Short Reshaped Poems
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Strong heart grains as gild
shone hope on her dream draped palace.
In time cracks reshaped grains
into hapless dream gratis gravestones.
old women still have dreams
so they lie restlessly
in soft single beds
away from mirrors
that fracture their expectations;
they turn towards walls
where cracks can be smoothed
with shaking fingers
and shadows can be reshaped
into ageless promise...
I was a blemished;
Made of skin;
I was mudded by my sins;
Yet He my God refined me remoted me cleanse me from my sin;
Misshapened He reshaped me;
All over again I'm refined;
Now I am a new pot of clay;
7/12/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
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!
I'm watching you age
into wiser smiles, measured steps.
(Your lines look beautiful)
Gravity of life reshaped
our foolish expenses of energy
(Oh, the hurrying we did together)
wasted vanity of emotions.
I love our becoming...
more vast of vivid moments
(Our expanding normal bits)
gnarled with experiences.
Whittling away another hour,
thoughts recycled into knife blades,
Forgive them, they but whittle you,
they shape the figure that sits and carves.
The shavings fall, the hour grows thin.
and when the work is done,
there will be no knife,
no reshaped figure,
only a hand -
whittling and writing.
On two feet adorned with five inches of pointed toes
Fatima oozes elegant seduction from crown to her base
Necked with gold jewels she strides along ankle braced
Proud back leaning forward her hips lead to reshaped bosom
When stylish stilletos falter she falls flat on her delicate face
05th June 2018
A rooted backyard rock,
blooms
in the morning sunlight.
All night
it has been time travelling
through the history of the earth,
now it is flowering,
for the light has reshaped it
into stillness once more.
For an unfurling moment
we both cast no shadow
upon this spiraling eon,
as we orbit a sun
together.
In a perpetual state of curiosity,
I am the lover—the amator,
consumed by the pursuit,
never arriving as the station's master.
Reshaped by the objects of affection—
endlessly revealing itself
with fresh eyes.
To be possessed by a god.
I am the midwife of ideas,
so come sit with me
and be courted every day.
Enthralled appalled eye-crawl;
I was in pieces broken and torn,
balls of sorted pieces scorn and worn;
now gathered reshaped and formed,
refreshed rebirth flying high whole I am I've risen,
From a caterpillar crawl to a butterfly flown;
12/26/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
If I could go back, I’d return to the quiet moment I told myself I have time.
I’d kill that thought entirely,
remind myself that now is the youngest I will ever be.
That lie has sat on my chest like a dumbbell for years—
too heavy to lift, too late to drop—
and all I can do now is push through the weight
of the mistake that reshaped me.
When you bloom in my garden,
My wounds will be given wings,
Colorful dotted wings,
They will be reshaped into butterflies!
When you twinkle at my sky,
Pains will hide in the forest of clouds
Smooth feathers of rain
kiss the roots of my soul!
When you sit on my shore,
The waves will dance,
Rush to touch the petals of your feet.
A cool breeze will hug me silently.
A lump of clay upon God's wheel,
Twas such a simple start.
The gentlest of hands I could feel,
As He reshaped my heart.
If wrong things I may do or say,
Discard me he does not.
Like an earthly potter and his clay,
God uses what He's got.
A perfect vessel when he is done,
Nothing fancy yet you see.
But with God I must be number one,
For He still works on me.
Of late I feel like a sandbar,
in the proverbial river of life.
Pushed and pulled by the flow,
reshaped by friction and strife.
No real place I feel at home.
Not really anchored , yet not adrift.
No adornment and no beauty,
Get close and you'll find I've got grit.
Somtimes I rise above life to stand,
catching some folks unaware.
I'm usually just below the surface,
over run by life and dispair.
You think I'm looking out the window
While I view my own reflection
Staring at this distorted image
Without your eyes detection
I'm looking, at this person
Who I no longer know
I was stronger once
Where did that person go?
You took him from me
Left this Zombie behind
You have reshaped me
To this person I find
I turn from the window
I have seen enough
The view would've been better
My life reflected is too tough
if bombs fall on a
far off place can CNN
make us feel the pain
woman lies about
her color do we color
her in black and white
man massacres nine
innocent souls yet some care
more about burnt flag
Charley Cotton blames
the dead for dying because
they didn't want to kill
a flag flies above
intolerance lives below
hate lives between them
emancipation
reshaped a nation don't fly
stars and bars no more
And be transformed into a caterpillar's dream,
Shedding old skins for wings of vibrant hue.
Emerge from chrysalis, a golden beam,
A phoenix rising, born again anew.
Like clay reshaped by a potter's gentle hand,
Or ore refined in life's hot crucible.
A seed that breaks its shell to understand
The sky's expanse, once deemed impossible.
And be transformed into a prism-catching light,
Revealing colors hidden from our sight.
Annus 2025 is now history
A year that reshaped planet earth like no other
The new year is here
Rise and embrace it with vigour
Lord this is the year that you have made
You know how it began
You also know how it will end
Our divine compass lead us every step of the way.
No one can rise above his confession
It shall be well with us in the new year
Let us arise and key into God’s divine agenda
For He is our road map
BE MY ESCAPE
touch my life and make it
real
steal my heart that I may
feel
taste my world with clear
ideal
conundrums
revealed
rescue me from dark dire
place
replace feelings lost in
space
restore in me scents of
grace
conundrums
displaced
follow my reflected
lights
into dark and scary
nights
restore peaceful dreamy
flights
conundrums
invite
be my escape
reshaped
be my escape
lace draped
© Kim van Breda
Ah, poetry
The last vestige
Of its vestige
Fragments
Of a shattered love
Broken
By the demands
Of beauty
Showing its age
Metaphor
Lost in its meaning
Metered fences
Challenging the wanderer
Corralling the herd
Nuances lost
In the unplowed fields
A dandelion shunned
For lack of compliance.
Oh, poets,
Would we be led
To worship
At the slaughterhouse
Of free thought
Reshaped words
Rekindled passion
Or stand as one
Alone
Undaunted
Group
Of forever’s rebels