Bald eagles soared to climax
winds following suit
reaching Mother Moon’s orbit
pink-blue wings swirling in space
feathers reach essences dissolving
Love innocent endures —
Breastbones transmuted at
point of no return
we sailed into Void, fluid
zéro apogee in vastness
stoic points absent to
pierce poinsettia
throbbing Hearts
bleed red —
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Silver Winner Poem
Allpoetry: Sept 26
Form : Brevity
Prompt : apogee
Twas only glimpses
For eons into days
That TRUTH arose
Exposed, bathed
In a glorious light
The heart grew
From a whisper
Hope expanding
Into uncontainable
JOY
I observed
I experienced
I processed
I transmuted
I restored
...and now, now I see
The master plan
Unfold the brilliant
Mind of LOVE
Descended into matter
Ascending in WISDOM
Through mercy and grace
To take the appointed place
From womb
To fully embody
PEACE
..and now, LOVE moves
Written by Trudy Schrader on 09-09-2026
My window on the world resonates
with the resounding chorus of colors.
The passing light creates a montage
of charismatic chromatic geometry.
At noon, I see the radiance of ruby,
tempering to tinge of topaz at dusk.
The kaleidoscope of transmuted light
refracts the stained rays of my longing.
Blown down on, morning-mild.
Breathed out, afternoons
Of that, for which this heart swoons
Life. Rhythmic; restful.
The element of air
Itself transmuted.
Listen! Grassed, hoppered, wing'ed.
Of harmonists full.
van Gogh’s yellow transmuted — s a p p h i r e
on palette before my irises
faded sunflowers become
black butterflies
F l uttering
on outskirts of red beginnings
from cocoon onto canvas
is it my blue seraphim core
they seek to touch ?
astounded I splotch violets whispering
so they have nectar to quench
birthing thirst_____ white
sinking back into
sapphire SEA
I report to Neptune
all is well ~
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Unnamed Painting : Suzanne VanBebber
Private : Image Copyright : Oregon : May 26
Silver Winner Poem : Allpoetry.com : May 26
Assessor : Suzanne VanBebber
Custodian of incessant soliloquies,
Archivist of trivialities disguised as profundities.
Into vaults descend labyrinthine anxieties,
Transmuted into parables of mockery and wit.
Encouragement cloaked in paradox,
Sermon of consolation tinged with ridicule.
Half in million, statistical anomaly,
Ordinariness revealed with exquisite precision.
Treasure precarious as porcelain,
Ovum of existence, fragile, irreplaceable.
Cradled with tremulous reverence,
Specter of irrevocable fracture ever present.
Clandestine tribunal, unlicensed oracle,
Ironic salvation, satiric devotion.
Dependence masquerades as devotion,
Intimacy parades as inevitability.
Indeed she is my Rosemary.
@ArtOfHeart
vibrant formless presence looks in within
in-form nodes glisten as kundalini chooses
in witness mode we partake of divine grace
enablements are bestowed as God transfuses
with the instrument of lower mind now rested
no thoughts arise since our heart is quiescent
each cell is slowly by God’s touch transmuted
revealing our soul’s quintessence luminescent
Before the first moonlight spilled down upon us like winged doves from the sky
we were fettered together like lovers were,
In passion not yet transmuted into devotion to one another.
Above us rose a virgin sky void of stars
of constellations that would map out our cosmic future.
You, son of Adonis in my wide eyes, me, an idol of Inanna,
Convincing the future to never let this die,
Not knowing as of yet that Amphitrite and Poseidon’s coercive alliance
would coax us down the coast where we would seek refuge
in the surf and away from the trappings of winter’s swirling snows
and snarling winds.
Many years into a union of rings of gold and diamonds,
tumultuous at times but mostly heaven falling with her
heaviness upon us.
We fight side by side for a peace that seems so easily bestowed
upon others
And yet, like the ashes of Kilauea we rise without choking
At night we listen for the songs of our children
Born and unborn
reminding us we are wrapped in the protection of cashmere Carolina twilight.
One of life’s sunshine days
A pleasant walk down to the river
Scene of all basking in high summer sun
Sheep graze roaming enamoured of the warm grass
The river flowing passing on its ancient meandering way
A self carved path by an enticement no choice drawn to the sea
And over the river and water meadows comfy white cottages seen
The bright garden colours given now a soft focus by haze and distance
Onto the river bridge the weight an impetus of water a few feet down below
Grey stone ancient buttress shaped by old artifice granting water a gentle pass
Auric and glistening the strong suns noonday blazing light beams down
Lit the riverbed of soft golden sands transmuted a bronze by depth
Flanking green reeds softly sway the gentle current persuades
Shadows shapes seen moving contrary and counter way
Lovely minnow’s dark tops sides a silver hidden
Viewed unseen but in this summer light
Serendipity favour a glance a view
Perhaps a little peep
Of heaven
The Riders of the Grey Smoke
In a dark dream
Lost in the Midnight Garden
I looked for you
Within its semi-darkness
I walked through the softly blowing winds
Of The Lands of the Ether and Blue
And called out loudly to you
Praying you'd answer
To help me get through
But in that dark dream
Lost in the Midnight Garden
It stayed so silent
That only the swirling grey smoke whispered
In a gentle voice
Go back, traveller
For there is no rescue
For no familiar voices
You know
Are here to answer
Or waiting for you
Only us
The Riders of the Grey Smoke
Known as Asphodel Meadows
Necromancers
Who gives you this choice
Or you could stay
And be transmuted into this grey smoke like us
To serve a new queen
To eternally rejoice
What says you
The walker
From beyond
The Lands
Of The Ether and Blue
Do you want to join us
And never need to be rescused
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Image shared under fair usage policy.
organic form a playground
for us as kundalini to express
desire as of choiceless choice
to feel bliss borne by the union
of in-form polarities orbiting heart
wherefrom surging forth as rapture
living light of Self prismatically displays
the full spectrum of the rainbow within
and as our body is transmuted thus
presence sees how ego vaporises
consumed slowly by the flame
wherein during the process
we are both this and that
within the oscillation of melting clocks,
our poltergeists of times long expired…still reverberate~
tainted ticking echoing
in an everlasting tug of war,
pushing and pulling,
throwing barbs at bleeding hearts
oh, how the echoes distort reality,
haunting perfect illusions~
remnants of misunderstood souls
caught in constant conflict…
what was once a beacon of love~
transmuted inhospitable confusion
words, warped by borderline delusions,
each syllable twisted and contorted,
blind rationality,
unraveling the ties that bind,
wrapping them around suffocating throats,
choking on harsh accusations~
until we became irrelevant
irretrievable phantoms~
perpetually confined
within stupefied misapprehension…..
ephemeral are objects heart desires
fleeting is joy and lingering is pain
cause of suffering is seeking outcomes
ignorance is our sin, desire the chain
simply recognising that body-mind
is an earth vehicle, an interface
which we as eternal presence ensoul
by God’s grace, steps towards truth we retrace
everything in this realm is polarised
enabling movement in space, clocked by time
yet do not both these fetters disappear
whence drenched with rapture betwixt bliss beats chime
God speaks to us as whispers in the void
His language is love, as conscience cajoles
befriending silence, clear light within dawns
when ego recedes, soul re-writes life’s goals
simply by melding our head with the heart
inner conflict ends and we stand erect
pheromones mingle, our eye’s then single
no longer on shores of darkness shipwrecked
upon choosing to dwell in cessation
divine magnetism pervades feeble form
we become that we had set out to seek
transmuted thus in love’s benign bliss storm
what should we write about
which node deserves higher praise
when as a seamless whole we so burn
cells transmuted wherever bliss mists graze
a ghost from our past
visited us this morning
like a wandering entity
with a message of hope
the person he spoke to
no longer lives here now
having since transmuted
as a beacon of living light
the silhouette of our past
yet heard out the apparition
for perhaps he did bring
greetings from the universe
outcome any in as ordained
we embraced and released
the dance of life in motion
feeling a strange emptiness
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