Best Condenses Poems
snow falls
as silently as sleep
pressed snowflakes
icicle flowers
between the wind and windowpane
melt their way to sill
polished chrome darkness shivers
ankle deep in frost
night’s breath spills
along the frozen glass
its silver shadow rolls
and condenses with the dawn
night’s epitaph
written in blue mercury
trickles down my windowpane
in the light of a new day
WATER
Water Invigorates the Human Body
Hydration is so important for our body’s creation
to maintain as we play, run, and exercise
Our fluids start leaving our body through sweating
Dehydration can be life-threatening
Requisite is so important for water filtration for our benefit
Safe, clean drinking water to filter and make definite
Safe water supply , impermeable with safe amount of fluoride
Adequate drinking water is however, scarce in many hot regions
Precipitation released from the clouds in different forms;
Water cycle to our Earth
It cools and condenses into rain,
freezing rain, snow, or hail in the clouds
falling to the surface clean and clear
Water evaporates from the surface of the earth
rising again into the atmosphere
It varies in the amount that falls thought out the world
Making our earth seventy-one percent water
Besides the water that exists beneath the Earth’s surface
Leaving twenty-nine percent continents and island
Three point five percent is freshwater lakes and in crystallization form
As glaciers polar ice caps
If you could melt all the ice, the sea level would rise
Water itself is not blue, water gives of blue light upon reflection
Water invigorates the human body, animals, and plants
It is also important element on earth to survive
No water no life on earth
4/12/2016
Contest Name Second Chance #3
Sponsor Broken Wings
Yes finalized 4/17/2016 12:00:00 AM
1) HYDRATION (2) REQUISITE (3) PRECIPITATION (4) IMPERMEABLE (5) INVIGORATE (6) CRYSTALLIZATION
Drifting in the vacuum, I see a sun rising
Pulled inexorably towards the event horizon
Infinity condenses into a single quark
Lighting the universe bathed in the dark
I see the charm of its strange, beautiful truth
Came up from the bottom; like a galactic baby tooth
The super symmetry of fundamental force
Has set us on an interminable course
The quantum mechanic can not fix our car
Because our neutrinos all have zero charge
So I guess we will hitchhike to the next star cluster
Led by a supernova and all its luster
12-5-2016
I leave the
fiction outside,
it belongs
with the cold.
Our friction
makes a satisfaction
that condenses on
glass
and the windows
weep for us.
I breathe in
the sweet smell
of wine-tinted
moans
and heave heavy
a sigh.
Her hands were happy,
she fluttered them against
a cliché sense of blue in the air
and laughed when the allure of
the flowers further on trilled against
her skin. She submerges herself in light,
filtering through veined jade appendages.
-deeper-
Life is what she lusts for,
twirling in circles with the moon
to see if she can become a world of her own.
She picks roses and strips the petals
to smell the thorns –and shakes her head
because none of her pain is original.
Even so, she breaks into a run, bitter
at the dust beneath her and
every single one of the
footprint after footprint scars.
She might as well not even try the other road,
they tell her.
-the light bends around her, she rubs her eyes
to rid them of the green edge-
She realizes too late, the thorns are disappeared.
The path stretches on without end –it draws her into
a malachite mist.
She inhales slowly and
gags against the moisture that now
condenses on the walls of her lungs.
Clawing at her tongue, she stains her fingers
with mucous.
-The sky bleeds poisonous green arcs-
-what happened to the blue-
The heels of her palm against her eyes
-a vain attempt to salvage color-
she screams as she turns –
inside out, emerald. She feels them
sour, glassing over premature
and dripping venom. Liquid
strains her veins against her clouding skin.
She vomits bark,
desecrating the space between her toes –
putrid, willowy leaves sprout from her hair.
She looks up as if from beneath miles of
sea water, her undulating legs firmly rooted.
-I don’t want it-
she says faintly.
and the forest groans against her weight,
settling slowly like ash on the residue of thorn-ridden existence.
-The pulse glows green-
The clock morphs
time condenses
a singularity,
a hundred million
years beyond
a universe exploded
rippling to inhabit
chasms of emptiness,
illuminated and mirrored
trillions of stars rotated
yet the hush was gone
and the hiss was heard
Just what all this maybe
an alchemy of systems,
mathematical unknowns
undiscovered yet seen
unseen but heard
so much of this absurdity
of life, of existence
a mystery
all of it
A blessed beautiful
secret, that I'll never know
but granted eternity
god may whisper it
to my ear
The light is absorbed within the great wall
The darkness fills all that’s here completely
The light condenses, becomes the dark call
Rain comes crashing in with clouds quite tall
There seems to be lots of insanity
The light is absorbed within the great wall
The wind blows, it whips around on a ball
Hopelessness hits a few, fear hits many
The light condenses, becomes the dark call
It’s so dark, and so slick you sure might fall
Sour look is from lack of tranquility
The light is absorbed within the great wall
Fortress that the storm emits makes you crawl
The dark sky makes sure it’s light you can’t see
The light condenses, becomes the dark call
Storm rages, nothing about this is small
Light fades fast within the dark certainly
The light is absorbed within the great wall
The light condenses, becomes the dark call
Russell Sivey
If I Were
IF I WERE
IF I were the clouds,
I would rain love on your heart's garden
I would rain and even rain snow
I would make your heart icy
So that when it condenses,
pure water of love would flow.
Then the cycle continues
If I were the sun,
Beam of my love would meet your eyeballs at a perfect angle
I would scorch until the tears in your eyes frizzle.
Every ray would have a meaning,
so that even without words,
You would look at me and give a smile
If I were the moon,
My illuminated body would show you the way to my heart's gateway,
so that when the world's darkness leave you alone,
my light of love would rekindle your hope.
You would stand and look at my yellow face
You would look until you get infected with the fever.
If I were you,
I would make my heart have a deep sleep.
For mine is there to be her guard
It is a promise he needs to keep,
so don't even say 'Thanks'
what to do for spilt blood,
naught else but to write,
urgently before it dries,
dies, these words,
would produce little affect,
had they been vein written,
draw red out from the surface,
blue or black,
as stilled waters they run,
deeper, drowning in depths opaque,
ink this is my blood,
perception and repetition,
the unwelcome servants of time,
suffer through reliving,
side effect of the subjective,
by the cliffs the wind,
toils but never tires,
a stranger to love's bidding,
floating upon the sea like fog,
fall through the frame,
never down but inward,
windows of sight close,
veiled they drift away,
the mind recedes within,
even as imagination projects,
ether dreams keep the gates,
the soul confined insensible,
night and its oceans,
run on from Marathon,
the conscious life provides no cross,
examination another season staring vacant,
these walls can speak,
only my name,
guilt is the nightmare you know,
will come tonight,
premonitions of a past,
that is present,
the faithfulness of a familiar spirit,
history and hypothesis press,
on both sides,
until all condenses to singularity,
a point abstract and finite,
nonexistent,
guilt is an alter no sacrifice satiates
The light will still fade, if I take you in my arms,
but your eyes will be closed, safe in our secret light.
The wind will still quarrel with the trees,
but your ear will be near my chest, as
the wish to be here with you, always, repeats,
as if it will do any good, but
right here, right now,
as Summer condenses into warm honey,
your thought spreads through the jar of my body from base to brim,
heat I cannot give, only return to it's rightful owner.
The world will still be cold; the world will still be cruel,
even as my arms give you rest,
but I will give you rest,
until it comes to take me too.
9-18-2017
cloves in oranges
cinnamon and rain
steam condenses
on cabinets and windows
and as tears
on bric-a-brac angels
purely decorative
their existence in
my mother’s kitchen
I never understood
he inhales and becomes one with the moon
carries a spoon in his heart
to gather kindness and compassion
love is only complete with his other half
dancing like children
sharing reason and emotions
holding up when one of them falls
lightness sheds the weight from his shoulders
as he leans on his lover
in times of shine and seeming eclipse
imbued by lunar absorption
he radiates condenses reflects
on the stellar complexion
of walking in lockstep
as their footprints shape patterns
into the sand of togetherness
21st February 2023
Waddles the Water Cycle is a continuous movement of water on Earth so he never stop
working. He always busy working because Waddles has three major process.
When the sun's energy strike the water on the land and water surface, its time for Waddles
to go to work. The water evaporates adding gaseous water vapor to the atmosphere.
The sun sure make Waddles all heated up but Waddles need to cool off. As Waddles cools
off, water vapor condenses and eventually falls as precipitation (rain, snow, or sleet).
When plants have enough of Waddles, Waddles exit the plants during transpiration,
evaporation from the plant's leaves.
Now, when Waddles isnt held back by plants or bound by soil particles, he either runs off
into a river and streams or restores groundwater.
Waddles will reenter the atmosphere by evaporation, condensation, and precipitation. But
wait! There more! Waddles will never stop because Waddles continuously move water between
the land, bodies of water, and the atmosphere.
Drops of water serve as hydration
Requisite to efflorescence
Prismatic rose flower buds
Rain precipitation
Quenchs the thirsty soul
Under rainfall
Afternoon
Beach shore
Stroll
Impermeable skin saciates
And invigorate with water
Energizing with the fuel
That condenses in a
Crystallization
Of crystalline
White lotus
Water
Pond
4-7-2016
compassionate beauty flowers from the innermost pain, ignore the words stirring amongst an abnormal brain, and when i speak to much truth just label me insane, weak minds will never understand the knowledge in which i obtain. surrounded by deaf ears and corrupted tongues, the spiritual smoke of revelations condenses within my lungs, leading me to the vast fields of psychological warfare, the dimensions of this synthetic reality begin to tear, euphoria almost to strong to bear with kaleidoscopic visuals of infinite spiraling portals upon which i stare, what i see within myself could be the beautiful glow of a dream or the ugly darkness of a nightmare. captivation within thyself commences the construction of a psychological imperium, to unveil the true form leaves all speechless like a sociological delirium, yet they remain blinded by illusions as if abnormally elongated cilium.