, deterrant Nuclear!
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Kintsukuroi (KInt-soo-gi) is a Japanese art form…it is ancient…very old…it consists of repairing broken pottery with little bits of gold.
The idea is a simple one…innocent at it’s core
Where something that’s been broken can come back more beautiful than before.
It is a wonderful lesson…how something broken can be more beautiful…and new
It’s a lesson, if I’m not mistaken, that applies to people too.
Could I find in the Holy Word,
“I came, I saw, I conquered.”
Did Pompe In Julius Caesar’s time,
Chanted those very words?
Had those repairing led me to
View an intriguing design I altered
Was I then given a “Temple” Tour,
And Like Nebuchadnezzar RETURNED?
Did I form a Buccaneer and Pirate
Group to PLUNDER, taking what was shown?
From then on, did I repeatedly
Come Survey and plundered?