Short Compresses Poems

Topsy-Turvy Love

Love turns the world upside down
slows the axial rotation
draws out passion’s sunset
compresses the hours together
shrinks the horizon to one face
cresting pillowed mountains.



5/2/2016

submitted to – Love Turns The World Around – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Nayda Ivette Negron...

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Fallen yellow leaves on withered leaves
The winter compresses all oddly
Sunlight comes but with not summer heats
Fallen yellow leaves on withered leaves

Flying snow with wind of coldness gist
Before hearth drinking wine brings warmth glee
Fallen yellow leaves on withered leaves
The winter compresses all oddly


-22.12.2020 Chattogram...

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for much severe cold
                                     severe hot provides comfort
                                          hot relieves with cold

                                          hot burns hot quickly
                                      cold compresses cold likely
                                          speaks to nice union...

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It's time
 seconds slipping by
 minutes in the hurry fly
 hours in hesitation's wait
 days lost of work and play gait
 weeks gathered in forty hours
 ends on Saturdays and Sundays showers
 months strecthed into seasonal displays
 years aging graying in the fray
 decades passed quick away
 time compresses all life's flowers
 down to the present now in hours....

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A helical "Slinky" type coil
Compresses or springs without toil,
It’s spiral at times,
Or stretched to the nines...
Like worms that are happy in soil!

Beneath or on top of the ground,
They stretch, but so often lie wound,
Their tunnels air earth
To make healthy dirt
And seedlings are glad they’re around!


February 21, 2015

Premiere Contest: Spiral
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann...

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Music whispers in my ear, getting louder,
calling me to the peacefulness
of its calm-water getaway more frequently now
throughout my day.
When I find that place, that paradise just for me
created by the music that pumps through my veins
and thrives in my heart
it is no longer a whisper but so loud
that it shakes my stomach,
compresses my lungs
and stops my heart.
All this you would think
to be unbearable,
but really,
it’s rather pleasant....

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