Short Congeals Poems

You may conquer
on horseback
but to rule
must dismount
Pandora
lies waiting
new blood
for the fount

Napoleon
Attila
Augustus
afield
The vanquished
in chaos
till order
—congeals

(Dreamsleep: October, 2023)...

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bare trees bear snow load
ice blue night congeals moonshine …
chilled wind cuts the calm

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December 6, 2022
Syllable count : 5 7 5 (HMS)
Contest : Winter Nature Haiku
Sponsored by : Tania Kitchin...

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It doesn't matter what you look like
It doesn't matter what you feel
All that matters is where it lands
when you spin the wheel.
Where the blood splatters and
and finally congeals;
perhaps out back, in your garden. 
The neighbors would say:
'but he was so genteel...'
Onerous is the duty
of knowing what's real....

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He slowly sips every drop whilst he dissects the morning news
Coagulating cream congeals in his china cup
Coffee coloured rings form with every sip
If the cup was a tree I could tell its age

Written from observing a local man in our local coffee shop
He sits for hours reading the newspaper for free and makes his coffee last...

08-30-17...

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I've been known to fabricate entire planets,
crafting layers of reality like a masquerade ball.
Perhaps the greatest secret I hold of all,
is that there's no clear distinction to the eye,
between my art and my life,
only a thine blurred linen
where pandemonium of existence bites,
congeals into something recognizable.
But don't quote me on that;
I change my mind with the changing tides....

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Four walls bind me in time
four directions set me free from all
the eventual has yet to show its face
the countess of time married my past
and for the first time I see my future
the four elements lift me homeward bound
as the joy wells up in me to a fever pitch
the continuity of it all stalls
and the flow of life stagnates
the  pool of time congeals
and its me that has been revealed
for my home is no home at all...

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You 
borrow death 
and  nestle 
      in 
your dreams,
  your bloody hands
still hold
   the
 stolen roses
with their thorns.
somewhere lost between
your home and God,
you know not what you do.
   Your hour glass is broken
even now.....
the sand is blowing there
    across the moon,
your  calendar congeals
   in smoke and tears,
and still you kill
     the pain
with poison brew,
   a slower death....
and one that kills me too....

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Pollen scuds in swarms and settles,
As the winds blow and calm,
From bees, trees and flower petals;
I feel within my palm
Upon autos, hoses and window sills
The signs of Springtime-
Birds on branches, fish in creels,
Sunshine and a bell's chime.
Yet, the groundhog sees his shadow
As the overcast begins to pour.
The rain streams not so shallow;
I see outside my door
Water to the end of my driveway;
Pollen within the flood
Clumps at the edge of grass and clay
And congeals into yellow mud....

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