Short Transformer Poems
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Dear vibrant artist
Magic is bestowed on you
Master transformer
Lead the way through the dark night
Your call illuminates souls
In a rainy April tone two sparrows turned thorny branch into tidy room
Silky transformer the love alters up thorn
spring
within
love
sallam
A smile's a transformer
It changes your day
To be-bop and blue skies
from downcast and gray
So turn off the gloom
and switch on a grin
A good mood's contagious
~ Laughter its twin
ALCHEMIST INFLUENCER-:-
mysterious
hype-ster
transformer
changing
malleable
to GOLD NECROMANCY
buzzing
social
sorcery
thaumaturgy
attracts
with STRATEGIC TRANSMUTATIONING
ambassador
curating
dwimmercraft
protoscientificist
niches
Divine Mother Herself anoints our form,
borne by magnetism ushering cool heat,
wherein all our presence does is conform
to divine bliss pulsations that repeat,
each strobe unique, bending low at God’s feet.
Are we the witness or the performer,
we know not but love index gets warmer,
as this sublime rapture begins to rise
within this urn, a step-up transformer,
beheld by presence in childlike surprise.
What's it like to be retired?
Its sleeping in 10 min more.
its like everyday is Saturday
its like going to lunch and not going back to work
its like a transformer blew down the street and you get paid for a day off
its a 3 day weekend that turns into 5
its no more deadlines
its no more speeding to work
its no more meetings
its a freedom you've never had before
it takes some time, feel free to explore
A poet can see
What the sun can’t.
Is the one whose words
Like sharp arrows,
Are aimed at the causes of
Human sorrows.
Is the one who awakens us
From our deepest slumber.
Is the one with whose inspiration
Our hurdles easily we outnumber.
Is the one famous as mankind's transformer,
Well plays the role of a social reformer.
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Date: 15-05-2022
Ominous thunder, prophecy or merely a warning?
God’s hands clap loudly, oak tree or transformer must have been hit.
Portentous night has turned still and bleak, silence as a warning
Menacing clouds are moving ridiculously fast toward the east
This is an evening for witches, gremlins, warlocks and bats
I expect to see brooms in the sky; I feel threatened
The moon weeps, there are black clouds of thunder
I cringe at the noise, feeling more threatened than ever.