Transfuse Poems

Once Again

Once again I find myself at the whim of these storms.
From peak to valley, to peak again.
I’m spent. 
They take my energy, my focus & desires. Turn them on their head, then shatter them to pieces as though they were never whole. The torment of this story is unyielding and I wonder with breath baited, if the climax will result in a happy ending or a journey in an endless maze, lost forever. 
Fighting tears of hopelessness while mustering courage continues to be the most fragile of processes, one where the demands of life weigh untenable. 
I’m spent. 
However, because I can’t, won’t give up, I swallow these emotions forcing them to the bowels of my soul.
In hopes, the higher me can absolve the defeated nature of my cells, to inspire the vibration of me with life again.
To transfuse my mind and heart to move, to beat anyway. 
In the face of my shadow, my demons, my pain, to heal my wounds, and align me with the light again. 
I relent.

Pearl

Tales many, O pearl, about your formation have I heard,
Some unbelievable, some doubtable, all luring, yet,
In their cautiousness, your soul, the oysters lovingly gird,
As a child in a mother's womb merrily you get set...!

It is true, for months, within your mother's womb you did starve,
Your birth, to the world of lakes, and oceans, is a delight,
Master craftsmen, as other gems, need not cut you or carve,
Midst precious gems, yet, in the global peddle, you shine bright...!

Crowns of kings and queens and gods and goddesses you adorn,
Profound purity of foam-like gold-whiteness in you ooze;
As though the cosmos and the constellations are reborn,
Dust of the sun and the moon and the stars, in you, transfuse...!

None can renounce their enchantment to you, which is boundless,
Your existence, yet, like pure divine presence, is soundless...!!!

Relinquish Imagined Knowing

The scriptures bemuse,
their teachings confuse,
for we
grasp not offered clues
and so win or lose,
we see
that we may so choose
love without excuse,
to be.

Tied to our mind tree,
how can we be free
unless
head and heart agree
to frolic in glee,
undress,
flowing thus carefree,
in a fun filed spree;
no stress.

If we would progress,
fears we must address,
defuse,
that bliss makes ingress
and God may soul bless,
transfuse
His grace to access
cause of soul’s duress,
to cruise.

04-April-2023
Virelai

Daredevil

Like many comrades and councilors of Moon Knight,
Daredevil, Matt Murdock, was in fight and might, bright;
Reservoir of Herculean power and strength,
He could lift thousands of pounds and punch any length...!

Gymnast! Acrobat! Olympic muscle tissues!
He could suffuse or transfuse perilous issues.
Power, born of self-will experimentation,
Fused in him mercurial mobilization...!

Rat or cat or elephant like sharp hearing sense,
Owls and eagles like radar vision effulgence;
Enabled him antidate his environs clear,
And respond and combat with vehemence severe...!

Lion-like he could fight Captain America
Superman, another puissance replica;
Moon Knight and Daredevil, though, fought a tough battle,
Merged to collaborate with warm tittle-tattle...!!!


31 October 2022
Moon Knight Friend or Foe Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori

A Glossy Warmth

A glossy warmth is forming 

On the meadow.

Shallow morning air 

Transfixed  thru every eye.
 
From the memory of the sun’s blood, 

Life is transfused.

Bird and fowl 

Share a common breath, 

Falling into the day. 

Where softness stays

This day remains. 

Like the feathered touch 

Of an old idea, 


This place, this time,

Made for bigger hearts 

Than mine..

Sun Light

in the shadows
primary colours 
        become gold
                            
pastel patches 

transfuse
     the translucent
leaves
          in colour
and
daubs
                all living things

its warmth to bring

each eve
waves its good-bye

this perpetual light

     divides day from night,

Awayfor a Way

Staying away to give a way 
For the best future to sway 
Not only as an individual 
But also as a group in social. 

No more any routine acts 
Not in the quantum of reacts 
Nothing to ponder into for fact 
But surely to have unique  in fact 

We grow to become shorter 
We develop to become wanderer 
We live and die  in this process 
But in within we have wiseness 

Having  physical rest in quality 
Psychological  test in tranquility 
To infuse new lease of energy 
To transfuse strength in synergy

My Dark Plasma

Live streaming my dark plasma
Through the veins of inhumanity
Life coursing like hot magma
A ball and chain enslaves my sanity

I scream myself into a coma
Silenced like a shattered screen
A hourglass in flaming Roma
The sands of time transfuse the scene

Live streaming my dark plasma
Through the veils of poverty
Love is mocked like a stigma
Bleeding hearts seek diversity

I stream myself in full colour
Blind to my painted black face
Struggling to fit into a white collar
Rejected from here to no place

My cloud's the belly of a great white
I drown in his acid rain creation
At the sight of his crushing double-bite
For I'm just a drop in the ocean

The pale face of a thousand generations
A million dislikes we unconsciously seek
A history channel of uncensored discrimination 
My dark plasma has no life left to soak

Blues of the Damn'D

Public buildings are burning under a horoscope of learning, the zodiacs are aligning into a confinement of coercing. A people begging for some peace maybe a chance to pause repeat, hypothetical formalities are what we continue to feed.

Maybe in another time not much different from our own, we could walk the streets without these hoods, and not expect to get stoned.

In reality we are burdened with another's cross to bear, while children sleep in our streets and no one seems to care.

Santa isn't coming this year thanks to our parents and their addiction, a white Christmas habit is becoming a child's affliction.

Similar in color our elders transfuse an ignorance, singing blues of the damn'd with every school lesson we've ever missed.

One day we'll live our lives just like you lived your own, passing down to our children all the seeds that you have sewn. Bloodlines to keep conflicting all the amenities we are committing to the selfish and the helpless mouths as we continue in this force feeding.

Wonderful

World of wonder and grace Blues

Ocean’s foam green hues a silent love in a canoe

Nature’s blooms transfuse as we lie embraced  

Dreams continues to rendezvous  in our hearts subdued

Eyes Azul melting look in the moonlit night pearl

Relinquished of its frail cloudy veil

Faraway the fawning celestial sky 

Unafraid of unblinking space

Love surrenders to the wonderful un-erased world



1/5/2016

Poetry Contest:  Wonderful-Acrostic 
Sponsored by: John Hamilton

Mother Earth

Mother earth...once young and vibrant,
poured life into all her children
with each new earth beat.
Now lays weakened...like a child across her mother's chest.
The universe cries out...her tears shed as falling stars,
as she cradles the earth to her bosom.
The cancer of indifference spreads,
as the battle rages on between those who would transfuse her
and those who would steal her last drop of life's essence.
She gasps as even her life's breath is polluted.
Her water's which were once sparkling and pure,
now course through her river veins...
infusing her with poison,
which now seeps into the very heart of her.
Will help come in time?

             P.R.Deremer

Belief

Which mortal soul cannot comprehend
The Deliciousness of bodily paradise
Moisture filled, blood of melodious incarnation 
Passional insinuations, not state of grace
Mouth savour distaste an ashamed assumption
Transfuse her fire, absorbed in ravines 
Faithful souls, captivity relinquished
Split fruit pours forth; judgemental devotion
Torments unheard, Possession, Desire
Beauty and love; Transparent Impotence
Smouldering a true Illuminated repentance
Points of sin against the embroidered sky
Representing restrained conscientiousness 

Chasing the night; Barren pleasures
Cleansing the day; Purest soul soars
Cloud of thoughts; Whites of innocence

Suffers sin for pleasure; Attend to thee
Up; Ravished vaulted space; Faith; Eternity


Awaiting, their next disgrace!

Vacancy For Poems

Inspiration is stymied by these walls
Deeper into a depression she falls

All she needs to do is go outside
And on a unicorn she will glide

The splendor below is God’s great gift
And it feels so free to be adrift

Meadow flowers shine in rainbow hues
A lazy dog is taking a snooze

Emerald forests make her smile
Something she hasn’t done for a while

Puffy clouds above release her muse
Imagination does transfuse

The “no vacancy” sign is gone
God’s gifts give impetus to write on



*For Diane Christian’s “Inspiration” contest

Music

Music is my bliss, happy, alone in my room
I hear the drumbeat, boom boom boom

Hours go by, slip away, one, two, five
Lyrics speak to me, deep, I’m so alive

Hip hop, jazz, rhythm and blues
Music unto me transfuse

The music lives in me, magnificent, sublime
I just want to jump, dance, move in time

Egos On Display

So many people complain when they lose

To gain better rankings, judges they schmooze

And if they don’t place, their egos are bruised

They even use blogs simply to recuse

To some extent, these attacks may amuse

But their true intent is to light a fuse

Comments from favor seekers surely ooze

Superlatives they always overuse

They don’t know how to give honest reviews

“Luv” is a word they quite often misuse

Seeking to have their poems perused

But tell them the truth and they’ll sing the blues

It’s a game of getting comments and views

If you don’t play, they will transfuse

Words of anger from an inadequate muse

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