Transmogrification – Sonnet

Transmogrification

Sonnet

Travails in justification, the mire of the mind in mutation, perhaps
How it fluctuated, took to morphing without coalescing
Estranged in nature’s abhorrent space, black holes materialize
Preposterous, light so bleak bending, breaking, emerging anew
Reflections reverberate in cognisance, pierce the consciousness traps
Once begun, pray that such a state be only dream within dreaming
Preposterous, real concern, nouveau reality, doubts arise
Once begun, one, only one able to convey passage safely through
Step thee back, take thine passage through the passage of bygone
Insistent insipids traipsing in, muddy thoughts you must know in tow
Thundering head, racing heart, change’s inescapable plight
Indomitable chiselers, grey chips and chunks rebound from bone
Once begun, these manic mechanics never let the ride slow
Nary a peep through sublimation, behold you; a keeper of the right rite

G.R. Hambley ©
April 01, 2017

To change in appearance or form, especially strangely or grotesquely; transform.

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Symptomology – Sonnet

Symptomology

Sonnet

Honest mindful opinion colliding, colluding with emotionality
One approaches cautiously from a position rational to the mind
Whilst almost aware of the fret stepping above, the heart setting time
Deliciously intoxicating with a bitter twist, sober agonizing
Once upon a day of wayward thoughts, epiphany in therapy
In arguments, arrows; in agreements, nods; in passion, blind
Life in love, the carriage ride of the ridiculous and sublime
Once all bars have been annotated, pathways to harmonizing
Voice of insistent pleasing, swearing one and one make one
Each night restless, heart lays heavy beneath clammy flesh
The waking on the morrow, serenade of mourning doves
Having essence fill all the senses, which from you shall not run
Eye promise, the light that binds, two lives, two souls, enmesh
Ecstasy truly is that one and one are one in their divine love

G.R. Hambley ©
December 01, 2016

Disturbing – Sonnet

Disturbing

But necessary how are those of the ilk demented to those cerebral
Any one in full flight uproar draws the kindred to the scene obscene
They’re beyond brash, removed from rash, seemingly just mean
Seething anger, rooted deep in the soul could well be the rascal
Heed of a well placed word never given a single seconds recognition
Inward worldly space where no other is shown the faintest welcome
Tormented displays, tormenting as they meander about in full blossom
Chain of distant current events fuelling enflamed infatuation
Realization of purpose does not remove, solve, or at all excuse
Attempts to diffuse, patience of the saints; of which we are not blessed
Zealots of the church profane, worship best served in solitary space
Ingenious, fraught filled but; lead them to follow the shepherd of recluse
Exodus follows embracing, sanctuary where the cursing are not cursed
Smiling, each day’s break comes quietly; achieved with beguile and grace

G.R. Hambley ©
July 29, 2016

Sabbatical, a sonnet

Sabbatical

Sonnet

Verily, yeah verily, ’tis my way to speak on such worldly ways
An apostle casting back from dalliance on visions experienced
Cries of reasoning set forth, seek ye out those of relevant mind
Attraction solicits interaction, cause requires effective overlays
Traipsing acrost a world existing in pain, the righteous anger
In living for tomorrow, today so very much needs now be done
Only one doing what one can, such lofty stakes hung on a life’s run
Noxious thoughts cease screaming out, move to something far viler
One thing? were it only one, resolve attacked from every angle
Needs of the one, are the needs on occasion, that one must meet
Enough of the matters surrounding in this world’s explicit show
Will works its way to heart, heart’s strings a web to untangle
All this one’s good will spilled, none leftover, calling cavalry retreat
Yes tis true of how all good things come, so inversely, they must go

G.R. Hambley ©
December 15, 2015

Challenge Response To – From The Top

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “From the Top.”

If you had the chance to be reborn, would you choose to return as your present self, or would opt for a fresh start? Tell us about what motivates your choice.

LMAO! This is the piece I released early this morn while the day’s break was still a rumour.

No I wouldn’t choose this way to be. I just found the timing of the topic a scream, so to speak.

Reborn

https://transitionu.wordpress.com/2015/09/17/reborn-sonnet/

Reborn – Sonnet

Reborn

A Sonnet

Argument raging, delusional, institutional, mind space confessional
Motions for, motions against, notions of ability, a maturing stability
Anger without angst, fed, cultured, risen soured dough, delicious repast
Lessons learned, lessons imparted, education in pain by degrees
Evolving, revolving, revolting tales for the cloistered professional
Violence begets laughter, laughter begets heightened emotionality
Over, done, the chance of return to decency, this lot for life cast
Lessons imparted, lessons learned, education continued with decrees
Evolution revolution, signature time, key note struck, danse macabre plied
Natural disorder, chaos and mayhem ensuing from disasters forging
True calling, autonomous evil, smiled upon by maniacal angel fraternal
Indomitable, rampant, emancipation complete, darkness triumphed
Age upon age developing, rage upon rage fermenting, sediment settling
Majestic magnificence, a being of the damned, damning darkness eternal

G.R. Hambley ©

September 15, 2015

 

Meteoric – Woman In Art

Laura Bruj’s Original Photograph and my Art Piece from the photograph.

Laura was gracious and trusting enough from what she has seen of my works to allow me to take her photograph and recreate her image in my style.

Clicking on Laura’s name will get you to her mix of Fashion, Beauty and Drama.

If you’d care to see a few more of my creations then the links and images below will get you to the poetry and art or the image directly.

If you’re interested in “Being Art”, leave me a comment email me from my “About” page.

Etheral or Currents or Awoken Heart

         

Coffee and a 90 Second Sonnet

I’d had to go outside one of my coffee spots to warm up, got looking at the sign and 90 seconds later I had an acrostic sonnet.

Okay so it isn’t classic sonnet style but it’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it.

Something I want to make very clear. The coffee elves are very good about turning the A.C. off when it gets real frosty. The problem isn’t the care and concern of the good elves. The problem is a poorly designed system that won’t shut off because there is no proper sensing of the environment.

And how do I know this you ask? Sheet Metal was my trade. Commercial / Industrial air systems more specifically.

Next, I want my “Canadian Dragon Fish”! A while back coffee spot was running short of all 3 of their brews. They asked if I’d like a combo of what they had. I said sure just give me a 1/3 of everything. Not unusual for me as I’d make my own blend when going to the grocery store.

The blend of the 3 was really good so I just stuck with that mix when I’d come in. I liked it so much I gave it the “Canadian Dragon Fish” name. Coffee elves at the couple spots I frequent liked that I named the blend and they really liked the name I gave the blend.

The 3 coffees in the blend are, True North (Canadian), Pike Place (pike is a fish) and Komodo Dragon (Dragon).

Coffee spot hasn’t had that blend for a while and the current blend is quite good but it just aint as good as my blend. Yes, the coffee elves got to calling it, “Gary’s Blend” and Gary wants it back!

G.R. Hambley © July 11,2015

Slowly Turning A Radiant Blue Under Cold’s Killing Cantankerous Over Frigid Facility Eviscerating Energy

The Way – Sonnet

The Way

Deliciously infectious, inflection of an irreverent ones glad madness
Each word heard becomes chaotic, time space for invitational thought
Voyage of, for, those that were damned to the logic of rational rationale
Overtly stepping up, wilfully taking in, fuelling fluctuating mind space
Urgency harmonizes with desire, the need, the ache to rid this anxiousness
Travellers from afar seeking answer, questions others had not sought
Lovingly everlasting, resolve tempers to resolute, babe in new age revival
Yes there’s a heavy price exacted to live outwardly in this chosen place
Wanton wind fills tattered sail, spine stiffens under torment’s strain
As breezes blew, only answer no, prayers to the power of the wilfully free
Running from in reality a running to, no more can the mind pretend
Practices in poetry recount where the dead living had been pure pain
Everything comes clearly, waves of calm spread oil of languor over misery
Destiny’s divine hell, the wow that only those chosen comprehend

G.R. Hambley ©
June 29, 2015

Distressing Love – Sonnet

Distressing Love

One the only answer in the in love heart’s equation
Children a given, any future holds definite addition
Far away, grieving the only thing you do
Angel crying, taking hold the pain inside you
Never say never, fantasy for those unrealistic
Angel’s red eyes begging of one seeming sadistic
Negotiating, feeding this shared selfish need
Despair over promise given to righteous deed
Fury comes raging , tearing away calm’s shroud
Angel Lucifer bringing terminal music on black cloud
Miracle of two that joined together to become one done
Bringing in to this world with certain passing shunned
Let there be certainty, completely yet sweetly I remark
My beautiful love, forever we must remain apart

G.R. Hambley ©
July 06, 2015