Short Revamping Poems
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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
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
Swayed I am by your sound taste
Amongst a sea of recluses
Against the hands of time we race
To stifle ignorance with nooses
Oh, how you stroke my rib cage
Laughter shaping countless voids
Revamping happiness for the age
Before they gambled ertswhile ploys
A heap of debris I'd be
Swept by carcinogenic draughts
Without you assured I'd seethe
A damn not given be it daft
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.
The end of the world is near
According to Harold Camping
But his dire calculations
Constantly need revamping
I believe that the bible says
We won't know the day or the hour
So who does he think he is
And where does he get his power
Me - I'd rather not know
Just let it be a surprize
And anyway I won't believe it
Till I see it with my own eyes
mdailey 5/28/11
Inspired by Dr. Mehta's poem Acocalypse II
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