Best Transpose Poems
Sweet fragrance of moist dew seeks to transpose
white carnations, baby's-breath, red roses.
Heartwarming blooms called upon to compose
striking overture, fond bridal poses.
White carnations, baby's-breath, red roses,
their fervor takes the breath away with grace.
Striking overture, fond bridal poses,
romance of harmony at glance embrace.
Their fervor takes the breath away with grace,
with deep yearning invoked by nature's thieves,
romance of harmony at glance embrace.
Wisp air weaving like silk through trembling leaves.
With deep yearning invoked by nature's thieves,
heartwarming blooms called upon to compose.
Wisp air weaving like silk through trembling leaves
sweet fragrance of moist dew seeks to transpose.
10/3/2017
taciturn springs rising
from within the quarry
of deep earth's wisdom
urging lyrical waters to transpose
while held like singing seas of living reveries
of history and infinity
misting to meld with rainfall dreams
Falling like ancient messages
into the orchard of molecular landscapes
drawn to penetrate its legacy
embedded in the rockeries and rills
blanketing the groves of dirt and ferns
teeming in the arcadian oasis
feeding feast or famine
flourishing the solicitude of springtime
in spider spun dreams
of longings in ancient oaks
merging with the ebb of shedding sycamores
in salted seas teeming and exalting
the rhetoric of existence
in musing opaque vapors
mingling into pervasive clouds
bleeding life
cached in the creche
of pastoral beginnings
of everlasting eddies
watering the garden of dreams
April 22, 2020
Rewritten: October 3, 2020
Your Best Free Verse 2020
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Just the thought of you
inspires me to heights
of grandiosity and elegance
You coerce me to create
writings, poems of distinction
indubitably perchance
How does this entrancing
energy transpose into art,
permutations of heights
drifting through ions
of transposition, toughness
circumcises deliverance
It's a mystical phenomenon
that's existed for ages,
from the inception
of humanity's ineptness
through the age of technology
bolstered by craters
of existential drifting
through generations
parallel to the Muse.
As I set out
To jot down this poem
I had no earthly idea
Of what would transpose
And who all would be
Joining along
I'm as surprised as you
To these goings on
I don't recollect
Any of this being nearby
All the glimmer and glamor
Catching my eye
With my mind letting loose
In the wondering why
All of these characters
Are invading my rhymes
There are seals riding trikes
Uniformed Taiwanese
Clowns and their like
With smiley faced knees
Lepords in tights
Like we need more of these
A Kardashian or two
To put our minds at ease
Daryl Hall and John Oates
Singing loud 80's tunes
And what would be a poem
Without a cow jumping over the moon
Or a chimpanzee
Swinging through the stanzas with ease
Using the tails of snakes
Like a flying trapeze
There's even a racoon
By the name of Rocky we know
Using his Boogaloo
To sweep dust from the poem
And look it's Bob Hope
Selling soap on a rope
To keep it all clean
With a rated "G" tone
With so much going on
Inside of this poem
Guess it's best I stop here
As this has gotten rather long...
I refuse to spend
our last minute in grief
so,
(to remove this other visage
threatening a takeover)
I transpose over it
your face
with that gentle smile
holding in contemplation,
a curious child, me
your face
once ridged in sadness
with an agony
we carried together,
and now
as my face burns
with a heart arched
in sorrow,
in the knowing yours
now rests on heaven,
I, am ever thankful
but still need
a moment to remember
In times of struggle and strife my heart has lost its weight
It lifts to pull me from my body’s inquisition
Burn, burn sweet fire of faith, light my way to heaven’s gate!
Streams of hope and mountains of grace directing my fate
To where the souls jubilation hungers for vision
In times of struggle and strife my heart has lost its weight
I close my timeworn eyes to see reverie create
The joy to relent this heart’s doubt with great revision
Burn, burn sweet fire of faith, light my way to heaven’s gate!
Transpose flames to melt sad snow from winter’s long debate
Merging devoutly to oceans timeless submission
In times of struggle and strife my heart has lost its weight
I cannot rest from these strong winds, whose storm overtake
My spirits valor, to faltering faith's volition
Burn, burn sweet fire of faith, light my way to heaven’s gate!
Raise me dear heart, to my true highest and noblest state
Trust prevails in fire burning deep within conviction
In times of struggle and strife my heart has lost its weight
Burn, burn sweet fire of faith, light my way to heaven’s gate!
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The bliss of French-roast steam, arising,
gives me a moment to compose...
The thought of just one sip invites me
to close my eyes, and then transpose
It warms my thoughts, while I’m surmising...
It wakes my senses, then down it goes…
to thaw my brain, and warm my toes
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The Power of the Tron
Said the Big Computer to the Human Computee:
“Without me, sir, you must concur,
Wherever would you be?
I tally all your numbers, and I even give advice,
Unlike you, I’m objective and predictably precise.
‘Way down my epicenter, I’ve a calculating brain
That can compile, compute, compound, expound, explore, explain.
Oh, don’t you wish you had my wits, if only an iota,
For I’ve more news than I can use -
I'm programmed to my quota.”
And on and on it carried on, continuing to scoff,
Until the Human Computee reached down and turned it OFF.
And now The Big Computer sits there idle all the day,
Without a boasting, bragging, calculating thing to say,
While on the chair, beside it there, the Human Factor lingers,
Computing trig and calculus by counting on its fingers,
And when its used its fingers up, it can simply transpose
And still deduce, deduct, add up, by counting on its toes!
Take heed, you Mighty IBMs, and other pedigrees,
Before you get too taken with your capabilities –
You may have stores of knowledge;
You may be an Alpha Tron,
But it’s the Human Digit
Ultimately
Turns
You
ON.
Late-night perfumes waft and swirl,
circling me like the petals and pearls
that drape upon my shoulders.
Ephemeral, their scents transpose,
one by one by one, then fade like
the sweet taste of kisses.
I look up and I see the Moon,
the Moon, the Moon tonight, the Moon far up tonight,
far up in this dark sky … the Moon!
She’s there, silently watching while
playing her tricks; seeming further away
by the minute; coyly performing a slow retreat.
But her face is cold
and I begin to freeze as I surrender
to her charade.
High and aloof and bright and cold,
far off in the distance,
the Moon plays her endless game
with my heart.
AP: Honorable Mention 2023
There is a song
Within the human voice
A song that speaks an undeniable truth
That tests the meaning of our mettle
To strive beyond what we know of ourselves
For the elements that define our spirit
We Sing!
A song of discovery in the face of being lost
A song of triumph in the face of failure
A song of strength in the face of hardship
Of determination in the face of fear
A song of faith in the heart of treachery
A song of redemption in the face of shame
A song of compassion in the eyes of anger
A song within the wisdom of ourselves
To transpose the music of each moment
We Sing!
Rewrite: I'm Just Getting Started" September 23, 2019
October 15, 2020
Will To Survive Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Ah, I remember those smashing
days when I was dancing till dawn!
Refusing to be a workforce pawn.
It left no lines, but painted a smile on my face!
I enjoyed the joy, the people-peppered life.
Marvelously, frenzied, frenetic pace.
Being wild,did agree with me.
Life, for me, was so far, far more wondrous,
Than a posh,expensive, one- time cruise at sea.
Confetti-like, touching , steamy romances.
Meeting eccentric people from all nations
Learning, international, amazing dances.
Most people's lives follow a boring straight line.
Mine was and still is an escalating spiral path
Of colored, metallic, ribbons rising to the sky.
Nothing about it was ever dull norever orthodox.
I cherished each hour never did I once.
Run my life by societal rules or the face of a clock!
Full of international sounds andjoyous souls.
What a great life God has given gave me!
Now these joyous times with pen,I can transpose!
A free soul,I am till the day that Iexpire.
But perhaps~God might send me a spare tire?
A few more Bossa Nova years to
be with you.
In harmony and rhythm, just more
Samba and going to Rio!
March 6, 2024
Through midnight's strong storm, truth's lantern still glows
It pierces illuminous light where sea blows
Every weary sailor its soft vow knows
And that light, though faint through darkness shows
Sea's waves may rise in tempest's cruel throes
Yet, truth's tower signals with patience disclose
A thread of light truth, where a lost soul goes
Hopes that at least one will grab and just knows
The flame keeper works all hours up-close
To make dangers less appealing; transpose
Rocks, reefs that are hidden come to light, shows
Light diminishes dangerous shadows.
When the tide of life's dark night, at last slows
In eastern sky an apricot ball does pose
Lighthouse's lantern still beams, mercy knows
Our hope endures, where one true light flows
Nuancing Andrew Cohen
"If we are interested in learning how to engage with consciousness
at higher and higher levels,
to consciously facilitate its evolution within us
and between us,
we need to look more closely
at the extraordinary phenomenon of [nondual co-arising] emergence
in matter,
in biological life,
[in economic life,
and in political systems,]
and most importantly,
at the level of [Anthro-mind/Earth-body] consciousness.
We need to cultivate our capacity to visualize
and to emotionally connect
with what it would mean
for [positive] emergence to occur
within our own interiors [mind/body landscapes,
co-dominant dipolar Left-Right bicameral Yang-Yin balance],
within our subjective
and intersubjective
[peak-crown-head therapeutic
and valley-root-sensory/sexual body]
experience."
We LeftHemisphere hear
and eco-politically translate
in orthodox paradigms
of prior enculturation
to speak
and mind-0 zone
body-1/0 co-empathically transpose
co-engaging win/win
bipartisan reformation.
Incriminations bolster theories
pestered by daily
salutations, delusions
sanctimoniously intensified
by the written word
Your philosophy exculpates
delirium while triumphs
wisk away irremediable
suppositions that defy logic.
Hypocrisy appears delineated
with confused ramifications.
Cerebrum and Cerebellum
transpose inaccuracies into
soft, sweet music to the soul.
Artistic creation utilized
to succumb basic instincts
with craft: skills of
evasion and deception
manifest themselves in
your daily realm as you
deliver time's desires.
The Brightest Star
Extending my arms, I arose
I stood, reaching on my tiptoes
to grasp the brightest star
in the distance afar
magical rainbow transpose
Mystifying and strange happenings
developing wings and rising
excitement that astound
I spread my arms spellbound
embracing the star that is sparkling
Magnificent glow in the night skies
nearer the star I had to close my eyes
the brighter it became
I overcame the flame
grasping a peace in my heart that defies
Suddenly caressed like an infant
experiencing warmth, reverent
ambience of heaven
my eyes slowly open
in the Lord’s loving embracement
With His profound loving presence
bound to believe my continuance
life affairs imperative
I need to go back and live
with Lord blessed strength and endurance
5/2/2015