ALCHEMIST INFLUENCER-:-
mysterious
hype-ster
transformer
changing
malleable
to GOLD NECROMANCY
buzzing
social
sorcery
thaumaturgy
attracts
with STRATEGIC TRANSMUTATIONING
ambassador
curating
dwimmercraft
protoscientificist
niches
It’s a little bit warmer,
Much better than colder,
For time’s a transformer
And thus, I am older.
We’re subject to weather
Beyond our controlling
And, lone or together,
There is no cajoling
Since Nature likes toying
With our expectations
And, though it’s annoying,
We make adaptations.
The heaviest jacket
Is not what I’m wearing.
This cold, we can hack it,
But I am preparing
For temps to start crashing
Once we think we’re past it
As Nature, eyes flashing,
Will once again blast it.
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.
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.
A terrorizing bang had my heart take a giant gulp.
I sat for a second, waiting for the next bang.
Is the word ending?
I ran outside to see
All the lights in the neighborhood went out
With a whistle and a whizzing sound
We saw them flip off all at once
It was dark now, no stars or street lights
What would happen next?
I expected stormtroopers to march up to me
I figured we would all be shot in the dark
No witnesses because none of us could see anything
There was a bit of rain, but it was not loud any more.
Sat in a porch chair, feeling alone and compromised.
We did not have electricity for four hours.
Discovered later that lightning had struck a transformer.
It is in the hottest month of April, The hot sun is disappearing slowly, Suddenly the sky is covered by clouds,
Mother is rushing towards the upstairs,
Tasty sago fryums are drying there, The south -west monsoon wind blows swiftly, Hot summer thunder is roaring loudly, Bright lightning is plucking the eyes, The cattle are running towards the sheds , Birds are taking asylum at the trees, A dust storm is circling the narrow streets, The nearby transformer bursts noisily, The entire domain is in dense darkness, No wonder,it's the sign of summer rain.
The grand ode to life.
Though your time has passed, your spirit remains
And in there, I find comfort.
You were a father to many, a role model to all.
A sweet reflection upon the seas,
A soothing sun setting on the sea.
The rollercoaster of emotions, with ups and downs,
Twisting and turning, bringing both joy and sorrow.
The sage of wisdom, hope and inspiration.
A toast to every dreamer's greatest triumphs.
A sweet scent to the world.
The transformer of life by a single spark.
Your words linger, but I have to let you depart
Let your smile be your wings as you soar to new heights.
Churches falling apart
In this breaking many hearts
Judging outside the four walls
Not within that keeps one at stall
We don't need a open door on every corner
But more open within through the transformer
This could be a good thing
For ones to come together and sing
To put Christ first in our life
Not division causing misery and strife
Could we come together with love
The world has enough who shove
To hear one talk of Christ as past
Has not reached out to grasp
We need to see the foolishness of many teaching
God's spirit through Christ is the one to be preaching
To think God how did ones before us make such mess
In your word is the only true peace and rest
The hidden mystery of treasures within
That one can tell the world of your win
We need to have a new awakening
To many lost hearts are breaking
I've come to accept
I'll never do laundry
without losing a sock
I'll never know how
to fold a fitted sheet
or...
...even the face in the mirror
I just don't know why
after having never done so
no more than once or twice
I still believe I can fly
I want to be
one of those pretty birds
who
effortlessly sings
spreads its wings
and pierces the sky
but why try I think sometimes
I might be
I 'm just another broken butterfly
after all
I'm always the white knight
trying to love one
like Jesus
I'm good with things on the ground
like beer, whiskey, and pool
drugs, thugs
what walks the street
the darkness
doesn't consume me
it's just comfortable
but
not
my best happy
what?
do I have to die to fly?
you know how I try
sending words to the sky
believing they'll lift me
well
laugh out loud
I'm just another one
in the
deluded crowd
or
maybe
nobody gets me
yeah
the transformer truck beeps
and backs down the street
it forgets to pick up my garbage
that's okay
it's just another day
I lost a sock
tried to fold a fitted sheet
and
accepted the face in the mirror
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
It is a business truth
And transformer of lenders into Ruth
Who have been infamous Shylock
Or a hesitant safe with lock ...
A borrower to soften his voice
And watch its magic
By far more helpful than a cobra’s poise
Or Insistent Logic;
A lender’s lost key to his savings booth
Quietly warranting a hammer or Jaguar’s tooth
The voice of the badly broke
When penury has begun to choke
Should be often tender
To the rescuing lender
The broke an unconditional blender
For the service lender has to render.
What a Charmer
She was a snake charmer’s daughter
Mother did all the same things before her
Her mom did it best
For she was well blessed
Her daughter was smaller and shorter.
Yet she's a beautiful performer
Charming all the snakes there before her
Only wears rubies
Upon her boobies
And sequins light up her transformer.
Beneath the stars and moonlight she glows
Dancing with bells on fingers and toes
With ducks and dives
She brings snakes alive
Including those pounding in trunk hose.
6th January 2022
The Snake Charmer Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
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
The female calendar
The night cosmos opens the earth to moisture,
germination of the moonlight rejoice.
Tenderizing the ground to reach the underwater sight,
mist of luminous Moon light from the pull of monthly tide.
Moon phases of the great cosmic dance,
fertilization in the ovum of darkness to advance.
Circulation of blood and sap in plants,
the mother calendar naturally grants.
More difficult to observe the orbit of the Moon,
then that of the earth around the Sun.
The earth spirit as transformer by protoplasmic intention,
capable of reciprocal relation with all its creation.
It is cosmos to those who know the way,
and chaos to those who lose it by rational stray.
The female live in the lunar circle of body,
becoming and changing the order of everybody.
The secret time keeper and its flowing,
the witnessing of the body growing.
Moon, mind, calendar, menstruation, month,
Honeymoon, fortnight, fertility crunch.
When the paradox splits into dualism,
the act of natures consciousness as prism.
I’ve battled pain
That left me feeling so alone
It left my heart slain
With a sword I’d never known
~
The battle was sordid
Beating my heart and soul
Soon I’d be rewarded
Because I’d meet my goal
~
When I felt so lost and alone
God sent me His pure love
With sensations I’d never known
Gifts from the angels above
~
Grieving my losses
Seemed all there was to do
But there were the crosses
To remind me of what I knew
~
With Jesus, I will always win
Battles fierce and fearful
With Jesus, no matter where I’ve been
Love alive is so skillful
~
With Jesus, the battle is won
It only takes God’s armor
All and all, it’s said and done
His Love is my transformer
~
I’ve battled the worst
And won with His love
Pain that is reversed
Sent on wings of a dove
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