Best Transformational Poems
Onyx
dark silicate,
descendant of agate
echoes inspired by nighttime sky;
a calming focus of the deepest void,
spiritual transformation
awakening the soul,
translucent black
onyx.
Black hole
transmigration,
transformational sight,
the never ending seeing eye
vision of Tetragrammaton essence;
majesty of heaven’s splendor
enlightened souls will fly
darkness alight,
black hole.
I was beyond bereft!
With very little money, sure, we had a small place.
But no cash nor tree nor presents nor food were to
be.
I cried a lot, so did my daughter.
I prayed very hard for some kind of answer.
Then I recalled "Operation Blessing"!
They wanted a complete list of what I needed.
It was long indeed, including a tree, a turkey, food
for an empty pantry,and toys for my daughter.
They told me to trust God and stop my crying.
It was a relief for me to know I was trying.
There was no plethora of jobs, then, as there are now.
Nor were lowest income earners having an 8% increase
hidden by the media mogul cows
And we were in a recession, then.
"Operation Blessing" came to our humble place.
I had been truly blessed by God's holy grace.
First they brought in a six foot,live, fully decorated tree!
In my daughter's eyes, I saw such happiness and glee!
The turkey was a Tom, hence more than generous.
All the trimmings, too. Plus other foods to fill my barren
kitchen cabinets.
Toys came next, plentiful,all beautifully wrapped.
My hopelessness disappeared knowing the world is so
generous and way far from crass.
Many organizations are doing good this season,
After all there is a reason!
People are cooking for the homeless all day across this
wonderful nation. Shelters are open.
Groups are cleaning up tent cities!!
Oh, no! Forbidden for you to know.
The painting of rich crushing the poor,
Is the center of the political boors.
Do what we can in money or in person!
Christmas is about His love, His birth.
Share your time and care and love with those who may
have less.
I learned that Christmas, to be humble and stop complaining!
To do for others, to tithe, to contribute.
To be grateful for what little I had.
And to ask when I needed help.
There are seniors living in nursing homes, go visit them,
their relatives won't!
How about badly wounded veterans, who lost limbs for you?
Can you spare them an hour or two?
Make this Christmas not about you.
It's a transformational experience,
I promise you!
December 10, 2019
Anyone can write…
and drown in their self-delusions;
from persons into personifications
lists of passions, glorify self's illusions;
down those lists,
most veiled by incomprehension
one's passion is most often expressed
as the byproduct,
of misconstrued personal emotions;
therefore, in these briefs that follow
rest some seeds for those
whose mental fields lay perpetually fallow…
Xenocrates, his gods being unity and duality
i.e. episteme, aisthesis, and doxa
are lost to US,
by rue of epistemonike aisthesis;
Mersenne's numbers,
to Eratosthenes' sieve
Erd?os' factorization,
and Archimedes' constant conceived;
Holy vowels expressions!
Great Gobs of Goose shite, please!
release US from this context,
relieve this tumultuous tease;
probe Bertrand's Postulate,
exposing your thinking's
prime numbers seized;
however shallow, and wordless
your tongue tied thoughts do concede…
so many things are above me,
so many more lay beneath
my scratching, itching, and twitching
these are reminders of my simpleton's grief…
in this fiat before me
on these issues held, and in my beliefs
that my mind is much more
than the street corner tavern's
proverbial hat rack…
now that's a relief!
What is it within US?
that sullen darkness and introversion hides
those snide daily reminders
the eclipse of the sun
and or a debutante's swoon
a cheap parlour tricks wonder
or that pin-striped baboon's face
we each express as we howl at the moon…
Excuse me this meandering
but, it is my gut busting chortle
you now so surely conceive
that this little snippet from our dear William
does so help you believe
that we all live this one time
so as ourselves, do profoundly achieve
what your inquisitive conscience
exposes as your life's
most constant semibreve…
['Think of this life; but, for my single self,
I had as lief not be as live to be
In awe, of such a thing, as I myself.']
in conclusion of
this bit of confusion
do infuse this allusion
as your daily transfusion
of the smack of illusion
and the sole, blithe, transformational revolution
now necessary for your mindset's
ever changing and ongoing mental de-evolution.
Words forming stories on my mind-canvas…
The written words, letters drawn upon a page are, power;
a force to be celebrated and dreaded.
The images of the artist;
words paint profound stories within paintings.
Communication illustrated to teach;
from these seeds we all grow.
Words sketched with pen and brush can move mountains, change a life or heal;
the Cadillac of tools for those who see and
know how to utilize them in any situation.
They are universally, multilingual.
Words initiate communication,
interaction is vital to the survival of all species.
Symbols, images, a glance or gesture are
all forms of word-art; cosmic graffiti.
Words bond and obliterate,
evoke emotion and soothe the soul.
Words are invaluable allies and formidable enemies;
both the life-of-the-party and a safe place to hide.
Memoirs, adventures, challenges,
hopes and dreams are all shared by words.
Stories and tales experienced by
writer and reader alike.
The ultimate superheroes
enabling their creators with the power to
change the world or an entire universe.
These inter-dimensional characters
tumble from pen and brush to the page.
When read out loud or spoken they serve as
transformational powers.
This trans-formative cosmic dust,
a sacred gift used by rich and poor, alike.
Uniform cuneiform's, precious petro glyphs and
hybrid hieroglyphs
paint eons of growth and wisdom.
The human condition at-a-glance,
making a vibrantly painted record of life.
4-11-2021
ALL YOURS (APR11) Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
Peace flowing deeply across my mind
with penetrating emotions, collecting
thoughts filled with satisfying impressions
of my last truest feeling down my trail
of distant land memories
Slumbering, desires bring forth, a message
that calms the savage beast, while in the
mist of attention, appears a liquefied substance
that controls perfectly to the fullest
a liberal desire of oneness.
Once before consequences were damaging
to minds matter and alertness, notes were
taken to continue on with life long methods
of awakening the subconscious without
a thought.
Today! Awareness does all the work, approving to
this appealing world, with knowledge and understanding
the equal rights of man, with no permission, to
take over life, just mind control connecting a new
generation to another power of control, enlightening
forces, to take over an imaginary existence of
unconscious matter.
A wonderment of experimental methods, share all
living entities the point of a never ending
death as we know it in a gratified galaxy not
known to flesh and blood species of our eternal
universe.
Taken souls, are transferred to plants of life's under
world and attentive achievements of interdenominational
souls to live altogether united in peace and perfected
properties of truth and untouchable domains of
knowledgeable transformational spears.
Hence: we travel toward a new world of depth
and dimensional knowledge, to achieve a more
perfect civilization.
By Derena
© 2018 Derena (All rights reserved)
A Letter To The Debtor
To those I've hurt and all I've wronged,
I never before accepted where I belonged.
I could apologize but I'm not sure that even matters now.
Maybe those who hear this will realize that I'm truly sincere
and will find it in their heart to forgive me somehow.
Like anyone does,
I needed a place to start
to begin a transformational change of heart.
I can say with absolute certainty,
I will never again be who I was.
For the unforgiving in nature,
that will likely never be enough.
Well, I'm not standing here for you to challenge me.
I don't need to prove to you what you've demanded to see
or that I'm tough.
Sit back in my shoes and think as much.
You'll start to see as such.
You've mocked me once.
You've mocked me twice.
You look both ways and try to play nice.
You smile and wave
but I've seen how each of you behave.
You say you care and that you understand,
but you stab me with the other hand.
It's nice to discover all you really had planned.
I forgive but I don't forget.
That doesn't mean I hold a grudge.
However, you are not who I answer to
and you are absolutely not my judge.
Haven't you heard?
I stick to my word.
What you see is what you do.
I learned that from watching you.
It doesn't take a scientist to decide
where to place my honor and where to place my fist.
The citizens of the four corners of this earth
don't seem to value their worth.
It's a trend you can't hind and a culture you can't pretend.
Just look at it from the inside.
Smile for a while with your arms open wide.
It's a slippery slope to learn which way to slide.
Two directions will often collide when the rite of passage is denied.
Hold your head up high and hold on to your pride.
Let dignity be your guide.
Don't push an open mind and heart aside.
I cried when I nearly met death as it died.
A new way of life quite literally implied.
You're truly alive if you know where you'll arrive.
It's a message well worth received to the deserving who have already believed.
Here is one final word to those who have truly heard:
Conceive, believe, and you will entirely achieve.
Poetry: A Mythic Bird,?
Flying over diverse landscapes,
?Catching clues, cryptic signs,?
Messages from mysterious places,
?Beings, our starry ancestors,?
Mirror-earthly poets here,?
Resonating in rainbow hues,
?Refining, surrendering, creating,?
Poetic cosmic web, symbolic net,
?Casting visions into an infinite ocean,?
Or into invisible etheric spaces,
Nature’s precious garden too,
Poets cultivating sweet melodies,
Elemental sprites in gleeful abandon,
Wind songs, sun dances,
Rays streaming, love enchanted,
Praying sparks may flare, ignite,?
Sparkle in twilight zones,?
Candles flickering in darkened caves,?
Poetry, gifted from angels,?
And other Celestial friends,?
Reminding, that we are passing by,?
Earthbound, but also Cosmic wanderers,?
Evolving into universal light-bringers,?
Shedding outworn garments of limited identity,?
Celebrating spiritual maturity long earned,
?Learning sublime, transformational language,
?Words that resound in open hearts,
Oh you wondrous mythic bird,
Poetry!
Remember great climatic transitions,
memories etched in regenerating systemic syntax,
DNA coded,
but also RNA's much older eco-equivalent health scripture
through God of Time's bilaterally balancing norms,
organic love incarnating
and sacred life outcarnating,
full-polycultural
crown/root systemic health.
Each plant and sludge cell,
eco-therapeutic consumers and producers
of ecologically balancing air,
some seasons warm and more productive
of nutritional outcomes,
other seasons for cold,
with dualdark past meets future
tipping poignant decomposing health and therapy events
composting fertile transitional rebirthing issues
and transformational death opportunities
to consider warmer,
more pregnant days
and nights,
less consumptive of last year's eco-embryonic promise,
like sucking oil out Earth's AnthroSupremacist
privileged monotheistic
nationalistic
narcissistic,
LeftBrain verbally dominant,
codependent Me v They
win/lose 0-sum ableism.
ReConnecting great climatic health v. pathology transitions
through bicameral lens (0)-centric DNA/RNA
Double-fractal
8 to the double-boundaries
of great spectral circles
revolving historic trauma/therapy re-memory
spirals of Time's ReGenerating Health
for springing ReNewing Global Wealth
and falling failing
unknowing
decontextualized
dissonant localized despair
Win/lose oppression
suppression
depression
negative impression
Re/De-Genesis/Exodus
Promised Love
of Her Win/Win Muse Story
and NoPromise Absence
of Win/Lose AnthroSage-dominant
dissonant WarLord
monotheistic SunGod
unenlightened disempowering
misogynistic
unecological unhealthy
un-coempathic lack
of secularized
LeftBrain verbally dominant
SWM clerically privileged
West v East as xx v xy
DNA v RNA
patriarchal v matriarchal-linear scripted
monotheistic v polytheistic
oral trauma v therapy-informed
history.
it only takes a tiny thing
to rock the immobile heart
to cleanse dusty corners
that keep us all apart
creatures crawling
in the night
blood lust coaxing
clouded sight
calling us from lethargy
into transformational heights
the smallest of angel’s
creatures
endowed with so much might
who feeds upon whom
when blood is drawn away
a space
for breeze to flow
beneath the bed
of another day
in search for the
invisible
everything is seen
dust balls
hairclips
detritus of decapitated
dreams
cities of neglect
full of ancient
insect schemes
cluttered intentions
careless artwork
depicting aborted scenes
withered memories
that have long forgotten
where they’ve been
it often takes
no thought at all
to change
an unsure life
just a broom
some cleaning fluid
and the swipe
of a loving wipe
Words forming stories on my mind-canvas…
The written words, letters drawn upon a page are, power;
a force to be celebrated and dreaded.
The images of the artist;
words paint profound stories within paintings.
Communication illustrated to teach;
from these seeds we all grow.
Words sketched with pen and brush can move mountains, change a life or heal; the Cadillac of tools for those who see and
know how to utilize them in any situation.
They are universally, multilingual.
Words initiate communication,
interaction is vital to the survival of all species.
Symbols, images, a glance or gesture are
all forms of word-art; cosmic graffiti.
Words bond and obliterate,
evoke emotion and soothe the soul.
Words are invaluable allies and formidable enemies;
both the life-of-the-party and a safe place to hide.
Memoirs, adventures, challenges,
hopes and dreams are all shared by words.
Stories and tales experienced by
writer and reader alike.
The ultimate superheroes
enabling their creators with the power to
change the world or an entire universe.
These inter-dimensional characters
tumble from pen and brush to the page.
When read out loud or spoken they serve as
transformational powers.
This transformative cosmic dust,
a sacred gift used by rich and poor, alike.
Uniform cuneiforms, precious petro glyphs and
hybrid hieroglyphs paint eons of growth and wisdom.
The human condition at-a-glance,
making a vibrantly painted record of life.
5-4-2021
FINAL 2021 N-A Choice 3 Poetry Contest
William Kekaula
though thine wife gladly
(and long time ago)
verily swept passed
her final child bearing year
this house broken husband
genuinely hankers to father
(yes sire re:to set sea men
"NOT FAKE," nor NONGMO
free and reduced)
and longingly participate
in parenthood again
donning baby proof couture wear
analogous (as aye imagine dragons
fire breathing worth tolerating),
those who fervently veer
yearning to undergo
sex reassignment surgery (SRS)
with unintentional surgeon's delicate tear
aye thru thoroughly anesthetized flesh,
(especially genitals under going
transformational substantial removal
via said - bravely bite ting the bullet -
sharp pinching shear)
contemplating, formulating, issuing
personal specifications to cutting crew
validating, testifying recapping re: questing
genitals do not reappear
since significant surgery purport, some hetero
sexual person might coon sitter *****
yet no doubt a homosexual
and/or lesbian would ap pear
to understand completely if he/she
didst unwittingly accidentally overhear
confidential conversation,
yet warmly reassured the speaker,
they did not intend to get near
enough to glean enough information
that said transexual could reduce wardrobe
with women and/or menswear
and this once distraught,
distressed, and distributed
without willingness unfairly
fated to live stemmed,
undoubtedly wrought from sexual misalignment,
would post surgery
hover off the ground and modestly
swagger off into the sunset
(this scenario projection strictly of mine)
anyway he/she could map out in one direction
destiny describing,
an upswinging trajectory linear
once future freed where gender now nsync
???????
with physical gonadal accouterment
unconcerned if urge arises
to swivel derriere with flare.
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The Assembly fills
with naturally optimistic,
yet kinda predative, ego-voiced ecologists
ready to discontinously
self-righteously prey
on hopelessly reactionary rightwing antifeminists,
To pray for successful zealous warrior missions
against an evangelical BadFaith shared Rapture
toward EarthDeath
monocultural
monochromatic
anthro-supremacist
degenerative
Capital-headed lose ecologically
lose theological monomially potent
chaotic entropic demise
Of any further win/lose anthrocentric risks
outweighing win/win climatic opportunities
to avoid total EarthSystemic collapse
for all remaining organically empowered
enlightened sacred Life potential.
This ReVisioning Power
also Light Assembling Voice
already regeneratively replete ChangeChoices
with spiritually experienced theological ecologists
continuously
contiguously praying EarthMother pro-activists
with green
multipartisan
health vocational wealth
of multicultural GoldenRule
endorsements
New, yet old, win/win Great Transformational Deals
feeding cooperatively owned and managed
polycultural
multi-generational adventures
in universal gospel compassion powers
with, and not against, shared interfaith compassions,
secular contrasts,
sacred comparisons,
Both Left/Upper hemispheres of Truth
and Right/Lower holistic Beauty
circling
triangulating Power is Light appositions
dipolar co-arising,
and not so much bipolarizing
partisan non-co-gravitations
Reactions only looking back
against unredeemed win/lose
Business As Patriarchal Colonizing Usual
financial bottom-feeder lines
against Earth's Great Bounty
of enlightened
for co-empowering
eco/theo-logical green sung
as well as everyday danced
liturgical compassion.
Drifting dark clouds race to blanket the sun
Not a bird nor insect or creature in sight
Momentarily stillness…
Tree branches brace
As silence overcomes the debris engulfed winds
Lightning supplying the only inkling of light
A sudden rumble breaks the anticipation of what’s to come
Rain begins to mist
Wind gust enhances
Clouds vigorously churn
Thunder crackles intensify
Downpour surges, drenching all in its path
Bombarding the atmosphere through
Whimsical sounds of natural chaos
Reluctantly unnoticed, the transformational
Beauty of the thunderstorm
Rapturousness wrought Unitarian
transformational spiritual rapport
traversing thru space/time
continuum appending increasing
chronological orbitz as an Earthling,
frivolously did cavort,
who (with ever more energy)
required exhaustively to sport
fretfully clinging to each moment
after downing a quart of port
poured by Norwegian bachelor
farmers of Lake Woebegone amort
admirable administrators in
conjunction with last rites opport,
who knit tee necessitates
intercession of a Holy Vintner import
tint so ill fated mortal, (who met
their demise) gets special escort
delivered with utmost diligence as
if destined to Mar-Lago resort
accompanied with trumpeting
"NON FAKE" grim reaper cohort,
the grateful dead black hooded
bone a fied scythe swinging bro
cracking gallows humor comport
to perk spirits of deceased, a
generic, nondescript, uber fort
tuff hide will never need a passport
after coursing into the afterlife
way beyond the outer limits of fort
hit who'd, yup even light years from
twilight zone, this dimension in short
to require an eternity to reach,
hence body stiffened by rigor mortis
securely strapped into davenport
essentially a coffin tricked out by Norte
American latest technological gizmos,
an eclectic assortment recycled, reimagined,
repurposed, paraphernalia to Voldemort,
thus one cold body helping contribute to MAGA!
Life is a playfield of energies;
Some positives, some negatives,
which create innumerable synergies.
Life is quite a drama;
on some days leaves you playful & gay,
sometimes showers a melancholy way.
Life can be tricky, sometimes intense,
ruminate decisions, making sense?
The path is long, one needn’t traverse alone,
Reach out, a helping hand in horizon awaits.
A willing mind, beating heart & of course my smile,
A nudge from di,
& I was ready to tee.
Apprehensions galore, self-doubt to the core,
me an Enigma, stepped in to explore!
Nine days so I was told,
Why 9, I now implore … why 9 I now implore…
Clarity, solace what I seeked,
Transformational energies so I desired,
Peach, calm what I wanted,
Change, positivity I envisaged.
Synthesis, a process experienced,
thy not a chapter, a way of life sure.
Synchronicity an event experienced,
aligning self with universe desired?
Deities, divinity were words scant,
meaning, barriers broken & mend.
Invocation a realization…
Ganesha gave a tingle,
Vishnu ji a pain
Kali ma left me alone
Garuda & Rudra made gains.
Man is a slave of habits,
Let the soul empowering remain.
Spread words, spread blessings,
let the Magic continue,
& so I believe…