Long Condenses Poems

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Premium Member Analogue Dialogue

Analogue Dialogue

When one experiences the Past looking forward
          And views the Future through a long-gone lens
                    Moments change over the ticking of timeless time

It’s not a race but steady steps pacing reflection

Tim ponders digital progress in restless confusion
          Watches through hands of an old-fashioned watch
                    Winds down his arrest winds it up every so often

Beautiful precision handed down from his grandfather

An ancient time piece and manual from another world
          He caresses memories novelty progress’ regressions
                    Regrets not that cherished instants have passed on

He hears listens and answers absorbs and condenses

The worn leather strap braces together held meaning
          As the face dials fortune foretells what cannot be lost
                    While the crown creaks rusty and unwilling to budge

Something breaks under his fingers shouts ‘Stop it'
          'You fool are trying to enforce your silly impatience
                    I am delicate and precious have my very own stride’

‘Conquer your own battles and leave me pristine for a while’

Confusing perspective with vigour Tim had overturned
          With one last twist in unwilling frustration such an
                    Imperturbable wisdom that force yields gentle compassion

His children smile not with remnants of Schadenfreude
          Had he not forgone their obvious spinning conclusion
                    That one must go with new wonders and scions of science

But Tim wields new resolve in repair of himself and his analogue ticker

30th July 2018


Premium Member Under the moonlight, the train whistles like a specter of the night

Under the moonlight, the train whistles like a specter of the night,
Through the veil of silence, carrying stories and secrets of old.
A girl with ebony eyes descends, her heart turned to stone,
In the station of death, where shadows whisper buried secrets.
In that suspended moment, time shatters like crystal,
And her life condenses into a cold blade, deeply embedded.
In the heavy silence, an unseen hand brings the final pain,
While stars shed silver tears over the faded blood.
Metaphors are born from her suffering, a poem of parting,
Questions drip onto the cold, mute marble floor.
The girl becomes a myth, a story written in the pages of eternity,
Where magic and melancholy intertwine in the dance of fate.
In the station of death, silence becomes an animal that bites at time,
And the train moves onward, toward unreachable horizons.
Under the starlit sky, the world continues its indifferent journey,
Leaving behind the echo of the girl, a whisper lost in the void.
Only the magic of the night keeps her memory alive and bright,
In a world where no one stopped the train for an embrace.
An endless journey, through shadows and ungrasped lights,
In a universe where destiny and dreams are woven with chosen threads.
© Dan Enache  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Water Elements Part 3

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
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

Judul : genangan yang sisah bayangan

Judul : Genangan yang sisah bayangan

Kesalahan masih tergenang, terbayang bayang sampai langit memudar
Putaran emosi masih belum berhenti, tidak akan bisa ku genggam, tak bisa bubar
Tubuh ini bagai pembuangan, yang dianggap hambar

Genangan kenangan terserap, membuih oleh sakit
Genangan kesenangan mengenbun melayang oleh fakta dunia ter cabik capit

Minta maaf, jangan sama kaset rusak
Jangan sama wajah yang sudah koyak
Apa lagi diri ini, bagai debu yang terinjak injak

Maha agung!, hamba sudah rela memudar
Sudah rela di hapuskan
Juga titip pesan kepada mereka yang bubar
Tiup, padamkan, benamkan saja diri ini dunia sudah campak.

English translation :

Titles : Puddles that remain shadows

Mistakes still linger, haunted by shadows until the sky fades.
The swirl of emotions hasn't stopped, I can't grasp it, I can't disperse it.
This body is like a waste product, considered insipid.

A pool of memories is absorbed, foaming with pain.
A pool of pleasure condenses, floating away by the fact that the world is torn apart by claws.

Apologize, not to a broken record.
Not to a face that's already torn.
What's more, this self, like dust trampled underfoot.

Great! I'm willing to fade.
I'm willing to be erased.
I also entrust a message to those who have dispersed.
Blow, extinguish, just drown this self, the world has measles.
Form: Rhyme

Innocent Dreams

Memories of youth after many turning pages still in touch,
captured imaginations painted by passing clouds as such.
The princess of heart enters my dreaming sphere,
by first sight not knowing how she got there.
My castle of dreams in secrecy of captured imagination,
only those things I love allowed in that sensation.
We never spoke and yet I listen to those fractions in time,
seeing you in other worlds not the same.
Frame by frame through many splendid gentle wishes,
leading always to the smiles of first touch kisses.
As tragedies are the parts to purpose senses,
the captured distress of you in me condenses. 
The heroic act by journeying through the land of beast,
facing fiery dragons and dark swordsmen from the east. 
Saved by potions of righteous fortune declaration,
our future had a all written over liberation.
Eons of times later in retrospect of another reality,
the struggle of marriage and its inherited mentality.
The truth by innocent dreams of loving affection,
the never ending stories and its eyes of utopian connection.
Form: Ballade


Premium Member Song of The American Beauty Rose No 3: ABAB

Opulent indulgence amenities
generously upload green thumb senses.
Greenhouse cautions region known as frost tease.
A pastime cores, aloof clock condenses,
held their grounds by abductions amateurs,
urged escape slips scaling agrees to muse,
as petalled lips voiced beauty needs no words,
collision scope of heaven's choice of hues,
evaporates the softening of air,
in wakes of entertaining choirs of awe,
from an arrested audience who dare,
beauty bows to its mentor ... dainty paw.
A princess Stateside pleasures her duty,
"*Oui, the winner, American Beauty."

*Oui, French translated as, Yes, and pronounced as "we"

If I Were

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'
Form: Lyric

Premium Member The Flame of Christ

My soul wanders in the dark alley within 
with my being plunged in the pitfall of dismay.    
The indistinct frailty future uncertain 
casts sordid shadow of anguish
that condenses into deep darkness,     
engulfing my essence in Tamasic nothingness. 

The flame of Christ is then ignited within me 
to incinerate the spreading wings of ego,
glow the realigned elements of the dormant spirit,
guide me away from the mirage of opulence,
and flash in the mindscape the sagacious sense, 
not to be allured by Rajasic impermanence.

Freed from the errant life’s morbid web,
the cleansed soul shines with Christ consciousness 
within the cauldron of timeless deep silence, 
where the joy of living resonates with love. 
As the rays of insight radiate from the abyss,  
I am suffused with sublime Sattvaic bliss.

_________________

June 15, 2022
Contest : Threefold Flame Of Christ
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker

Premium Member Script For a Jester's Fears

Script for a Jester’s Fears

The jokester smiles from below her joke another yoke lifted
into fears unbeknown to the mesmerized delirious crowd

A gathering of lonely forsaken shadows pretending the light
sheds roars of laughter jingles in sad comedy misses the pun

They scribe distance together in vacuum cannot feel joyful void 
beauty of reflected nothingness escapes the audience’s grasp

Distressed trepidation rests in the clamorous jester’s charade
sceptre swings to the pulse of tambourine rescues the bells

‘I can do this once more and for all’ she convinces her mask
‘I may crush my persona for no one to see’ grimace or not

Slowly the makeup melts and soothes blisters of wisdom
reveals prudence in insight condenses parabolic acumen

Fool’s cap captures the moment choreography fades true to
the nature of being when a genuine smile dispels humorous guise

25th April 2017
Form: Persona

Premium Member The Jewel Of Jesus


My soul wanders in the dark alley of the inner domain
with my senses flung in the cauldron of dismay. 
The indistinct frailty future shrouded by obscurity
casts shapeless shadows of timeless ambiguity
that condenses into delusive darkness of ignorance,   
overwhelming my essence with deceptive trance.

The flash of Jesus is then incited within me 
to incinerate the spreading wings of weakness,
shimmer the realigned elements of the potent spirit,   
escorting me away from the mirage of egoistic pursuits
and spark in the mindscape the sagacious exuberance, 
not to be constrained by earthly impermanence.

Freed from the delinquent life’s morbid web,
the cleansed soul is embellished by the jewel of Jesus  
within the profound inner space of eternal radiance,
where the joy of living resonates with universal love. 
As the rays of insight radiate from illumined consciousness, 
I’m immersed in the sea of sublime bliss.

The crystalline glow of the Lord guides me like the pole star,
help me discover the devout soul in abysmal depth 
and understand the real meaning of righteous living. 
Till the end of journey, I won’t lose sight of His brilliant shine,
suffusing me with divine grace when it’s time for me to depart.

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