Transformations Poems - Poems about Transformations

What did I take away from summer camp? Not COVID this year, nor the clap of one hand ringing. But, instead a more resilient health of authentic sacred wealth TransFormative dance singing integrity's great synergetic bromance. Polyphonic men mind and body embracing polypathic gods re-imaging polytheistic goddesses engaging all us in-between communal transubstantiations. My own spirited mind and strong natured body transition has not been solely limited by Others' lack of win/win imagination But also, perhaps primarily and...

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We all celebrate happy endings, But we seldom get to know the messy transformations The messy middles where the roads are windy and no end is in sight, Yet we must continue... Where life seems like quick sand yet every moment is ages long Where we want to find ourselves Yet we find ourselves running away from self Where we are bruised Where hope and...

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TRANSFORMATIONS perceived   daydreams a flas of the conscious   conceived a sudden   salience sufaces causuality   creates i. a state of emergence a poesis  realised in a   vision of the infinite dissolving   dissipating     diffusing a flurry  of simple speech a frothy  excitement of concrete things epithets   decorative thrills so bright yet flash  senility...

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TRANSFORMATIONS a novel rarity prompts &  transforms   a  mood feelings providing joy in the  moment of a backdrop of the simple &the dull  a structured allusion in  a fine line  between interaction & dignity NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable....

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Our demand is to accept the novelty, we must recognize All things in this world has expiration date... We must disuse matter ...

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a circle of talk awaiting remembered secrets of yesteryear alive with surprise perfected in instinctive formal pictures windows of blame flood with trouble & mirror disgust in pitfalls to ...

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The scenery she changes, years pass and it feels like the lows become lower, the pain heavier to bear. She keeps giving herself open endedly, hoping to find some piece of humanity. This big bad world she feels has eaten her alive, the leaves no longer green, and the air no longer fresh upon her tongue. None the less attempts are...

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I wish I was the wind For she is lighter than feathers And never has to worry About gaining even an ounce From the load she carries With a whisper from her lips She dances, lithe and lean Through the stale space she fills Strong, though she seems To be nothing She can also be everything Nowhere and everywhere I wish I was that beautiful Then again, think...

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Grass blades leaking green Leaves succumb to conversion Song bird is silenced ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Inspired by Brian Strands "IMAGES OF FALL " contest!...

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Here I stand with decisions before me Poisonous thoughts infiltrate my mind Mystic euphoria from a non-existent utopia Stimulates my senses and taunts my soul Intervals becoming utter abominations Inhabitants becoming exasperations to my life Meditating on thoughts that seize my mind A treacherous sight arises in horror An almost spiritual phantasmagoria Clenching my fists as these portraits unfold Whimsical feelings once felt in the...

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