Best Condensing Poems

A Cup Runneth Over

My cup in dry abyss boils over
Condensing dewdrops in vapors of blessing
Into foaming condensed extracts
Like effervescence of divine dust
That bubbles up to the rim.

Rescued like a fallen star
From arid droughts
You send my thirsting emptiness
Like a winter deer to search for streams 
And...

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Free Verse

I live not far from humankind the cradle that is of
what and where we are all coming from Johannesburg
so they say and going to one human race of every colour
no need for power domination colonializing margins

The ‘dark continent’ where the ‘savages’ did not abide
by...

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Grounded are the feet that be in the elemental earth
Bounded we the legs that keep the motion of walks
Rounded is the dirt beneath as the pressure begins to mound
Founded the discovery to uncover knowledgeable talks 

Sculpting melding seeping 
The soil underground flowing heated molten
Melting shaping...

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A parting shot

	  Baristas bang to level the grounds
	  Constant caffeinated sounds
	  Murmured speak of 'where to next'?
	  Lonely figures sit and text
	  Gluten-free on plates piled high
	  Condensing people passing by
	  Foreign tongues that click and slur
	...

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Looking In



May I lean on the cold glass now
and look into a world stolen from me
condensing words to cold brittle panes
obscuring my likeness

I am no longer there

And as you abide now
in the transplanted warmth of my heart
I will try to kiss the continuum 
that was...

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The frost is in my toes, 
                                      ...

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HOW I WOULD DESCRIBE MYSELF

People often say to me 
“What can you tell me about yourself” 
guess it’s my duty to explain to them 
and so I look them in the face and reply 

My eyes are deep like two tiny oceans 
just be careful...

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Understanding Nature

Part 1: What (I Think) God Wants You to Know!

Some people don’t understand Nature,
Feel death and pain prove there’s no God
Or if there is He is a monster,
His empathy for us a fraud.

They say all of Nature’s uncaring,
No reason to posit a God,
No Creator...

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Enfolded by pure blue light
Bridging the gap to heaven
Angels' voices carry solace
Distinctly, they resound

The encircling orb drifts
Ever-morphing, ever-changing
Ominously levitates
Lingers atop the badlands

Soapy force-field, of silken woven dreams
Pushing, into the ashen unknown
Splitting shadows
Sullen charcoal black, to a hopeful chrome

Convulsing, the pulsing orb of light
A presence alike...

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WE ARE POLLUTION
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In the beginning, its said we were just dust,
Conjecture or, simply words I don't trust.
Even the big bang theory is not a positive must.
For the truth in all manner of things, I do lust.
I know it's out there, we've just scratched the crust.
I...

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I wish I could be clearer too
But when a mirror comes to view
I find reflections blur the tons
Of promises I've yet to keep.
The virtues to which I aspire
Just kindling in God's cleansing fire
A testament to what I've spent
In daytime dreams before I sleep.

At times my...

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Dark cultures of irritating dissonant pearls,
pearl persons,
perelman,
decomposing zero-souled wisdom,
nondual dark beauty
wherein peace reigns beyond fear
of transparently codestined lives 
with deathly thresholds reflecting new moon delight,
dancing and singing bright bachanal
through fading dramatic
epic operatic
dreams 
of future adventurous advents,
co-operative eco-normic identities.

Co-gravity teaches and listens 
within our mutual messianic...

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If my words could be fashioned into a weapon,

I would write a poem for each of my brothers on the other side of the world as a means of self defence

against one false accusation to the next,

to the constant failure to pass an "innocent appearance"...

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Through my closed eyelids the soft light 
looks at my skin, warm from the sun.
I hear no one and wish anyone were here.
My chest inhales to cool my blood, pounding,
saying, 'flight or fight'.

'Touch me', I think. If you were here, you would touch me.
Hands cool...

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I Just Am


“In the ever present moment
you just are.”
That was it!  All he said in response
to my pleas for enlightenment.
Just be where you are
when you are supposed to be there.
Which I eventually figured out
meant always.
“How will I know if I am there
when I’m supposed...

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