Best Transfuse Poems
So many people complain when they lose
To gain better rankings, judges they schmooze
And if they don’t place, their egos are bruised
They even use blogs simply to recuse
To some extent, these attacks may amuse
But their true intent is to light a fuse
Comments from favor seekers surely ooze
Superlatives they always overuse
They don’t know how to give honest reviews
“Luv” is a word they quite often misuse
Seeking to have their poems perused
But tell them the truth and they’ll sing the blues
It’s a game of getting comments and views
If you don’t play, they will transfuse
Words of anger from an inadequate muse
Categories:
transfuse, satire,
Form:
Rhyme
World of wonder and grace Blues
Ocean’s foam green hues a silent love in a canoe
Nature’s blooms transfuse as we lie embraced
Dreams continues to rendezvous in our hearts subdued
Eyes Azul melting look in the moonlit night pearl
Relinquished of its frail cloudy veil
Faraway the fawning celestial sky
Unafraid of unblinking space
Love surrenders to the wonderful un-erased world
1/5/2016
Poetry Contest: Wonderful-Acrostic
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Categories:
transfuse, love, sky, world,
Form:
Acrostic
Inspiration is stymied by these walls
Deeper into a depression she falls
All she needs to do is go outside
And on a unicorn she will glide
The splendor below is God’s great gift
And it feels so free to be adrift
Meadow flowers shine in rainbow hues
A lazy dog is taking a snooze
Emerald forests make her smile
Something she hasn’t done for a while
Puffy clouds above release her muse
Imagination does transfuse
The “no vacancy” sign is gone
God’s gifts give impetus to write on
*For Diane Christian’s “Inspiration” contest
Categories:
transfuse, nature, on writing and
Form:
Rhyme
Mother earth...once young and vibrant,
poured life into all her children
with each new earth beat.
Now lays weakened...like a child across her mother's chest.
The universe cries out...her tears shed as falling stars,
as she cradles the earth to her bosom.
The cancer of indifference spreads,
as the battle rages on between those who would transfuse her
and those who would steal her last drop of life's essence.
She gasps as even her life's breath is polluted.
Her water's which were once sparkling and pure,
now course through her river veins...
infusing her with poison,
which now seeps into the very heart of her.
Will help come in time?
P.R.Deremer
Categories:
transfuse, environment, nature, pollution, universe,
Form:
It’s not because I talk to myself –
no, that’s not why I talk to everyone else;
I talk for the human connection
that needs constant amplification.
Friends or strangers - matters not,
a little kindness helps a lot.
Humanity is all the worlds got
and, like me, all struggle with the plot.
A little kindness never hurts
and I am not an unfeeling sort.
We are all our Father’s perfect works
meant to give love our best escort.
I try to leave each moment better honed
for those I meet that feel all alone.
By putting sunshine in our tones
we can witness moods better sown.
To people I meet who are abused
I’ll use kindness to stir an improve
or listen to hurts that so confuse.
Kindhearted acts can love transfuse.
For the struggles of the poor,
I give to help them endure.
We must never turn away
from all kindness can procure.
When we meet someone disabled,
we must not give them a label.
I am part of Special Olympics
that all keep self-value stable.
I need help when I sit with broken bits,
a fall, or sad’s call, but I know I’m part of all.
I can’t keep my heart shy when by and by,
there but for the Grace of God … go I.
... CayCay Jennings
December 7, 2018
Categories:
transfuse, blessing, caregiving, giving, hope,
Form:
Rhyme
Which mortal soul cannot comprehend
The Deliciousness of bodily paradise
Moisture filled, blood of melodious incarnation
Passional insinuations, not state of grace
Mouth savour distaste an ashamed assumption
Transfuse her fire, absorbed in ravines
Faithful souls, captivity relinquished
Split fruit pours forth; judgemental devotion
Torments unheard, Possession, Desire
Beauty and love; Transparent Impotence
Smouldering a true Illuminated repentance
Points of sin against the embroidered sky
Representing restrained conscientiousness
Chasing the night; Barren pleasures
Cleansing the day; Purest soul soars
Cloud of thoughts; Whites of innocence
Suffers sin for pleasure; Attend to thee
Up; Ravished vaulted space; Faith; Eternity
Awaiting, their next disgrace!
Categories:
transfuse, bereavement, destiny, devotion, faith,
Form:
Elegy
Once again I find myself at the whim of these storms.
From peak to valley, to peak again.
I’m spent.
They take my energy, my focus & desires. Turn them on their head, then shatter them to pieces as though they were never whole. The torment of this story is unyielding and I wonder with breath baited, if the climax will result in a happy ending or a journey in an endless maze, lost forever.
Fighting tears of hopelessness while mustering courage continues to be the most fragile of processes, one where the demands of life weigh untenable.
I’m spent.
However, because I can’t, won’t give up, I swallow these emotions forcing them to the bowels of my soul.
In hopes, the higher me can absolve the defeated nature of my cells, to inspire the vibration of me with life again.
To transfuse my mind and heart to move, to beat anyway.
In the face of my shadow, my demons, my pain, to heal my wounds, and align me with the light again.
I relent.
Categories:
transfuse, angst, beautiful, black african
Form:
Free verse
Live streaming my dark plasma
Through the veins of inhumanity
Life coursing like hot magma
A ball and chain enslaves my sanity
I scream myself into a coma
Silenced like a shattered screen
A hourglass in flaming Roma
The sands of time transfuse the scene
Live streaming my dark plasma
Through the veils of poverty
Love is mocked like a stigma
Bleeding hearts seek diversity
I stream myself in full colour
Blind to my painted black face
Struggling to fit into a white collar
Rejected from here to no place
My cloud's the belly of a great white
I drown in his acid rain creation
At the sight of his crushing double-bite
For I'm just a drop in the ocean
The pale face of a thousand generations
A million dislikes we unconsciously seek
A history channel of uncensored discrimination
My dark plasma has no life left to soak
Categories:
transfuse, discrimination, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
Staying away to give a way
For the best future to sway
Not only as an individual
But also as a group in social.
No more any routine acts
Not in the quantum of reacts
Nothing to ponder into for fact
But surely to have unique in fact
We grow to become shorter
We develop to become wanderer
We live and die in this process
But in within we have wiseness
Having physical rest in quality
Psychological test in tranquility
To infuse new lease of energy
To transfuse strength in synergy
Categories:
transfuse, holiday,
Form:
Tail-rhyme
clover me crimson
lover of ebony hue;
transfuse my blues
with caramel and myrrh;
brush the ear of my fantasies
with thy feathery tongue
until it's numb with pleasure,
tingling like the strings
on a violin in overtone
and goosebumps litter my skin
from nappy head
to happy toe
as we sky to heavenly highs
basking in the blissful throes
of love...
~ P
Categories:
transfuse, love, passion
Form:
Free verse
Pepper wasn’t
a Me Too kind of girl
She was an I One type
Her spirit blood wasn’t universal,
it didn’t transfuse well
with chauvinistic males
Pepper would spray the verbal hell bells,
if a fella’s testosterone pride
started to swell
Being kicked into a higher double octave range,
will make a sorry drake soul sing
Make ‘em feel the angry queen bee sting
Pepper wasn’t raised to be
a Me Too kind of girl
No ma’am,
she had an I One type single mama
Don’t touch my jewel,
her mama said to the suitor men
who were eyeing moving in
I spying her daughter
on a cracked bedroom door
pretext pretend,
would get ‘em the maternal broomstick end
Upside the head skull cracking
Like mother, like daughter —
Pepper could fight
Getting caught vulnerable
in the clutches with her,
could leave you walking eunuch for life
Pepper could spray the knuckle hell bells,
if an alpha fool misogynist ego
started to swell
She’d teach you to treat a woman with respect,
or mister dog you’re going to jail: hurt and limp,
with an in-between the legs tail
If Pepper ever say Me Too to you, brother ...
then you better know that you
have a best friend that’s a soul tight lover
Categories:
transfuse, identity, perspective, society, women,
Form:
Epic
Music is my bliss, happy, alone in my room
I hear the drumbeat, boom boom boom
Hours go by, slip away, one, two, five
Lyrics speak to me, deep, I’m so alive
Hip hop, jazz, rhythm and blues
Music unto me transfuse
The music lives in me, magnificent, sublime
I just want to jump, dance, move in time
Categories:
transfuse, music,
Form:
Rhyme
The scriptures bemuse,
their teachings confuse,
for we
grasp not offered clues
and so win or lose,
we see
that we may so choose
love without excuse,
to be.
Tied to our mind tree,
how can we be free
unless
head and heart agree
to frolic in glee,
undress,
flowing thus carefree,
in a fun filed spree;
no stress.
If we would progress,
fears we must address,
defuse,
that bliss makes ingress
and God may soul bless,
transfuse
His grace to access
cause of soul’s duress,
to cruise.
04-April-2023
Virelai
Categories:
transfuse, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
Tales many, O pearl, about your formation have I heard,
Some unbelievable, some doubtable, all luring, yet,
In their cautiousness, your soul, the oysters lovingly gird,
As a child in a mother's womb merrily you get set...!
It is true, for months, within your mother's womb you did starve,
Your birth, to the world of lakes, and oceans, is a delight,
Master craftsmen, as other gems, need not cut you or carve,
Midst precious gems, yet, in the global peddle, you shine bright...!
Crowns of kings and queens and gods and goddesses you adorn,
Profound purity of foam-like gold-whiteness in you ooze;
As though the cosmos and the constellations are reborn,
Dust of the sun and the moon and the stars, in you, transfuse...!
None can renounce their enchantment to you, which is boundless,
Your existence, yet, like pure divine presence, is soundless...!!!
Categories:
transfuse, beautiful, nature,
Form:
Sonnet
Like many comrades and councilors of Moon Knight,
Daredevil, Matt Murdock, was in fight and might, bright;
Reservoir of Herculean power and strength,
He could lift thousands of pounds and punch any length...!
Gymnast! Acrobat! Olympic muscle tissues!
He could suffuse or transfuse perilous issues.
Power, born of self-will experimentation,
Fused in him mercurial mobilization...!
Rat or cat or elephant like sharp hearing sense,
Owls and eagles like radar vision effulgence;
Enabled him antidate his environs clear,
And respond and combat with vehemence severe...!
Lion-like he could fight Captain America
Superman, another puissance replica;
Moon Knight and Daredevil, though, fought a tough battle,
Merged to collaborate with warm tittle-tattle...!!!
31 October 2022
Moon Knight Friend or Foe Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Categories:
transfuse, hero,
Form:
Rhyme