Long Morph Poems
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dreams in digital- (Euclidian Field Songet
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Freeze point
fluid is brittle
Now into ice
Temperature
is fluid in deg
Brittle thaws..
Temp is fluid
is temporary
morph eager
morph ready
pause flows..
temp is note
temp in flow
as - fluidous
plays a song
what is alive
water is Life
Living
Notes
Music
Pause
Freez
Pause
Flows
Melts
Notes
Magic.........In
Pulsating beats
Water breathes
...........beneath
....................icy
...................crust
................of frozen
...............incubated
............surface sheet
.........the giver sustains
.......at rest breathing life
......pause between notes
..….the breath beat of Ice
..….listen to musical notes
,,,,,.in the awaited..pause
,,,,,,..quiet patient timed
...........thaw shall play
.................music...
“From the dust of despair rises the dream
with lingering hope of longing” – Quote by poet
From the dust of the demolished dreams I rise,
for I won’t let the sonorous songbird in me die,
even though I hear my hollow heart how it cries,
now on my wings I will soar in the serene sky.
I feel the soft touch of serenading southern wind,
in its wake to reach the heights of bliss I try,
wafting through the silver-lined cloud of my mind,
floating content in cobalt cauldron of firmament high.
The halcyon horizon shimmers with sunburst color,
the dainty dawn splashes sublime hues on my canvas.
I paint the tangerine-tinged clumps of cloud there,
flushing like the flaming flowers in my vibe vase.
The lyric of lingering love I write only for you,
out from my heart in the cleft of cloud it lies.
Weaving the lattice of lilting love it turns into
the tapestry of my dream, and in your sky it flies.
Away from me in an unknown lonesome land far,
when the spring’s beguiled breeze will caress you,
whisper in your ear to tell you love is in the air,
rippling rapture will make for me a floating feeling new.
I will then find you morph into a butterfly fluttering free,
the wings colored with ecstasy overflowing the brim.
If you look at the sparkling sky you will see,
on a passing cloud drifts away my floating dream.
Song on the wind; an ethereal composition can
penetrate the soul; a spark and combustion
reveals the fire of enlightenment.
Spirit awakens to face the universal mind,
on its god-flight.
Platinum wings unfold and against a background of
golden light; spirit soaring,
we morph into atomic particles.
The spiritual “Transporter” engaged opens
multiverses travel; intelligent life is all life…
one in the land of soul.
Here live beings of infinite knowledge and wisdom.
Locked out of the moral inn, they wait;
mind and soul are the keys by which,
we open eternity’s door and pass through.
Inundation, a gathering of energy;
that harmonic moment, realized when the
Dharma pours into our mortal vessel.
Drink heartily, without egoism’s censorship;
we have more than we know.
Power channels atomically through the open door;
spirits in a mortal box always have spare keys.
6-10-2021
ALL YOURS (Jun 11) Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
Your heart summons secret dreams
to take you to your private place,
where thoughts drift amongst untethered hopes.
A deep longing overshadows
feelings of helplessness and confusion.
And you entertain fantasies,
filled with the impetuosity of youth,
love, desire, and secret revelations.
Yet, you focus on love and happiness,
and let those feelings fill your heart with magic.
Passion paints provocative pictures,
fueling desires and granting wishes.
And like a flame burning in a tinder world,
your presence sets the scene on fire.
You conjure erotic, uncensored emotions,
to appear on your stage of dreams,
for here you're the magician;
and pretending's simply part of the act.
Yet reality holds the unique power,
whereas love can
either morph into a forever moment,
or a dagger, driven deep into your heart.
I found out on the step above,
The death of him, my only love.
My body froze on current path,
A wedding we were short to have.
At such a loss, my mind did leave,
And now I find, I cannot grieve.
For all is gone and left my hands,
Like fingers grasping tiny sand.
No purchase on this lonely step,
High and dry, yet soaking wet.
Rain will spill, in glossy form,
Yet stay I will until the dawn.
A puddle sits round sodden feet,
Warmth and care is all I seek.
Clouds did morph to tiny stars,
Yet rain it does throughout the dark.
Bitter frost starts creeping in,
The wind alone she cannot win,
For stand I do, on stony perch,
Despite the Gail of hidden mirth.
The day I woke from haunted sleep,
My step had sunken 10 foot deep.
Time had passed and left me weak,
Wrinkles now are all I keep.
I found myself amid the earth,
Egger now to keep me there.
Weathered face with silver hair,
Few more years then nearly there…
The day I passed I finally wept,
And found my love upon my step.
There he’d been forever more,
Tears he cried whatever for!?
Form:
I beg of guilt to riddance my sin,
sincerity mixed pleasure of call deep within.
My mind of haze to idea once preformed,
mascot contribution to my theatrics well formed.
Beauty and a beast to a sickening desire,
my body fuelled with pain from my minds deep transpire.
Berate of my complexion, fabrication and hope,
sacrifice my solitude with hopes of being cleansed deeper than soap.
Cremation from the burning of wait does bring forth,
my stature destined to the mirror now morph.
Soul, hand of pasture ,and faith in the god once named,
all placed in pieces of a figure left to blame.
Waiting on a miracle to work to good deed,
hoof of purest lamb now sentenced to breed.
Thorn and thistle cursed to beauty of rose,
man’s fortune to women with a price of propose.
System segregation from the people born truth,
turn to natures sin in purpose of youth.
Belief met bravery in hand of defeat,
rush to the opening of a church in large fleet.
Memory reconcile with death fortune placed,
sanction granted to power in need of erase.
Intelligence fought sympathy in the war of troubled mind,
am I useless without leadership if my demise meet unkind?
Body built to the soil cursed by I man,
colonies trapped in brutality of gods plan.
Beggar, theif, and humanity at hand,
Are criminals to be punished if future lie in the sand?
Is truth upon belief of a system unpredicted,
the structure a temple yet torture left unrestricted.
Mind place of memory to the mistreatings underway,
if I hold power to speak why should boundaries get a say?
Free speech is a right in the rule book of law,
however issue runs deep with dictatorship to core.
Does a cry of babe not rustle in your mind?
A predator to be freed yet a crook to be fined.
A god of justice is spoken in scripture,
but thy neighbour is thought on suspicion, never close to a sister. Harmony sung in words comprise,
dealings from the devil while society treat to infantilise.
If a body is a right to the owners spoken truth,
why should societal exception meet way to the youth?
For a pasture, a priest, or a saint of country name,
would allow such action to ignight as if flame.
Then action should compromise the wrongdoing upon mass,
the power of performative government is as fragile as glass.
A gentle turn
changing colors, changing pattern
greet you lively, fill your transfixed eye
you can’t resist looking through even if you try.
A gentle move
changing feelings, changing groove
enchant you within, entice your heart
you can’t stop trying even if anew you start.
A gentle twist
changing concerns, changing wish-list
enrich relationships close, please others
you don’t lose trying even if the mind dithers.
A gentle jerk
changing vista, changing framework
transform you, liven your listless life
you can’t stop doing even in times of strife.
A gentle tap
changing design, changing roadmap
morph the mind, create colored hope
you can’t desist looking in the kaleidoscope.
Just stay here in my arms.
I`ll hold you, our life long.
I`d love to stay this way.
All day and all night long.
You are in my heart.
As deep as you could be.
And right beside you.
Is all our special memories.
Our days of triumph and tragedy.
Our nights of sweet love, well into dawn.
Together where we are.
Is where we both belong.
Some people live a lifetime and never reach this place.
To love with whole hearts.
To trust with faith and one`s own life.
Within our hands, the morph of two beings.
Becoming one complete.
Is what I may dream for in my days and nights ahead.
For life and love is fleeting.
Within my grasp, but not reaching.
Just stay here in my arms.
Cotton candy pinks and marshmallow whites
flaunt iridescent sheens buffed by the sun.
And colored clouds, lined with mother-of-pearl,
hang in the sky, like a prize fairly won.
Darkness gathers in tattered strands of grey,
strewn across a sky of indigo blue.
And stars glitter as a dying sun shrinks,
to a crimson ball, with a scarlet hue.
Ebony fingers scratch at the skyline;
like inky tentacles grasping for light.
And as camouflaged trees morph into black;
silhouetted abstracts merge in the night.
Liquid amber burns atop umber waves,
while igniting frothy, foamy whitecaps.
And golden moonbeams gild gleaming waters,
as cascading breakers, crash and collapse.
Playful breezes tickle leaves on the trees,
sending laughter tumbling down to the ground.
And as Sol dies, wrapped in a scarlet shroud,
time's suspended: and tranquility's found.