Short Transmogrify Poems

I sleep with Saint Anselm,
but wake with Aquinas

My dreams to envision
what the morning will say

Creativity’s twins,
imagined then stated

Epiphany’s birth
—morphing night into day

(Dreamsleep: September, 2020)...

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VERACITY
Vivacious being
Lens of history
Pain to hope!
So beautiful -

Inspiratory
Tears form.
Transmogrify!
Restore inner peace -
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PENNED ON AUGUST 22, 2014!...

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I reached out through the ether and the haze        And there was you           When I'm lost I see through your eyes a way for me        All my grey and cloudy days transmogrify to blue       The sincere, soulful feel of you ignites through the haze      And now my sky is eternally ablaze~~~...

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I will be the princess of the dynasty
The princess of the corkscrew
The princess of the underwear drawer
There is a lot of laughter

Sybil does not understand the others.
She is not amused or laughing
She gets out her tarot cards and her runes.
Begins plotting the spells that will transmogrify the others...

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A myriad of faces from infinite places,
Each lost in the thought of your eyes,
Echoes of past moving so fast,
One born every second one dies,
A timeline of specks,
That appears so complex,
Yet for me it’s so natural to see,
As I look through your faces,
From so many places,
I know that it’s here we must be.

wM...

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Illuminating orb accentuates the feeling of coolness
bats are coming, October feels and cherishes them
tiny moths transmogrify from the sky in a mystical way
winter is being announced ahead of her time
Sky turns his back on the orb, pretending not to see
Wolves as they bring their pups to the hill
Heart of the orb adds to the silent of the beautiful night....

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ethereal lights shine close to the lily pads
they shrink a bit, afraid of the fey
angels smile, hoping to instill joy

it is a great day for an earth visit
they do not often transmogrify into butterflies
they are monarchs today 

faeries and elves wave to them from mushroom villages
they are welcome all along their route
by others who have the ability to hide themselves...

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sticky warm sanguine blood
reposing in Dracula’s crystal decanter
his bride terrified to ask whose it is
her parents have been missing for a week
his black wolf howls his displeasure when she gets close to the table
she scurries away, but not before seeing two black spiders
he always promised to transmogrify them into creatures
if they did not stop interfering
she goes to bed that night with a sad heart...

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