Long Morph Poems
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In a room alone, suddenly you see two bright eyes peeking inside.
But vigilant eyes find only a sheath of light.
Still you wonder ……it is what it is or…………..is it?
Going up on thirteenth floor in an elevator.
Look up and you know it would surely shoot up in the sky.
Landing safely…….you wonder…..it is what it is or………is it?
Walking through will-o'-the-wisp and creaking woods.
You realize someone is walking behind.
Turn back and find no one around.
Shuddering badly you wonder ……it is what it is or…………..is it?
When your love for swimming makes you dive.
Deep inside, you see bubbles all around.
And those scary water creatures waiting to trap.
But then you see calm and clear water.
Still you wonder ……it is what it is or…………..is it?
Scary Cumulonimbus clouds morph like billowing sea.
And that flying ship sailing over your head!
Blinking your eyes……you wonder ……it is what it is or…………..is it?
Date:29th Nov; 2020
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Summer is a season of warmth and light,
imbued with color and sensual scents.
Green overshadows everything in sight,
when overjoyed campers start pitching tents.
Caterpillars morph into butterflies,
while the Brown-eyed Susans sway to and fro.
And cottony clouds polka-dot blue skies,
as soft breezes stir the treetops below.
Sounds of children laughing tickle the air,
as flashing fireflies set twilight aglow.
And sweet songbirds are chipping everywhere,
while rosebuds bloom and the hydrangeas show.
The subtle glow of Nature, in Her prime,
is the reason that Summer feels sublime.
As the sun slowly sinks from sight
shapeless shadows morph into Dusk;
as silhouettes silently merge,
amidst the mosquitoes and bats.
Attracted by Dusk's dimming light,
moths, creatures of the night, take flight.
Luna rises into the sky
gilding the clouds in the heavens;
while the Milky Way spills its light,
across the emptiness of space.
Divinely placed, stars mystify,
while at the same time, beautify.
Sol bleeds at the birth of each day;
inking ebony skies crimson
and white clouds, cotton-candy pink.
And Dawn pierces the heart of night
leaving darkness in disarray,
as shifting shadows slip away.
Environmental sumptuous symmetry uniquely resplendent,
kaleidoscopic kindling of the visual nirvana,
spiral rapture enshrouded stimulant,
sapphire dawn first light purr nectareous,
a mint ice tinged mystic morning mantra,
that pearl stud morph to fortify a lifelong gumption,,
my refrain when I turbulently wade,
through the gust blown fronds of
moisture beadlet grassland,
parsley scent haze a blissful hover,
companion piece to a crystal ball air float,
exotic bird flock hymnody chaotic,
invigorating sonic feasts caress green tree copses,
natural world refuge from the algal bloom of toxic menace,
when disruption, demonic and destabilising,
suddenly impinges like an incandescent meteoric charge,
spewing ashen vomit with brutal oscitation,
without a shard of qualm, twinge of scruple,
or even faint scintilla’s rueful finger,
earthly pulchritude’s grandiloquent cocktail unfurls,
like a gallant rapid rescue mission from the elements,
to brandish freshwater lakes so alluring,
sea star tidal pools, azurite strewn rustic ripple
tides,
I am endowed and emboldened to an enduring
advocacy,
of this behemoth planet so boundless in its beauty,
Dear earth my shelter
within grasp now under siege
still I “dwell” in hope
Oblivion's needles and lines
camouflaging an ugly truth.
By using dope to escape life,
your addiction drains you of youth.
Drugs synthesize reality,
magically banishing pain.
And you live lies disguised as bliss,
seduced by the lure of cocaine.
On the road to self-destruction,
you tread upon the hearts of friends.
For, in worlds of your creation,
everyone hustles and pretends.
When highs morph into misery,
resistance drowns within your tears.
But you don't try to get away,
for hope's been denied you for years.
You're trapped in a web of deceit,
delusion's shackled to greed.
And you've strayed beyond salvation,
living only to feed your need.
(Quatrain)
8/10/2015
The sunlight beams down on a warm spring day
and the blues abate on a warm spring day.
March snowflakes morph into April showers;
and shoots start sprouting, on a warm spring day.
A cacophony of birds can be heard
chirping for a mate, on a warm spring day.
And yellow daffodils pop from the ground;
at a frantic rate, on a warm spring day.
Nesting birds take turns sitting on their brood
incubating eggs on a warm spring day.
Butterflies emerge from their chrysalis
and try out their wings on a warm spring day.
Dandelion seeds, rigged to parachutes;
gently float aloft, on a warm spring day.
And the crack of a bat hitting a ball;
rings out from home plate, on a warm spring day.
Vines climb to the canopy
poking through a sea of mist.
And revel in the sunlight,
where their leaves get gently kissed.
Papua New Guinea's jungle
boasts shades of emerald green.
And amidst its rolling hills,
fly birds few have ever seen.
Flashes of paradise fly
in and out of mortal view.
And flaunt such vivid colors,
your eyes can't believe their true.
Feathered booms vibrate the air,
drumming a seductive beat.
And birds morph into dancers,
performing with painted feet.
Iridescent colors shift
into red, blue, green, and gold.
And this outstanding pageant
is breathtaking to behold.
The clouds spill a thousand secrets
For they are nature's work of art
That gather at the proper time
As light or dark, they stir the heart
For even as they move, they morph
Into such varied shapes and forms
Express calm bliss on sunny days
Yet clash with thunder in dark storms
With personalities they shift
From cotton-white against blue sky
To darker tones of dreary grays
And we accept their reason why
Just like the clouds, our spirits change
From ashen gloom to brighter phase
The secret is in knowing that
For sure the Sun will spread its rays
Tongues of solar flare writhe in combat kiss
—flame-throwers unleashed
iron words h a m m e r e d in fire
ferrous words melt-morph into heart-welts
once under skin
hear the fevered air burn with cheers;
c a c k l e s of c r a c k l e s and h -i -s -s -s
bellies of tears full of fire; fire feeds on gasoline tears
fire-eaters’ —bellies full of flames
turn inside-out; fire-breathers shape-shift
from love doves to squawk hawks
bonfire of marital bliss consumed by wildfire
desolation burns holes in lacy i n* t i* m a* c y
ashes
fall
from
s o l o
cigarettes
. . . nuclear winter in summer
t h r o a t s of songbirds c h a r r e d
. . . silence
follows blaring —w h o o s h— of serpent fire
purification in cremation of all OratiOn sound
liability and liberation
animate to dissipate in snaky smoke of HeLL-wraiths
apathy clouds form they rain on red heat
smother a smolder mother a cease fire
ember-ice; scalds freezes t–h–a–w–s
whets flesh — and wets fire extinguished flower bed
ashes laid down
—passion’s quiet confetti paves a path—
w. a. i. t. s
— s l e e p w a l k s
… d r e a m s
To appreciate nature;
watch the sun gild peaks of white.
And glistening ice crystals;
form dazzling jewels of light.
See marshmallow clouds float on
a vista of liquid blue.
And view a scarlet-sunset
imbuing a crimson hue.
Watch emerald jungles form
a sash of tropical greens.
And beige sands transform deserts;
into dunes of shifting scenes.
See sparkling sapphire rivers;
running freely, clear, and clean.
And the rich, mossy tones;
where trees yield to evergreen.
Watch waves of aquamarine;
capped with foamy, frothy brine.
And crystalline fields of ice;
morph into sheets of sunshine.