Condense Poems

Grief Is a Beast With Weary Eyes

Grief is a beast with weary eyes 
Waiting on a chord unfinished—
The tinny purr—
A waving growl of tambourine,
Death’s rattle sounds the closing bars,
That dissonant finale.

Crest on crest the ocean marches,
Leave forever in their wake,
Repeating patterns, variations,
Enigmas do their shadows make.

Dawn’s dunes of drought, by dusk
Drowned out by moon’s dictates,
Rhythm of the days; advance—
Recede, advance — avast!
But naught to cease, eternal orbit,
The silver body leaves,
New treasures in the dune lands,
Awash with tracks of feet,
Impervious to changing shore,
Where land and water meet.

Grief is a beast with weary eyes,
Packed down on pilgrim’s road,
To the modest nettled tomb,
Where dust to dust are sunken bones.

Your grave will grow no younger,
Unlike you, ever older.
So, rise up the soul, distilled delight,
     Your grave will grow no younger—
Condense to something less,
     Unlike you, ever older—
Alight as crystals on our walls,
Deign to our quiet burdens bless.

WATER AND LOVE: A TANKA DUO LESSON

Water has its ways,
always disappearing, and
always returning:
Evaporating to leave,
and condensing to return:-

No need to worry,
that which you may feel dissolved,
will always be there:
Like water, supreme love is
willed to condense in our hearts:-

Three Cards Left

Three cards left, my solitaire
Didn't add up, as usual
I kept on thinking, if you are there
A new day comes like crucial
Cause it is January the first
A very start of year
And I’m tormented by thirst
To see you soon, my dear
How do you feel, I need to know
I need to see you near
Cause when I’m here all alone
I’m struggling with my fear 
When I’m without you, my soul
My solitude condense
Thus into sensless games I fall
Until you bring the sense.

Fire and Ice

Fire and ice!
The former burns into smoke,
The latter melts into water!
You can stop a fire by water,
But never can you stop water from flowing.
She might turn into vapour if you boil her off by the fire,
But she will soon condense to become a solid ice.
The ashes that lie as residue
and the smoke that suffocates
is what fire is known for!
Burn the evil, breaking the bad.
But before she burns the good,
All she needs is some water to pull her down.
Its not always calm before the storm,
Sometimes all you need is that storm before the calm!
Because remember, fire burns and vanishes, non-reversible.
But ice melts and evaporates but will continue to do so, reversible!
Fire storm or water calm?
Decide what you want to be!

Ambience

Under the intense fog, blurry regime of the city street
Over the condense hope, starry night on the sky fleet

ECHOES OF YES OR NO

A yes or no is imperative; you must be all ears,
Guts must be taught to grab both decisions equally,
Sins are made through impetuousness;
Sit tight, think loud, be gentle with your thoughts;
A journey to the right side of your heart; flows through a tunnel of pity,
Stick with your backbone; strip with a sense of genuineness,
Condense all the haze, decisions made crystal clear like glass,
No guilt and no regrets of your past can interrupt the decisions.
Infer from what the response has served to you, take action.
A yes or no is imperative, can save you from being a liability for yourself, 
also for others.

The Invention of Love

The Invention of Love®

By Mark D. Stucky
When did God invent love?
Does God still hold the patent?
If patent protection expired,
is love now public domain?

How could love condense
from seething plasma
spawned by a Big Bang?

Genesis describes creation,
but how could elusive love
emerge from clay creations?

Although verses proclaim God loves us,
did love exist before humans did?
Were feelings of love present between
the Trinity’s different Persons?
When humans did appear,
was love created just for us?
Or were humans formed in order
to be loved with divine passion?

The answers I would love to know.

(Love® is a registered trademark of God.
All divine rights are unreservedly given.)


(Originally published in Agape Review, 7 April 2022. See also my poem “Trinitarian Equations” and my visual poem “Trinity Dance.”)

(Image by kyuubicreeper on Pixabay.com.)

Seasons Awry

In summer we shatter into pieces of grief 
          In autumn we decay as a fallen leaf

Mizzling rain that dribbles down begrimed window pane
                    Binds me to the chain of an old memory lane

Making balance betwixt two way traffic of solace and pain
       like cold blooded amphibians and fishes that are tame

Sheperd that stands on the bridge betwixt life and death
     Playing flute with petrichor emanating through breath

Taste of green chillies burn,bloom of lillies bewilder
                 Come,as the new rainbow,as the rebuilder

     In winter we melt as white sheet of snow ,and disappear
 and again we condense like colourless water,and reappear

In spring we renew with heather, hopes and flowers
        to fly our kites high above clouds and showers

Written:05-06-2023

The State of the Onion

The puppet pranced
The strings frayed
A jackass brayed
As poppin’ hoppys
Sat and rose
In ballet dance
Of well browned nose
Applause and “clapture”
of Stockholm rapture
A mocking strut
Of failing stature

Overseers jaundiced eyes
Pundits seeking pulitz prize
Dissect the metaphoric frog
Wash it down with pints of grog
Amidst the spin of liars din
They shout pick me let’s ride again

Update quickly twitter feeds
Sating lustful twitter needs
Condense a two hour monologue
Into a twenty-five word blog
Check the facts, don’t be a chump
It’s just another “word soup” dump

John G. Lawless
©2/8/2023

Beautiful

The silken sheet of falling darkness spreads silently
from the down-turned cauldron of deep emptiness, 
shaping the seamless sky in the descending dusk,
shrinking to condense into film of gossamer night.  

The woven tapestry of black blanket stretches slowly
from the edge of the horizon flushed by twilight gleam,
fading away with the flotilla of cloud to the far skyline, 
from where fluid silver flows in the diaphanous night. 

The sound of silence echoes sonorously in the night sky,
the sleeping stars wake up one by one to shine bright
on the bejeweled crown, the sparkling dome adorns,
moonshine makes dream of you for me in amorous night.

In every stardust sprinkled night I wait awake fervently
for you to emerge out of my dream like a beautiful angel,
and walk through the craving corridor of my yearning,
as I am mesmerized by the allure of the beautiful night.

______________

January 31, 2023
Theme chosen : Beautiful
Contest : Writing Challenge- B Word
Sponsored by : Constance La France

Beautiful Night

The satin splatter of darkness drizzles down silently
from the concave cauldron of infinite blankness, 
shaping the seamless sky in the descending dusk,
dwindling to condense into the opaque film of night.  

The silken tapestry of black blanket spreads slowly
from the hinge of the horizon flushed by twilight,
fading away with the flotilla of cloud on the skyline, 
from where fluid silver flows in the diaphanous night. 

The sound of silence echoes in the night sky sonorously,
wakes up the sleeping stars one by one to shine bright
on the bejeweled crown, the enthralling dome adorns,
moondust makes dream of you for me in amorous night.

In every stardust sprinkled night I wait awake fervently
for you to emerge out of my dream like an angel,
and walk through the craving corridor of my yearning,
as I am mesmerized by the allure of the beautiful night.

________________

November 13, 2022
Contest : Beauty Of Night Contest
Sponsored by : Sotto Poet

Flight To Mars

Dim pink lights  blossom in the air
A rat trapped plotted wisely to attract lover
I was sitting just below the full moon
Not for trapped but for consideration. 

 They were engaged deeply
So brain couldn't think rationally
Questions questions questions they asked
To make a foolproof colony on the Mars. 
  
  We designed a radiation free cell to live
A lab to research, solar plates to illuminate
A piece of landscape to cultivate
But it was not sufficient to live on the Mars. 

   We're very close to produce water
With slight change in the wind mill
Nitrogen chilled it's feathers can condense
. 02 water vapour of the air on the Mars. 
 
 In crystal blue sky
Our desires got feathers to fly
Someone was planning to live on the Mars
Other one was ready to broadcast his task. 

 But previous night episode
Distracted completely me to think more
I couldn't respond them
What does Mars need to live more.

Shapes

SHAPES
so playful
&
revelatory
yet
& strange
captivating
meticulous
& exquisite
full
of
conceived
emotion

a stunning
  series
of  radiants
 striations
  dotted here
& there
 with a
 sense
of
 the evocative
 ambiguity
 to
evoke
an
array
of
the
 subtle
to
conflate
&exquisitely
condense
the
understatement
back &forth
in
a
rectilinear
 seam
 of nothingness
in
a
 visual diary
 of
yesterdays

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand

The Star

Star that twinkles up, up, up, and high
It shines the brightest in the darkest night sky
Its radiance, so bright, attracts the peeping slime
To adore it everytime

Brightly shining star that is adored in silence 
Even hate is used as a masquerade
To hide the acclamation and brazen the conscience 
For one can't just mimic its shade

Its shade of bright hues is rare and unique 
Like colors interlaced in a woven fabric
Many envy it and want to mimic 
But only few can clique 

The crabs and the crocs want to be like it 
But the heart of its radiance is difficult to hit 
That is where the pulling begins to condense 
May its radiance become more immense

Drop

Each tiny drop of water makes the large ocean. 

These water droplets pass through various villages, forests, farms and cities till they reach the ocean. Also, some of them even evaporate into the sky and spend some time there as clouds, watching over the planet, roaming around in the atmosphere till they condense and come back to the surface. 

The point is, each water droplet had gone through different stages in its course, enduring diverse conditions, suffering varied hurdles and encountering difficult situations, gathering information on its way. They broke all hurdles that obstructed their way and joined the ocean in the end, their ultimate destination. 

If you look closely into the ocean, you will see the tiny droplets that make them, and each of them has a history, a story to tell.


K.S.Lakshmi

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