Best Transfiguring Poems

“Die Another Day”


“Your mission, should you so deem it,
Is to infiltrate ALL Fluff Clusters in K.A.O.S. Headquarters
And bloody well steam it!”


“The Place is a hazardous mess of a trap
Over run with Double Agents, ulterior motives
Amorous Nuns-on-the-Run drooling ardent dreams 
of swimming naked
in buckets of Blood...

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Alone and weary ...
   she dangled toes o'er the mountain ledge -
 the late-October night was clear
and bitter cold, yet as still as death ...
 rare were such even-tides
   when not a breath of keen altitude
     ...

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"Wolves"



Pulchritude is not a beautiful word.

Dark can be beautiful
when walking with wolves
hearing their stories
sad songs of love lost 
soft they begin 
and then hungry
for the essential missing elemental,
they can be heard harshly calling, 
after a while smooth and enticing,
for something to 
satisfy the burning hunger...

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...inspired by 'Portrait of a Lady' by T.S. Eliot


On winter days the view outside is nebulous at best,
within, the furniture is as it alway was, and I am waiting,
waiting for a glimpse of you to silence my equivocating.
Somber is my attitude, the light is dim,...

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it feels foolish
these rain prayers
deeply pondered
stranded in our shared heat
is there some unimaginable space
                          where prayers drift to?
free from time,...

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"The Messenger"

Love is rich with 
venom and honey. 

there was a female ...

snake, 
it watched 
with green-eyed 
avarice, covetting
a dove’s nest

the dove, 
was white as snow, 
not young, getting on,
tiny flecks of grey

the dove 
alone, kept guard
in a transitional nest
over her precious one,
who slumbered
in a...

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This is my modern English translation of Paul Valéry's poem “Le cimetière marin” (“The graveyard by the sea”). Valéry was buried in the seaside cemetery evoked in his best-known poem. From the vantage of the cemetery, the tombs seemed to “support” a sea-ceiling dotted with...

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“Some Other Poet, White Iris”

When I look in the mirror what do I see?
I question existential questions and fiction, 
my eyes are the eyes of another staring back at me,
perceived through the glassy tear film that separates us
glides another life in a timeless place where...

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The Wedding Ceremony of the Dead, Part One, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Les Noces de la Mort by T. Wignesan

Orgy of stone !
I drank hate in your inferior parts
And bathed during a wild summer our green sepulchres
O ! death
and my animal mouth became distorted
on those...

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“Tessellate” 

on the surface
it’s easy to see
we tessellate

inadvertent 
decorative ostentatious
flirtatious lives taking risks 

with the other sides
planned strategic functional 
quantity rich quality lacking

Human

our words our ways
opposites 
like magnets attract, it all fits 

we think it doesn’t, yet
from the beginning of time 
it has been like...

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...inspired by 'Portrait Of A Lady' by T.S. Eliot


On winter days the view outside is nebulous at best,
within, the furniture is as it always was, and I am waiting,
waiting for a glimpse of you to silence my equivocating.
Somber is my attitude, the light is dim,...

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"Distant" 

When winter came
it came fast 
cold as a witch's t*t

unwelcome and 
unwanted, 
we hesitate 

to move 
any further within 
the forest's interior

alarmed at how 
swift the transfiguring
of a season, begins

we think, 
now that in itself,
a dangerous thing, 

what course 
of journey, this? 
looking upwards...

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Call me what you may

Call me what you may, A dog, a scavenger 
Or even the dirty pig, but that is way too far
From transfiguring my appearance, call me
What you may even the worst pun but ado 
Comes on and change my affectionate deed

Call me...

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BEYOND

i am so helpless
beauty i cannot describe
drives to very soul

haunted day and night
music so transfiguring
spreads a love all round

conscious illumined
in arms of brightest angels
i will fear no more
…………………………………….

On hearing/seeing Wauldtraut Meier sing Isolde’s Liebestod (love-death) from Tristan und Isolde...

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This is the day that flattened the city:
  shock wave, clothes burnt off;
“This is what they have done, tell everyone.”
Radiation penetrating into sickness
     > sterility.
That was the day when all was laid waste.

This is the day they stood up on...

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