Short Transfigure Poems
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When curse finally
Transfigure into blessings,
Her renewed true form
Transforms all of the lies taught
Into a future of truth.
Threads weave tapestry from words
Supplicate webs of magic carpets
Embalm clandestine fantasy worlds
Meander from sourcing the delta
Revisit memories’ dream catchers
Transfigure images into quietude
25th April 2020
The chances I take
transfigure my brain
The harm and the risk
metaphysically the same
They rush through my spirit
all fear on the run
Transformation now total
—the cost zero-sum
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
Those chances I take
transfigure my brain
The risk and reward
metaphysically the same
They rush through my spirit
all fear on the run
Transformation now total
—the cost zero-sum
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
What fire doesn't burn?
What passion doesn't waste?
What desire still persists
when you have known its taste?
What can bind the roving eye,
Pull the riddle-knot apart?
Who can teach me to transfigure
the sultan in my heart?
12 August 2024
Transfigure each atom of form
To become living light
Swathed in cascading bliss throbs warm
Heightened is heart’s delight
Head and heart alignment
Flowing in contentment
Soul glow luminescent
Configure
Transfigure
09-March-2022
Quietus
Blunt sense sharpened by subtle trance
lacerates the languishing psyche
that doesn’t slink,
unwary of mortal deception.
The shards of singularity
transfigure in a blink
into passion potion of dreams,
adrift in ephemeral delusive flow,
porous essence sips the sanguine drink.
Music was his passion
from his yearly years,
his voice, his weapon -
the signature of his life.
In his compositions
there is freedom for all Nations,
freedom for everyone,
in his astounding sounds.
In his uplifting melodies,
he can transfigure
the man for better being,
be it homeless man
or the corrupt ruler king
and so noble is his music
as Paderewski only could be
in the salvos of his tones.