Long Transfiguring Poems

"The Messenger"

Love is rich with 
venom and honey. 

there was a female ...

snake, 
it watched 
with green-eyed 
avarice, covetting
a dove’s nest

the dove, 
was white as snow, 
not young, getting on,
tiny flecks of grey

the dove 
alone,...

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...inspired by 'Portrait Of A Lady' by T.S. Eliot


On winter days the view outside is nebulous at best,
within, the furniture is as it always was, and I am waiting,
waiting for a glimpse of you to...

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The Wedding Ceremony of the Dead, Part One, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Les Noces de la Mort by T. Wignesan

Orgy of stone !
I drank hate in your inferior parts
And bathed during a wild summer our...

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...cont

She flew back to her nest that she so carefully tended and loved,
the angel close behind her.
“Why do you stay,” he said angrily.
“I have given you your wing.”  He stopped to think.
“I have offered...

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This is my modern English translation of Paul Valéry's poem “Le cimetière marin” (“The graveyard by the sea”). Valéry was buried in the seaside cemetery evoked in his best-known poem. From the vantage of the...

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"Distant" 

When winter came
it came fast 
cold as a witch's t*t

unwelcome and 
unwanted, 
we hesitate 

to move 
any further within 
the forest's interior

alarmed at how 
swift the transfiguring
of a season, begins

we think, 
now that in...

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“Some Other Poet, White Iris”

When I look in the mirror what do I see?
I question existential questions and fiction, 
my eyes are the eyes of another staring back at me,
perceived through the glassy tear film...

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“Die Another Day”


“Your mission, should you so deem it,
Is to infiltrate ALL Fluff Clusters in K.A.O.S. Headquarters
And bloody well steam it!”


“The Place is a hazardous mess of a trap
Over run with Double Agents, ulterior motives
Amorous...

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“More Beautiful Inside”



That morning 
we all 
woke up
more beautiful
inside 

all children 
were safe 
and happy
no longer needing
to hide like Summer

and the love inside
everyone aligned
caring for one another
a pathological kindness
bloomed like a virus
inside us

some say 
the...

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"Wolves"



Pulchritude is not a beautiful word.

Dark can be beautiful
when walking with wolves
hearing their stories
sad songs of love lost 
soft they begin 
and then hungry
for the essential missing elemental,
they can be heard harshly calling, 
after a...

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...inspired by 'Portrait Of A Lady' by T.S. Eliot


On winter days the view outside is nebulous at best,
within, the furniture is as it always was, and I am waiting,
waiting for a glimpse of you to...

Read More

...inspired by 'Portrait Of A Lady' by T.S. Eliot


On winter days the view outside is nebulous at best,
within, the furniture is as it always was, and I am waiting,
waiting for a glimpse of you to...

Read More

...inspired by 'Portrait of a Lady' by T.S. Eliot


On winter days the view outside is nebulous at best,
within, the furniture is as it alway was, and I am waiting,
waiting for a glimpse of you to...

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On winter days the view outside is nebulous at best,
within, the furniture is as it alway was, and I am waiting,
waiting for a glimpse of you to silence my equivocating.
Somber is my attitude, the light...

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On winter days the view outside is nebulous at best,
within, the furniture is as it alway was, and I am waiting,
waiting for a glimpse of you to silence my equivocating.
Somber is my attitude, the light...

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Alone and weary ...
   she dangled toes o'er the mountain ledge -
 the late-October night was clear
and bitter cold, yet as still as death ...
 rare were such even-tides
   when not...

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Call me what you may

Call me what you may, A dog, a scavenger 
Or even the dirty pig, but that is way too far
From transfiguring my appearance, call me
What you may even the worst pun...

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Depression, like the pits and ditches of my heart,
With clear water, like that of blood, does life impart;
Adorning the environs like valued jewels,
Dear lake, how clearly clean cool water in you pools...!

Treasures of art, architecture...

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As the bitter, piercing cold flees north, as the opaquely white snow makes an elaborate stratagem, a tortuous plan to revitalize next year, the viridescent grass begins to flourish and prosper, bringing an end to...

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Snowflakes taking rebirths; transforming into flimsy shapes,
Melting then, commemorating momentary landscapes...

Flying high; skating, skiing, tough throw of stony snowballs; 
One never gets hurt, yet, as though bathing in feather-falls...

Inner warmth and outer chill; frozen nights...

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From Birth to Hearse


‘Tis said that we are sinners - all
before we ever rise - we fall.
Is there no way to beat the curse
that follows us - from birth - to hearse?

For we are bathed...

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The swelling and sailing moon,
reflection mirrored in still water opportune.
That transfiguring element of rising lunatic,
by heaven’s circuit of stars so quick.
Gentle light beyond all comprehension,
sacred dwelling in celestial ascension. 
Gathered gentle hues in playful gaze,
more...

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MOVEMENT
interwoven
with
the
   sublime
 shaped
&uncovered
 structures
of
simplistic
  formations

a contrast
offered
in complexity.
of enduring 
 concern
unearthed
 element
of contemporary
 reflections

an
 invisible
resonance
emerges
in disparate
imagination
&
transfiguring
 synthesis
of the
 ironic
  juxtaposed
in
 chasm
of contradiction
discerned
& liberated
with
 sense
  of
the
sublime

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making...

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The beautiful Alexandra butterfly
It beautifies its native New Guinea when it will fly
But there is different type of butterfly  
That is even bigger and more amazing as it transverses the azure sky

That butterfly has...

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This is the day that flattened the city:
  shock wave, clothes burnt off;
“This is what they have done, tell everyone.”
Radiation penetrating into sickness
     > sterility.
That was the day when all...

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