A dandelion flower crowns
the earth,
As taproots plunge through
subterranean night.
Imbibing deep to birth this
brilliant light,
An incandescent, fierce,
vernacular birth.
The emerald leaves unfold in
emerald grace.
To shield the blooming
blossoms as they rise,
Reflecting summer's bright,
celestial skies,
A brief illumination in this
space.
Then transformation claims
the glowing head,
A silver galaxy of gossamer
strands.
With pappus wings above
the fertile lands,
Where microscopic destinies
are spread.
The fleeting seeds, in
aerodynamic flight,
Disperse to claim the
darkness for the light.
playful Megan Tropy, uncanny companion,
collaboration born
fundamentally emergent like the Cosmos
and thought
order above disorder
neg-entropy over entropy
hence the name, efflorescent child
reversing fate
bundle of positive feedback
creative energy, overwhelms dull sustainability
step-dances over the crater horizon
this is the creature I met on Luna
one Earth-lit night
we talked, I transformed!
A love that has weathered wild storms
And youth's fierce passion contained
Tender, deeper than lust ingrained
An opened sonnet of life transform
A tapestry still on an open loom
Unfinished here upon this earth
Those golden years, a story of mirth
Their roots deep, fragrant flowers bloom
Two hearts somehow in rapport
Good character, a crown they share
With every gesture and each care
Maybe their overflow will pour
A bond that's never tired nor tire
Their union, an inspiration's theme
A love that's found in every dream
So let us celebrate this pair
I sing of having gratitude,
But then, what is my attitude?
I murmur and complain
For not receiving rain;
Oh LORD, transform my grumbling heart!
I write of having thankfulness,
But then, I drown in anxiousness,
I lament, whine and mourn
And make my life forlorn;
Oh LORD, transform my grumbling heart!
I pen of having gratefulness,
But then, am filled with hatefulness,
I whimper, moan and groan
'bout problems still unknown;
Oh LORD, transform my grumbling heart!
I teach of having thanksgiving,
But then, how am I still living?
I mutter, cry and grunt
When troubles come upfront;
Oh LORD, transform my grumbling heart!
Born prickly crawler
cocooned transformation
Awaken. Ascend.
FUNHOUSE MIRROR (pov)
I am a mirror in which many take place, what you see is not what you get I
can assure you it's all fun in games.
In the same light that slims you down a different angle at that and now you're
round, some I see giggle and share hearty laughs a sensitive youth might cry
as they past.
It looks like as if I have stolen your height or maybe a twist with all of my
might.
For these are silly games in which lights bended my shape. In a funhouse or in
a circus: my cousins you try to escape.
Their lack in humor must make them dull, Because my figment is your fantasy
of you being tall.-Maleeeon
11/28/23
10:13 PM
You asked for no strings attached
So I pull at my lose threads
I feel as though I am about vomit
I don’t recognize who I am anymore and neither do you
But I keep pulling because
You asked for no stings attached
Each imperfection is another lose end for me to pull
…
I am smaller now I have shrunk down to half my size
Because you asked for no strings attached
Would you put me in your pocket and carry me around or would you put me in a box where I could never be found
Passing thoughts so I can ingore reality
The world moves on as I wind down as I pull the last thread I hear no sound
I see no light
I feel no joy
No pain no sorrow
Nothing but a shimmering light
I emerge from a tunnel with all new strings
Bound together by all that is me
I look inside the tunnel that I had left I see you pacing around what is left
A pile of thread that is no longer
Because you asked for no strings attached
Aliens are real.
Everyone around me is sprouting antennae.
They have alien eyes.
It makes me laugh.
They are holding back their teeth.
They will all transform soon.
But my transformation is almost complete.
Let them tear off my limbs!
Like leaves on a four leaf clover.
Which will bring me eternal luck.
I’m very lucky.
I’m very grateful for my powers.
As my family escapes on their spaceship.
Years have come and gone, with softly dancing lights,
Gesturing with wonders, bravely swirling flames,
Changing doubt to faith, remembering Christ’s claims.
Reflecting hope, yearning to still the dark nights.
Years have transformed my heart, feelings, and insights,
Showing me to love, without fear that shames,
Giving and forgiving, not playing mind games.
Sincerely sharing takes your heart to new heights.
Transforming shadows to silhouettes of bliss,
Glittering in hearts, like stars in summer skies,
Promises of peace that summer’s sky won’t miss,
Interpreting dreams who wind’s wrath can’t disguise,
Stirring belief in those who know the soul’s kiss,
Transmutation brings joy, much like love implies.
The Extra Mile Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
placed 3rd
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You better go the extra mile
In order to make others smile
Take care how not to be hostile
Help humans to revive
Leave not people to their own fate
With their worst woes, yours you relate
Truly, it’s a wonderful trait
From it, joy you derive
Give confidence to a loser
Transform totally a boozer
Play well the role of a schmoozer
To let mankind survive
Resiliency, a trait so strong and true,
A force that helps us weather every storm,
And keeps us steadfast, no matter what we do,
With fortitude that helps our hearts transform.
In times of strife, when life seems bleak and hard,
When everything we know is upside down,
It's resiliency that helps us guard
Against despair, and keeps us on solid ground.
It's the power that we find deep inside,
When all else seems to fail us and let us down,
And it's the strength that helps us to abide,
And rise again, when we've been knocked to the ground.
So let us strive to cultivate this trait,
And be resilient, no matter our fate.
Resiliency, a trait so strong and true,
A force that helps us weather every storm,
And keeps us steadfast, no matter what we do,
With fortitude that helps our hearts transform.
In times of strife, when life seems bleak and hard,
When everything we know is upside down,
It's resiliency that helps us guard
Against despair, and keeps us on solid ground.
It's the power that we find deep inside,
When all else seems to fail us and let us down,
And it's the strength that helps us to abide,
And rise again, when we've been knocked to the ground.
So let us strive to cultivate this trait,
And be resilient, no matter our fate.
HARMONIZE AS ONE
I am so glad my Savior's love
Does not give up on me
He knows my heart
And longs to set me free
Free from myself
And all its selfish whims
He daily works
To make me pure within
To transform me
Into His love divine
That through my life
His love will ever shine
He smooths the rough
Places that still remain
And softens ridges
Which may exist and stain
He only knows just
What is needing done
So He and I will
Harmonize as one
Copyright, Kathryn Search
She turned into a palatial palace.
Unsure how herself, but it happened.
One day she was a glorious cottonwood tree.
With sparkling shiny reversible silver and green leaves.
Maybe it was because she had never been a city?
But somehow during the evening she began to transmogrify.
Now she is a city, wearing apartments, skyscrapers and sidewalks.
She likes this too, not as well, but she finds something good about it.
I like changing her one of the goddesses said.
She is a light in the forest, always looking for the good.
And finding it too! Said another goddess.
Shall we keep transforming her?
I do not see why we would stop.
Love will crown you yet
At the same time, it will also crucify you!
Love as sweet as honey was transformed into a closet of darkness
The love that was shared was the end and the beginning
On this road of life, we will come to find ourselves alone for a season!
The scent of bliss will not last forever
Cuddling with fame because
You want to uplift someone’s name can
Be tragic especially if the vision for love is not the same!
Delicate fibres of beauty
Requires unity with the rest of your purpose!
Without the proper functioning of the eyes
We would be plagued with toxins and
Often our eyes deceive us!
Love so firm can transform a man for good or bad
What is really sad is the fact that
The scent of bliss will not last forever!
In reality, on this road of life
We will come to find ourselves alone for a season and
In solitude what love really is!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
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