Short Transposed Poems

Smile is so special,
Which is hidden under the,
Transposed curve of face....

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a paradox juxtaposed ~ finds an oxymoron superimposed 

even if you agree or opposed ~ a polarity shift transposed 


By
David Kavanagh...

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I shoveled the digs of hurt transposed beneath the skirt,
muddy waters bleed I hurt; 


7/23/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.© 2020...

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Incommunicado in the divine,
Plunged
Submerged
Emptied
Bewitched
Transfixed
Transposed
Forgotten
Unknown.
The man next door tells me
To stop making so much noise.
Ouch....

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Morning light, 
pulsing across a screen
like the live thing it is, 
tells us come in from darkness, 
O mortal, and into the im-
mortal, as leaves 
transposed in it 
thrust forth veins, 
call to their trees 
to grow tall....

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As the sun filters through branches
Brown crackled blooms exposed
No longer hidden by bright blossoms
Which spring had just transposed

The sunlight's angle is now changed
Revealing hidden parts
Only the dross is bad_ grotesque
Secrets deep in one's heart   ...

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Allusions transposed,torn worn abraded
threadbare of decorative function

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The splendor of Nature
  a magnificent waterfall
miraculous wonder of life
  turn around -- a baby is tall

transposed to canvas, to print
  or even to musical instrument
pale reflections, we deem them 'Fine Arts'
  we envious creators, who yearn to take part...

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Penn Avenue Blues
Forever I roam
I have no home
And I’m alone
My heart is cold
And my bones grow mold
My soul has been transposed
Love doesn’t glow between my toes
I’ve had too much blow up my nose
My life is about to close
I’m a clone of a ghost
I need a strong cup of French Roast...

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with my shattered heart
like a clock set still beating
sore is my mine set
~
so in awe with you
time is so transposed lifting
without you I’m broke
~ 
with my shattered heart
beating still liken a clock
my tear flow dripping

1/31/2022
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©...

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Captured in private
But widely dispersed
To the curious,
Romantic,
And wildly perverse. 

Trancelike we sit in our own 
pleasure chambers
Watching graphic depictions of 
our fantasy strangers

Engaged, yet removed
Shape shift between spaces
Transposed, not committed
Remove all the traces

Delete today's history
Log off and be gone...

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One has trampled down many roads and greeted many detours and obstacles only attempt was to release and escape these webs of obscurities lured into it’s web and was transposed in many directions so bewildered and jumbled seeking one’s way of escape of obscurities. Waving the white towel of hope at obscurities’s face to convince to shed for its light of hope....

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Like a shadow it is
Dark and unknowing
Unsure of who, what, when or why
Can you see it or can you not
Only transposed by the light
Chasing forever your soul
When seen there is fear
For the pain that lingers.
Appearance always changing
A face unrecognizable
To whom it once was.
Grief expounds borders
Spilling into aspects
Never realized.
Dormant no more...

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Dog snuggles next to my body
Attempting to heal me.
Better than doctors.
Much more effective than hospital.


My pup is more successful in giving to me
What I am probably seeking than any
new human I have met this week.


Dog and God.

Same three letters.
Transposed again and again.
Understanding more.

I am shocked that Love is not spelled Gdo or Dgo...

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the constant
music in my mind
melodic loops
and melodies

transposed lines
juxtapose the left
brain video that
could be a photo

of you
for you
to me

your face filling
the screen but only
your eyes blink
as your silver smile

stays the same
all the while
my soundtrack
plays back around

again and again
the electric guitar
synapse riff of
Crazy Train...

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DECISIONS 

With  transposed  peace in reminisce ponder,
The mind an elevator of  option  floors,
decisions make, self-promise  break,
certain  floors to  certain  doors,

Yet  herein a  power of  choice,
some buttons pressed by misguided voice,
fear of consequence not,  for wiser the  spirit.
Not all the floors a  Vatican door.


©Copyright  M..A. Bell (alfi – m.za)(2015)...

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Single file lines going forward into oblivion and lost upon the way
A lost sense of corruption, gaining another sense of nothingness
A feeling forlorn. A feeling repugnant. A feeling transposed, again.
Trying oh so very hard not forget the origins of the forgetful soul
Happiness turned rotten, turned to ash, turned tasteless. Face the fact
Quiet remembrance, a quiet longing for all things new, again....

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The music

of

your voice

I shall never hear.

I shall never

play a duo with you.

Would we harmonize?

Or find some compromise?

Does one need to hear

the sound of someone's heart,

transposed into verbal music..

Or can we manage without it?

Ideolect

Sociolect.

Circumspect?

Words reveal the lost soul.

But not the whole story.

Play it again

But this time

Speak it.

I want to hear the music

Of you....

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A melody divine,
transposed from outer sphere
where angels hover near
comes down in metered time: 
a sweet delightful chime
so jubilant and clear.

The notes flow in my heart, 
and they assuage the pain.
Mellifluous refrain
of sweet poetic art, 
they make my healing start,
and bring in joy to reign.

On dulcet rhymes, I fly,
to claim poetic sky.

For Andrea Dietrich's HexSonnetta Contest
August 19, 2015...

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These words;
Scribbles of an untrained hand;
Thoughts of an unlit mind;
Transposed unrefined to these pages.
Certainly these scribbles;
Shall of the literate stomachs, turn.
Capabilities; of a homo habilis and a homo
sapien
Who compares?
These scribbles
Like the stars at night
When the sun goes into hiding
Lights up an already dark sky
If ever of these trashes men behold;
Against the scribbler; of no grudge hold...

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Nights slip away transposed
 as the day is lost to cold dark shadows.
Images and figures slight
 slide eerily thru faint clouded light.
A winter tide begins its interpose
  settling down early December snows
A blanket on the earth and barren ground
  falls warm and protecting without a sound.
A quiet eases in
  where it silences the din.
The days are short deprived of strong light
  and the dark is a hollowed long eternal night....

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Resonating magnificent resplendencies in such rhapsodies..
Resonant amid her beauty's glowing renaissance as resurrection ?
Lost opaque dreams awakening to find these vibrant colours as if van Gogh 
Himself had been summoned through this periscopes visions ? Brilliant brushings 
Aside passions poured about viles of a rebirths casting; callings transposed from atop 
Vestiges love laced canvas ? Splashing's, spheres now captured within a concerto's reprise....

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To touch a sleight
with fingers right
to feel your flight
take withered spite.
Let loose the blow
and block the flow
to fight to grow 
so all will know.
To seek to blame 
and not to gain
To play the game
but not the same.

To touch a right
with fingers sleight
to feel your spite
take withered flight.
Let loose the flow
and block the blow
to fight to know 
so all will grow.
To seek to gain 
and not to blame
To play the same
but not the game....

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I saw the sun go dark today,
colossal orbs aligned.
The afternoon faded away
to awe all humankind.
We watched as moon to earth opposed
in their celestial shift,
and lucent day to night transposed
in one huge, astral drift.
I felt, right then, the massive slide
that carries me through space—
a single grain of sand, I ride
on Earth's eternal face.
Colossal orbs aligned today
to make my world go dark—
the mighty sun on bold display
and me, barely a spark.


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