Best Transmogrified Poems
I had an alien for two weeks before I realized how unusual she was.
I wish I could be a mouse in the corner, I had said, and I was.
My alien gave me a cracker, patted me on the head, and reminded me
Once again, how important it is to keep her earth-visit quiet from the masses.
I nibbled on the cracker nervously, wondering how long I would be stuck
Wearing this smelly fur suit, dragging this ugly super long tail?
Praying that Shark, my killer cat was out hunting somewhere else.
Poof! I was back in my normal body.
What other talents do you have? I asked my alien friend.
Not in words because aliens from the two-galaxies-over talk in thoughts.
I am a tripartite, she tele-pathed to me.
What’s that?
Her body immediately transmogrified into three separate, untouching-pieces.
Before I could close my shocked wide-open mouth, she had transmuted back into one complete alien.
Can you disappear? I asked her.
That was the last I ever saw of her.
Some days, however, I feel that she is here, invisible, watching me,
On those days, I wonder if I am going to find
Myself munching on a cracker.
Categories:
transmogrified, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form:
Prose Poetry
If the Lord isn't for me, why do I live?
If the Lord does not bless me, why am I here?
If the Lord isn't for me, why am I here?
If the Lord does not bless me, why do I live?
I know I am a sinner repressed.
I know I am saved through prayer.
On bended knees, I am as a child of God.
As I grew older, I lifted my head up to clouds.
Somehow, my path swayed.
If the Lord does not anoint me, why do I sing?
If I am not blessed via his blood, why do I live?
Nobody knows my troubles better then Lord does.
My life is enshrined because of the omnipotent.
Through a sacred path, I seek the Lord guidance.
Redeemed through his grace, I worship and praise.
If the Lord does not guide me, why do I live?
If the Lord does not supply my needs, why am I here?
I know I am a sinner repressed.
I know I am saved through prayer.
On bended knees, I am as a child.
As I grew older, I hoisted my head up to sky
Somehow, my path swayed but now, my life is saved.
If I am not a crusader for the Lord, why am I here?
If I am not on the battlefield for the Lord, why am I here?
Nobody knows my troubles better then Lord does.
My life is transmogrified because of the omnipotent.
Through a sacred path, I seek the Lord guidance.
Redeemed through his grace, I give the Lord God the highest praise.
To My Redeemer...
If the Lord isn't for me, why do I live?
If the Lord does not bless me, why am I here?
If the Lord isn't for me, why am I here?
If the Lord does not bless me, why do I live?
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Form: Anaphora
Penned on December 13, 2014!
Categories:
transmogrified, baptism, future, happiness, life,
Form:
Verse
Version 1
Broken souls and disillusioned dreams. Broken toys and angels without wings
Weep for the fallen brothers and infants without mothers
Pained tears encompass the empyreal rays. Pompous worlds painted in a destitute haze
Transmogrified in the iron flood. Transmogrified in the spilled blood
Frightened children flee from the impending devouring wails of the banshees
Captured children drown in the seas for the coming spring's garden poppies
Choked whispers, within frozen forgotten tale’s, the phantom spirits lurking behind the veils
The strong beguiled yearn for their thirst, obtaining the hero’s, plagued curse
A solitary cane and an abandoned house assembled upon soot
A dying hearth and a trembling shadow with crushed raspberries underfoot
Greet the honor, greet the madness, beat the dishonor, win the chalice
Defeat the grandest, apparatus, acquire all the treasure's honored status
Version 2
Broken souls and mutilated dreams
Broken toys and angels without wings
Weep for the vanished fallen brothers
And children without hope or mothers
Pained tears encompass the solar rays
A pained world in a destitute haze
Transmogrified, engulfed by the flood
Swept away and drowned in the spilled blood
Panic children flee from shadows
Spoils feed the seas of young willows
Choking whispers, frozen buried tale
The phantom spirits behind the veil
Strong beguiled only yearn for their thirst
Obtaining the hero's plague's cursed
Wooden cane and the house build on soot
Dying hearth and trembling bloody foot
Greet the honor, greet the madness
Beat the dishonor, win the chalice
Defeat the grandest, apparatus
Acquire the treasured honored status
Updated 5/14/2019
Categories:
transmogrified, horror, loss, pride, soldier,
Form:
I began life as a gorilla – cumbersome and chunky.
I clunked my way into situations, abrasive and loud.
I also misrepresented and misspoke.
Rapidly became misunderstood and ostracized.
Life was not working...
So I transmogrified myself into a butterfly.
Flitting from place to place, not staying long enough for enemies.
Keeping myself safely out harm’s way
Keeping my emotions inside where they began exploding
So I blew up and had to reinvent myself....
Now I am a lively, happy mountain goat.
I butt people who annoy me.
Defriending them right and left on social media.
A warrior woman mountain goat.
Living my truth, my way.
Pleased to meet you!
Categories:
transmogrified, animal,
Form:
Free verse
I felt her before I saw her
She had the flashiest most beautiful red-blue hair
A blue blood, naturally
Her lips were painted a luscious cherry red
Redder than the advertisement girls of the fifties
Was I dreaming? I looked at my assistant.
We sent the other models home.
We knew we had found our it girl
She was wearing a lacy top that accentuated her bosom.
And what a bosom it was.
Her hair dropped over one eye, but we could see her look.
She smoldered.
She was standing next to an oak tree that felt her too.
The leaves on the tree immediately transmogrified from brown to red.
She was magnificent, and we were grateful to find her.
Her hourglass figure I will never forget, and neither will my assistant.
We speak of the mysterious woman often.
She vanished right after we took the photos.
Only one turned out, but it was enough.
Categories:
transmogrified, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
A WOMAN’S STYLE
Why, oh, why am I transmogrified with desire when I see you in society?
Is it right to control me when I just want to be free?
Love, my dear, is never to be denied.
I just want to feel your essence your vibes.
Call it what you may but I am not just a roll in the hay a simple lay.
We will get to know each other's endeavors this day.
A woman’s style is to go after what she desires and throw it to the wind.
She will get her man and that’s the win.
Today I will walk in the sunrise.
You are the rogue in my mind’s eye.
I smile because you are a burst of sunshine.
I just want to feel your energy with mine.
I’ll come again tomorrow and you will give me a wink.
Soon I know I will be your everything.
A woman’s style is to be shy for the moment.
She will converse once she knows you are lonely.
Tonight I will venture into the twilight.
You'll be at that particular place in time.
I will enter the dance hall impromptu.
You will glance my way and i'll be looking at you.
I figure this will be the big break.
Must I close my eyes to crave?
A woman’s style is to romantically embrace her desires and her anticipations.
She knows the signs of procrastination.
A woman’s style is to follow her aspirations.
She might find a better placement.
So do not be egoistic.
A woman’s style is altruistic.
[A woman's style!]
[A woman's style!]
[A woman's style!]
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Verlena S. Walker
Penned on September 21, 2014!
Categories:
transmogrified, appreciation, dedication, desire, how
Form:
Lyric
ENSHRINED
The loss of a love one, for God did not call her home, is wretchedness.
Both took a part of my reserve and now I really live in a crazy world.
However, life was not formed for vulnerability to transform another life demised.
Life was formed to move-on and define inner peace as strength transmogrified.
This life is enshrined.
God speaks to me during the most precarious time.
The Almighty bellows via the mind.
He said let this life of mine shine because the wicked will be refined.
You are in my likeness my child.
Never doubt it.
A spouse that believed in God, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, was asked to put man
before He.
Loss his life via superficial beliefs is not anymore revivable through the powers of
ministry.
Exodus 20:3 roars – “You shall have no other gods before Me.”
He died for all the wrong reasons.
Ministry, as a form of faith, desires a tragedy that is not to be salvation.
May I pray!?!
Here I am Lord fulfilled by the knowledge of your way Jehovah.
Stand me as a pillar of strength and step me to the cause.
Because the Lord is my protectorate and my perspective of who I die for,
You are the only one with the Rite to call me into Heaven.
I have losses to address.
Grief and bereavement has not been acknowledged.
Therefore, I speak to you in the unknown because I believe in your Words.
I pray here in the privacy of my home.
May your will be done Lord God Jehovah!?!
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PENNED ON AUGUST 29, 2014!
Categories:
transmogrified, allah, bereavement, bible, god,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Black Magic Potions
Across vacancy memories invoke forgotten years
Exodus from antipathy inscrutably liberates fears
Intransience spiritually battles amoral challenges
Crucially revitalized measures presaging changes
Deceptions obscure lies within fraudulent sleeves
Bringing adversaries down indictments aggrieves
Justifications echoing beyond overpowering roars
Unlike forsaken vessels reality lands upon shores
Probing mortal frailties evading blind perceptions
Enlightenment transcend old black magic potions
Delusion transmogrified into vanishing blemishes
Swept along eroding waves of abandoned wishes
09/11/2013
Aboard cruise liner:
Splendour of the Seas
Categories:
transmogrified, allegory,
Form:
Rhyme
Always holding fast loves muse; never distant from this seemingly
Knights-errant spirit; symmetrical mirrors reflecting such hues amid these
Revolving spectrums crossed....
Afore a galaxy of stars both near and afar ~
Scarlets vivid oarnge heart immersed in the pools of febrils
Passion soaked gravitations thus red; filling these eyes and burning inside
This Souls breezeway between the here and agains, taverned flames
Intangibles, searching nomad nights....
Transmogrifies columns forever shifting within the celestial skies
Although always returning unto these physio-monastic planes
Grasping tightly still this loves muse ~
Far beyond the illusions of but, a knights-errant spirit; such
Fervant gravitations towards scarlets vivid oarnge pools in, red....
Passion soaked truths burning so very deeply inside
Transitories breezeway between the here and agains, transmogrified Souls columns
Revolving spectrums crossing; this nomads searching tavernous night
Afore a galaxy of stars both near and afar, aneath, these tangible perceptions....
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...."Augustine Galileo's Heart" *
Categories:
transmogrified, hope, life, love, stars,
Form:
The crew, thinking the Aeolian Gift was not Odysseus' alone but common property
Stole the bag, with avariced mind, curious to find, broke the seals - the winds were free
The winds in fury, unconfined, vent their wrath - the ship's were blown like chaff
Till driven they wee to Laestrygone straits - the wild Winds had their last laugh.
Great giants were the Laestrygones - they of Cyclop's ilk - perhaps ten cubits tall
They threw great boulders of stone and sank the ships - elven of them all
Like scattered beads were the corpses of men - the Laestrygones cannibal feast
While busy they were in relishing the fare - Odysseus's ship quitely slipped from the East
Odysseus and his battered crew did, doleful and weary, away from land, sail a while
With blazing sun, parched throats and hungry maws - they sighted fair Circe's Isle!
Now Circe was in beauty cast, fair in diaphanous drape, an enchantress to beware.
With welcome arms, (and welcome bed), she charmed with kingly feast and handsome dress.
But soon the welcome did turn around as the men did quaff the sweet mulled wine,
For half the men, in spells entrapped, soon transmogrified into squealing swine!
Great Zeus, from Olympian heights, sent Herme's to Circe to plead for their release
Most reluctant was the maid, but abide she did, made men again, they once more set to sea.
------ To be continued
~11 Jun 2016~
Categories:
transmogrified,
Form:
Epic
Conquered by the circumambient incandescent
We are impuissant to all illumination
Its conflagrant presence remains incessant
The Mother's diurnal course without reincarnation
Purity of white, in its bright obsolescent
Beauty transmogrified to incarceration
Destitute to substance of atramentous
Yearning for just an ounce of clandestiness
Reverse fear of aura that is portentous
The cosmos suffocating, attempting solace
Abyss of chaos, our species remains apprentice
Our essence, Yang without Yin, remains starless
Categories:
transmogrified, absence, analogy, beautiful, day,
Form:
Rhyme
Let the adulting begin, she says.
It is hilarious!
Now that she is eighteen, she thinks she has transmogrified.
Into an adult.
Her father and I scoff.
We roll our eyes.
We make fun of it.
We know she is never going to become a real adult.
We taught her better than that.
Categories:
transmogrified, humorous, parents,
Form:
Light Verse
His tongue spins candy floss
In his absence of a moment
A lifetime seems lost
I seek no anointment
For his caresses art mine gloss
Thy husband of mine
Thine lips make me transmogrified
In thine orbit, me spins high
Before thee, mine heart was a withering rose.
Thou art mine highs
Thou art mine zephyr.
Thy prince of Persia art pale
In mine eyes
Thine touch art all mine skin desires
Categories:
transmogrified, adventure, appreciation, art, happy,
Form:
Sonnet
There we were, my coffee cup and I
secluded in the corner booth
where flights of new realities,
my own created children, rose and soared
and readily transmogrified, touched down
and died according to my will.
I loved them all.
They were my fleet of consciousness
and altogether temporal,
yet in their frailty could darken houselights,
raise their stage to hide the universe
and for the nonce assume totality.
A single wisp of thought came through
and it was no surprise to be aware
that the professor with his pipe,
tweed coat and frowzy hair
now sat across and looking at me
quizically, but not disposed
to answer any questions
I was eager to propose, though I
had read his latest book, and knew
his vast research could lead me
down the path I wished to go.
For the moment I could merely know
he was my august puppet, not my key
to magic chests of insight... that he shared
the wisdom of the academes
that I once listened to,
and who would only point the way.
My cup was empty; I snapped back
and saw the room return, and it was time
to kill him off in tenderness. "You know"
he said, as he began to fade,
"I cannot help but go out wondering,
what kind of God are you?"
~
Categories:
transmogrified, fantasy, universe,
Form:
Free verse
Justice Will Always Prevail
Troubled minds hear ephemeral voices invoke thunder lightning and brimstone
Arms and faces lifted skyward world leaders chant prayers of promise to atone
Burning desires layered with jeweled expectations lay shattered on the ground
Memories of a dying tree adhering to roots of seeds breathing without a sound
Dramatic persuasion enshrouds fraudulent demonstration alluring deviant cults
Solemnly bemused and humiliated clown transmogrified with obnoxious results
Degenerate rulers cast spells on disheartened souls and vulnerable immigrants
Heartless transgressions on fearful innocents intensify enflamed primeval rants
Magi crying oceans of tears greatly agonized by crucifixion a visionary revealed
Wounds agape under a bloody cloth a facial expression of triumph unconcealed
Forlorn mother of a son in search of peace navigates an unforgiving killing field
Securely entrenched within is an impregnable fortress a flaming spiritual shield
Transitory moments celebrating unexplained manifestation of time everywhere
Dark matter shines behind the face of nothingness inside dynamic atmosphere
Beneath the zenith leaping ballerina enchant an ebbing tide to liberate a whale
Yesterday today and tomorrow foreshadow universal justice will always prevail
Penned: 05/2009
Aboard Cruise Liner--
Radiance Of The Seas
Categories:
transmogrified, destiny, wisdom,
Form:
Rhyme