Short Condensing Poems

Condensing
eternity
into one word 
Imploding
time
—and verse

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
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Slyvia
Slips tongue
Rolls.
Hot water
On thin ice
Trailing Pattern
Evaporating
Marbling air
The ethereal
Blest Breath
Condensing
Misty windows...

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You talk with condensing tones
Crushing down on shaken bones.
You whisper secrets in my ears
That you say I had no right to hear
Your claws dig deeper year by year....

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The „7” Wonders
of the (Ancient) World

Condensing
the Past

Creating
a new challenge

To dial an
“8”-chevron address

For a lucky Chinese
wormhole time travel

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Virus all over

Symbiosis with myself

Hot water bottle books

Isolation ward

Condensing thoughts and prayers

Essential retreat


22nd March

Sedoka on symbiosis

Sponsor Edward Ibeg...

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Sun kissed mornings 

brightening blue skies
chasing morning dew, 
evaporating and condensing 
on small floating particles
to return once again
as the earth rotates
on central axis 
revolving slowly
in a vast complex universe 
filled with wonder 
as the moon
makes its nightly cycle

Natures recycling...

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The first time ever I saw your face
a magnet seemed to be condensing the space....
.. between us...............
Each word seemed to penatrate deep within
listening closely to be heard only when.... 
.... between us.............
Knowing every time I look at your face...
My heart won't be whole until there is no space...
.. between us..................

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ice crystals rest on my window
like a second skin
a season's restless spirit
in water vapour
condensing 
a winter picture frame
spheres of spikey stains
in a silent closing
patterns complete
symmetry looping
luring
ice flowers tangible
that carve their way
down my window
till a warming sun
swallows them whole




Poem composed January 29, 2023...

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Rain drops fall on the window pane
Drenching, quenching earth's thirst.
Caught by the river, rushing toward the sea.
The river's mouth kisses the salty delta 
Run toward open water, pushing out to sea.

Salt water rises in tropical heat,
Condensing into billowy, briny forms
Pushed by a powerful westerly flow 
Clouds drop their gifts back onto the glass
Rain drops gently from the sky....

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My most satisfying moments are
Reached with a book in hand, glasses
Not too far away, one
Condensing shamelessly
By my arm, tanned 
To within an inch of being ridiculously chic
The other unashamedly resting above 
The point of my nose, where
From here I scrutinize my
Most satisfying moments 




John Lawless’s Poetry Contest: Don’t Fight it…..Write it!!
12 August 2015
Mark Trichet...

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sitting in the cool night
finding words unspoken
putting them on paper
with a pen, i write words
that have to be taken 
from the sky above me.

staring at the sky
the stars bright with flames
my eyes do not blink
thinking of good times
seeking to learn more.

condensing thoughts
flaming, bright stars
a dark blue sky
good memories

the moon's out
its light's cast
on my face

cool wind
street lights

Fall...

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Condensing ice 
Covered snow,
Shapes of white 
Crystallization flow,
Watering the earth 
From heaven’s door,
Precipitation 
Upon the floor,
Invigorate refresh 
Excite and more,
A constant running 
Ebbing poured,
Hydration needed 
Drink absorbed,
Requisite required 
For essential growth,
Spring time flowers 
Not too late
Watered by 
An Impermeable lake,
Drinking waters 
As they wake.
Life’s recycled 
Exhilarate and intoxicate....

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I have been Intrusted with knowledge! 
Completely incrusted with time,
Admirably holding onto wisdom,
Lost for thousands of generations. 
Set free like the busting of Hoover dam.
Overflowing rapids of life altering thoughts,
Of all the great thinkers,
Hoarded up condensing it’s
Own energy from all periods past.
Released to flush the poor unsuspecting main frame for the universal nervous system, 
Of yet another victim of time.
By Desi E. Sherman...

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Bring me
a question mark
but not any
will do...
bring it
from the land
beside the morning---
 
pluck
it fresh
from the tree
of punctuation
& then bring
it to me
dew condensing
on the leafy font.---
 
escape the
dragon of afternoon
in the woods
between the spheres.
as the scaly fellow
showers you
with spiral flames
of adjectives---
 
Have no fear
For the root
of the question
will find his
heart..
hewed fresh
has great potency
for as metaphors bleed
the richest marmalade
cannot be epic......

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