"remodelled" poems
Right in the of the blossom of life,
The shock of life crept in.
Oh! That which I feared the most,
has visited me.
I was like the flower set for blossom in the spring,
Yet eaten up by the pest of the field.
Falling down and down,
Just like walking on slippery slanting slope,
I looked my left and right, not even a glimpse of hope.
I was like a ******* with four legs, yet i couldn't walk.
I was drowning in the bottomless sea of obscurity.
Why? Why?
I cried aloud.
Oh LORD, help me!
Of what good is an Eagle without wings.
Then it dawned on me, that "everything in this life is perishable".
Great kingdoms fall in the blink of an eye;
but one thing is imperishable- God's love.
He guided me, like a lamp unto my path,
From the bottomless sea of hopelessness.
He held my hands,
And step by step,
He comforted, remodelled and rebuilt me in line with His prototype- Jesus Christ.
My wings are growing!
This time, stronger than ever;
Faster than ever;
So powerful than ever- indestructible!
And beautiful than ever.
I'm ready to fly.
Behold, not even the tornado nor the hurricane can sway me in it's direction.
Mr Gravity has bowed down to me!
Oh yes! I've beaten the Escape velocity.
I'M FREE @LAST ......Kenu Oshare
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Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 3:37 AM UTC
Love and compassion needs to be remodelled
From time to time
As hatred is not yet dated
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 12:55 PM UTC
Lodge Street
where we'd go and meet Nana on Sunday
after the Methodist prayers.
an old mill workers terraced house,
outside privvy and inside
the steepest stairs
a slice of real Victoriana back in the sixties
and we kids were just pixies back then
torn down as
they remodelled
the old town
new they say is the way to go
the old sign's still there
you just have to know
where to look.
Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 4:32 PM UTC
You demanded my everything.
I gave myself in pieces.
Bit by bit, you collected me.
You fixed me up like a puzzle.
I was thrown away.
Now I'm picking up the pieces
with struggle.
Slowly hoping to be remodelled.
Gluing all creases with glitters,
Hoping to hide the scars layer by layer.
I put a smile,
To make it appear prettier.
But deep inside
I'm as damage as a broken mirror.
Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 2:13 PM UTC