Best Transformed Poems
One summer in a garden at midnight,
I chanced upon an angel standing where
the moon made a mosaic with its light.
He must have come from heaven; oh how fair
his alabaster skin and eyes of blue!
The guardian of my heart he might be.
How wrong I was! For that which would ensue
was nothing like what he had promised me.
At first his eyes were azure skies until
the dark clouds came; my angel man transformed.
The windows to his soul gave me a chill.
His mind was twisted like a maze. There stormed
inside his body a chimera soul,
for wickedness had swallowed him up whole.
Written February 14, 2016
for the Chimera World Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron
my heart needs your light
chase away the darkness --- taste
my love . . . hold me tight
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David Meade
12-16-2014
Live Generously
How Does the Soul Enter Heaven?
no gates, walls, fences
by holy light’s measures transformed
home again
creativity itself
gives, receives all
borne home again
emphryeal serenade
draws longing souls
home again where God reigns
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Empty Chrysalis
Beauty transformed takes to flight
A Monarch is born
Sin
Selfish, Hateful
Avoiding, Denying, Disliking
Worker, Teacher, Politician, Artist
Listening, Singing, Rejoicing
Heavenly, Redeeming
Love
Born in valley's mountainous range
Wandered near rivers sparkling clear
Knelt in havens carved in forests
Escaped to dwell at ocean's shore
Enticed to follow budding dreams
And there, while chasing butterflies
A parched and barren desert bloomed
KA 07/24/13 Revised
“Is 'Mathematics...not only [a] Truth,
but [a] supreme beauty—a beauty cold
and austere, like that of sculpture [uncouth
to men for whom this concept is too bold],
without appeal to any part of our weaker nature,
without the gorgeous trappings of painting
or music, yet [is still more] sublimely pure,
and capable of a stern [un-feinting]
perfection such as only the greatest art
can show?'” So, thus geometrized Euclid
(to Russell's youthful mind and fervent heart),
and taught,—by a draped, stone caryatid
at the Library of Alexandria;
from whence “The Elements” spread without lemma!
popular rebel
meets preacher's demure daughter --
opposites attract
love blossoms
rebel is transformed --
her dying wish
12/29/11 For Andrea's Senryu a Movie Scene contest.
The hurtful smile
A life lived in denial...
Pressures exerted from the outside.
Life dealt him the hind-side...
The emotion of fear -
a peaceful, yet regretful tear...
Rolling, rumbling, glistening...
his face is resting...
The hurtful smile
relieved for a while...
A lonely gull cries from within the gloom
Of ghostly dawn, where the grey mist gathers.
Except for this, the silence of the tomb
Suffuses life itself : worst of weathers.
The cold, bone-numbing fog pervading all
Now leeches light and colour from the vale,
Reduces beech trees that were proud and tall
To shallow silhouettes so vague and pale.
A feint light glimmering from across the hills
Expands in brightness. Then the sun appears
In cloudy porthole; through the grey it spills
Upon the grateful fields. All nature hears
The call of Spring; the rising sap, the skylark sings
With mystic charm that breathes new life in mortal things.
Crystal clear stream
As if in a dream
Listening to its flow
Slowly awaken from her daydream
Drenched and invigorated
Way beyond what she anticipated
Hopeful even during adversity
Her faith has germinated
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Contest : A 1 to 8 Poem
5th place
Hetching towards the season of goodwill
Horse chestnut's roasting on an open grill
Where nights draw in before the children reach home
And the vision of crystalized frost on a backyard lawn
Hats and scarfs are the order of the day
And the sub zero temperatures causes dismay
But the tranquil retreat of a log burning stove
Warms the cockels of a man that craves his aboard
Slumped in the armchair with hot beverage in hand
I gaze through the window feeling ever so grand
But my thoughts move swiftly towards the homeless on the streets
Who during this time will be desperate for sheets
So as the landscape transforms on its journey to winter
I can see a little robin red breast perched by my window
The wildlife works frantically as the leaves hit the ground
And the north swirlling wind makes a sound thats profound
Be thankful for this time for its pleasing on the eye
Where green turns to brown and the grey coated sky
And the Salvation Army break out in angelic chorus
As i ponder over christmas gifts and buying that theasurus!
“Transformed by The Cross”
By Ren R. Royal
As I look up to the cross, what do I see?
Do I see just a cross, or Christ who died for me?
The true meaning of the cross is not just something during lent,
The meaning is a way of life, not just mere intent.
As I look up to the cross, I see a love beyond splendor,
A debt far beyond all my heart could render,
Priceless beyond worth, Immeasurable beyond words,
As God’s grace spreads wide open as salvation unfurls.
As I look up the cross, my heart is not only changed,
The interior design of my heart is also rearranged,
My heart is transformed to a whole new beginning,
To a love that lasts forever, a love that knows no ending.
As I look up to the cross, I see not doom or gloom,
I see in people everywhere God’s love in full bloom,
The cross is not a time in which our souls should grieve,
But in our lifelong testimony, live out what we believe.
As I look up to the cross, transformed by God’s grace,
I see a love beyond all love, I see God’s glorious face,
As I look up to the cross, transformed by God’s mercy,
I see a love beyond all time, the greatest love in history.
Author Note. Entry in Raul Moreno's "Morning Ambiance" Contest
water turns to glass
majestic is its shadow
transformed by God's hand
Oh just one look
From His tear filled eyes
Reflecting like mirrored
Oceans and skies
They reached into my heart
I felt quiet ashamed
There was no where to hide
This lowly heart from His eyes
His amazing love flowed in
Like a river divine
He willingly covered –
When I surrendered my heart
He took all of my sin
His love has cleansed me
Transformed me- within
I am now brand new-
My heart can’t help but sing
My Praises to Him
He IS my Wonderful Savior
He took all my strife
For it was He – who gave me
His Wonderful Life
©? Brenda V Northeast 13th January 2012