Short Condenses Poems
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Dollars and consensus,
Violate our senses,
A symbol condenses,
Our spirit's presence,
For paper worth less than a cent is.
light climbs the aether—
mist condenses near the earth
and the wind drifts in between
fall brings its colors—
golden leaves release their hold
with a meek nudge from the breeze
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
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.
My cerebral cortex -
indeed, you are the vortex,
processing my senses,
the place where joy condenses.
It's to you I owe
every pretty sky,
each note that makes me sigh,
and grandma's apple pie.
Please don't ever go.
Selective and Corrective Lenses
Always for eyes are corrective lenses
So after knocked out, return to senses;
Are weird ways of looking at things
May sound horrible when someone sings;
What happens when your brain condenses?
Jim Horn
WATER AND TRUE LOVE
Water has its ways,
It’s always disappearing
Always returning:
Evaporating to leave,
And condensing to return:-
You need not worry,
That love, you feel has dissolved,
If true, will return:
Like water, true love condenses
And rehydrates broken hearts:-
The magnificent river
coming down the mountainside
spreading out in its majesty
as it moves towards the ocean
then rising up to the cloud
from where it condenses
on the mountain
as snow or rain
that ends up in the river
repeating the glorious cycle
- the essence of nature
Awake to face the noon day dawn
like a loving doe or that in a fawn
we all want to belong
I exist as a vapor then I am no more...
And then clouds form
when the invisible vapours
in the air,
condenses into visible droplets...
And thus the cycle continues...
sprinkled with a bit of care
the love to behold a new day's sun
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
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
One thing you could say that’s different
The one thing you could say I miss the most
When speaking of my days on earth
Would be sunsets
Like beautiful rubies from Heaven
The orange and deep blue
Purple
Now when an arbitrary trajectory
Twist on kaleidoscoping vision condenses
That sharp piercing sun serves
Only a reminder to raise the heat shield
Or lower tints depending
On distance and star classes
if I could I would take a magic wand
to the moon from far beyond
the wildest of dreams in my mind
a constant reminder of immortal
passion and endearment to cast a magical spell
make it the luminous warden of peace
inscribed with words of surrender
squared to the power of infinite love
versed in breathless intimate surrender
enchanted and transfixed forever
may it remove all suffering
as it condenses the meaning of kindness
It all boils down
From an undermining perspective
Downplayed when quantified
But a starting point
Hardly can you see
But condenses and precipitate
The collapse of a firm ?
I was a leaking penny
On various blindspots
Can make or unmake you
With just a phrase
And not an edition
I feel liss in your abode
As you wallow in despair
Until you become decedent
Latent and rarely apparent
Don't take me for granted
I am small but mighty
physiological mind's atmosphere
blocked sky is there in head
mind sun feels happy in love
at night normally mind becomes moon
if hate is hit heats the environment
anger thunders with eyes' lightning
emotion condenses in to passion
in high condition melts in to tears
Songs of The season
Throughout the house
Aesthetically pleasing
Days on the couch
Little red noses
Wishing for snow
Tongues in the air
Hearts aglow
Twinkle of lights
Adorning fences
As day becomes night
The await condenses
Alas, Kris Kringle
Takes to the sky
Wishes fulfilled
For every closed eye
Footballs and baby dolls
Bikes for little tikes
Magic fills the halls
And streets, alike
The 25th of December
Has come at last
Another to remember
But gone too fast