lifeless mist slowly
morphing form on the rocky shore~
sight from the highway
Written: December 25, 2022
Categories:
morphing, analogy, sky,
Form: Haiku
Compelled
David J Walker
The sad part of this obsession is
Knowing how unprofitable it will always be
Language leanings in different directions
Confessions of the soul count for nothing
A mornings reflection in vivid description
Serving only a fraction of lost and forgotten temptations
The torments of love yet unexplained
Colors unnamed
Secrets never revealed
Clouds proudly morphing into forms unformed
And forms of deformed and fearful imaginings
A sincere hope that the unknown is better than today
The poet puts on the hat of a mad vatic
and buries his face in his hands
compelled to see the future
Categories:
morphing, allegory,
Form: Rhyme
Not So Amazing Changes
David J Walker
Sometimes I wonder
When I look into the mirror
Who is looking back at me
And who is it I see
In those iPhone pics
Passing around the family?
I don’t recall morphing
The morning when I woke
Early but still un-woke to
The molting of my youth
Ok, in truth I was never sure
When middle age started with
That bulging belly
and ended in a slump
The lump watching the world
change from his couch
The slouch
Sometimes I wonder
Why I have a mirror at all
Just for the recall of the
Not so amazing changes
Categories:
morphing, age,
Form: Rhyme
Remembering the present,
forgetting the past
Turning into the other
—the moment recast
(Villanova University: April, 2020)
Categories:
morphing, time,
Form: Rhyme
God Is Change
And the big wheel
dramatically turns
leaving that which was
recently at the top
sliding gracefully to the bottom
and what was once an
awesome potential future
now becomes a faded
sepia memory of the past
what last week
had a vibrant beating heart
evolves, face dancing
Changing
wiggling into a
new vessel to mold shape
how resilient this human spirit
that rebirths itself
with each click
of the turning wheel
saying in a proud voice
that God is change and
those who stand in belief
must be ready in a moment
To adjust
What was
To a new and different
What is
and know that through
all the gut-wrenching
retooling of self
Everything is always
As it should be…
Categories:
morphing, change,
Form: Free verse
Birth of a pearl on a stelliferous night.
Amidst, shimmering iridescence, crepuscular morphing light.
Beautiful fireflies dancing to the tune of “aye!”
Dressed in white, gracefully gleaming bright.
Queen of gems, quietly arrives,
with ultimate sophistication to rule the sky.
Showering amplifying mystical powers.
Silver rainbow of your purifying light,
Steeps into me and make me glow.
Bestowing equanimity and self-control.
Ripples of your vibes, ignite my soul.
You and I entwined with a beautiful tie.
Silent converse and profound insight.
You control the rhythm of my tides.
Healer of my wreak havoc emotions.
Guiding my intuitions and introspections.
O! Ruler of the Oceans!
Accept my boundless devotion.
06/03/2019
Liquid Luna Lace Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Categories:
morphing, best friend, blessing, feelings,
Form: Rhyme
here i sit not giving a
a container of fresh popcorn at hand
a blank screen and saki night
there's something else with respect a good time
besides body...there's mind
keep as cool as you can
let them the riles to believe
you perceive the web they weave
remain free
stan sand
Categories:
morphing, allegory, analogy,
Form: Free verse
We can see this in the generations coming after the the Sixty Something's of the early 21st Century, those of us who were born into a world of limited technology. For Millennia technological change occurred at glacial speed. Generation after generation witnessing virtually no change.
Now, new generations are born into a world where technological change, in some cases is occurring in weeks. Information technology, biotechnology and nanotechnology morphing at near light speed.
Nearly everything current generations do centers around mobile technology. Their work, their play and their studies. This has never before been the case in the history of mankind. Instant knowledge at their fingertips. This will change them/us in ways that are yet to be determined, of this they're can be no denial!
The past and the future will forever be cleaved at this juncture of mans ascendence/desendence which ever path evolves.
Wake up everyone, the times, they are a changing.
Categories:
morphing, art,
Form: Prose Poetry
Let me morph into you,
Just the pair of us,
Carefully mingling,
Gingerly tripping,
Cautious licks,
Peacefully,
Entering,
Inside,
Slowly,
More,
Deep,
Peaking,
Navigating,
Your body,
Penetrating,
Massaging you,
From the very core,
From the inside out,
A total skin recharge,
Across your entire body,
Until the hair follicle armies,
Charge with all of there might,
Thrashing across your entire body,
Collapsing entirely in one melting moment,
Morphing,
Until,
We morph once again …
(c)2016 PJ Bayliss
Categories:
morphing, lust,
Form: Shape
One tiny egg
floating unseen.
Emerged.
Creation's perfect son.
One whole morphed,
miraculous being.
Whose lusty lungs
had then begun,
To join earth's creations
and sing.
Yet, more...
I clearly hear.
Others claim isn't real.
When wee fetus was near
And in darkness
love was sealed.
When both hearts shared
blood dear.
Nature binds
all she creates.
Hearts must morph
birth through life and then
past Death's Gate.
Thus for Eternity's sake,
Learn nature's genius.
Categories:
morphing, birth, change, children, death,
Form: Free verse
I was driving to see the reigning queen
And gave my horse free rein.
We passed our turn, as we flew past,
I felt a searing pain.
Awakening half-past the century,
I found everything had changed.
The citizens speaking so queerly,
I thought them all deranged.
The kindly doctor said, "My dear
It is your advanced age.
The perfect grammar that you leaned
Is in its morphing stage.
Past and passed have been co-mingled,
As has also rein and reign.
You will find there are no differences
In vane and vein and vain.
Grammar that would once have caused
A teacher to unglue,
Is acceptable. Just google it.
You'll find I'm speaking true.
By: Joyce 2/28/11
Categories:
morphing, funny, on writing and
Form: Light Verse
Before bed,
she breaks each charcoal pencil tip to different lengths
and sketches a roving wonder drenched in grey
Ferns in spirals and curling such
become a bloom of hair
to hide the eye, the knowing eye
which sees but never stays
Ribbons of darkness and light
are scratched in, in a hurry
It's getting late and night waits for no one.
Her sketch pad yells out to her from it's many pages:
"Hey - Pay attention to ME!! I'm unfinished!"
but she stays to the task at hand with ardor.
The pages fight her at times, crinkling and pushing her to the edge.
She turns on a fan to quiet and confuse them into submission.
Then, she lights two candles:
one in licorice, the other in melon
and flickers the orange life of flame with her fingers.
Charred and smoked they sting slightly
and she turns her attention back to her work.
It will be a completed sketch tonight, she thinks, almost on the verge of dreams,
and by tomorrow, it will take life with color,
on canvas, complete.
Categories:
morphing, art, people, time, life,
Form: Free verse