Short Distill Poems
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Haiku
to write haiku is
to distill to perfection
with only three lines
by Trisha Sugarek ©
Moths and Machetes
The taste got sweeter
as the bottle emptied
Each sip more joyous
—the label rare
(St. David’s Pennsylvania: February, 2021)
sun flowers
rising to sunshine
leaving past
distill precious oil
moon flowers
night blooming
hides noxious effect
sealed in pods
October 25 2021
broken hearts
begot from broken vows
now shattered dreams
and hollow crowns
that tear thy will
the fear they distill
now woven lies
to catch flies
a twain thread
for an empty bed
imagery,
vistas,
portals
of vision,
a vibrant
panorama:
pathways
to the poetic
to explore
to expose
words..
to
devise:
to
distill
thoughts
never
yet spoken
A rough idea
invades brain waves.
Words flow. A pen glides,
line after line across the page.
Anticipation, hope rings.
It grows, lives, sings.
Evaluate, punctuate
strike out, insert
distill, re-frame
copy, finis.
read aloud . . . scrap.
Oak flavour thrills
Dry whiskey fill
Brown liquor fine
Neat proof now mine
Sip warm distill
Fond fix reveals
Mouth swirl excites
Warm mellow writes
Warm igloo breeze
Hot timely squeeze
Leon Enriquez
30 December 2017
Singapore
Do you justify your own beliefs,
to force upon your will
Or skip instead the whole charade,
with truth left to distill
Do you wander aimless in the night,
in search of what you’ve lost
As darkened hallways call you back
—regret the only cost
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019)
Stand firm though winds may try to break your will,
Dare to begin where endings cast their shade.
Endings are myths that stubborn minds distill,
Sow your own path though doubts may leave you frayed.
Withstand the tide, for even storms grow still,
Drive your soul where inner truth is laid.
Sensations mounting whirling heights
To close my ardent joyful eyes
And feed upon her peach delight ~
Nectars promise, of pulped divine....
Distill these drops extracting time
Upon my twirling tongues design
Melting, inside her fruitful vine ~
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...."Harvest Love's, Sweet Sublime" *
Form:
I want to fold these words over
and line them up in rows.
I want them to ring and sing
and leave echoes in your ears.
I want to squeeze a syllable
and distill a dream
to lie upon your souls.
I want to plant these lines on your fertile beings
for I know you gentle gardeners will grow them
and happily rest beneath their shade.
Destroy moral bounds
Distill the damnation
Produce temporary soothes
Attention deficit deathtrap
Empires made of scrap
Mass media’s contagious
Meant to enslave us
Distracting virus
Never silence
Radio waves
Devils communicate
Observe and contemplate
Wire made noose
Have eyes only for you
Gently rest your neck
Pine sided bed
Cushioned from toe to head
Form:
Jill and Bill glide on the rill,
Bubbling with thrills,
Embracing the chills,
Past serene hills.
Patiently yearning for gills,
Jill—with her bait and skills—
Fills her spirit with a frill,
As tranquil waters lie still.
With each catch, a hidden drill,
Bill, overjoyed, concerns distill.
Moonlit eve; savor the grill—
Jill and Bill, relish nature's will.
two virelai
colors of the wind
dust can apprehend
with skill
grayish storms impend
we scurry to fend
the chill
wind can be your friend
cool green breezes end
standstill
~~~
note gossip’s windmill
rumors, red lies fill
our mind
gold words of goodwill
hearsay can distill
rare find
azure fills the bill
between overkill
and kind
August 21, 2021
What did i do?
But try to fall
Into that comfort of love
The bitterness of comfort
The unhappiness of putting up
But up with what
The sea of rapture
He pulls me out to be
Choking on the water
His pulling arms
Bringing me back up to see
He won't let me go
On earth he's the sun
On sand, and gravel i hide
He's got another shell
But it won't do to distill him
I will come undone.
Hot raptor breath
Push goosebumps to life
On the golden-honey flesh
Of a most desired sight.
Deeply tanned and rubenesque,
Unsheathed, scented shoulders.
Arms that distill without cause to beckon
The wills of the penile-brained knights.
Wallow in her moist pink flower.
Defend with your armor that nymphet tower.
But beware, Dear Sir, should your eye slip up
Two orbs of Venus power.
And then I
sit here squeezing
my soul like
a lemon in the
frantic
attempt to pour
my juices
out and distill
them in few
concise
drops of relief
Shivers shake
me in waves of
self-awareness coming
from your disconcerting
mirroring while I rattle
verses
out in a stream of
concerned consciousness
To your enchanting
complexity I owe
what binds
me to unravel
my thought
patterns with a strength I had
never
known before
As per the ancient agreement, this costume of clay, we must one day return.
A creature made of flesh and blood, a mystical existence of spirit and form.
From which we must distill lifes' secrets, even until the very end of our lives.
For the hope is born of the faith, that even in death, love will not be denied!
date: 11/12/21
sponsor: Gregory R. Barden
contest:L.D. #8
from the poem: Even Flowers Must Die
Bet your wondering why they're never seen?
The wee leprechauns all wearing the green
Well I'll tell you why
And this is no lie
They're all unconscious from too much Poteen
written 23rd February 2021
Poteen, known as poitin or potcheen, once illegal but now distilled commercially.
It is a very strong spirit once made from potatoes but now more often than not grain is used to distill it.
NOT FOR CONTEST
The skilled have fashioned melodies,
the keystrokes of the mind,
proclaiming hopes and verities,
extolling humankind;
colours unbeknown'st to us
do hover and distill,
and splash, now they're synonymous
with God's almighty will.
Might we as students of the art
assume a kindred tone,
interpret measures of the heart
'til theirs and ours are one;
re-craft with notes mellifluous
the stateliness of Brahms,
sonorities of Mahler,
noble men, brothers in arms?
Change brings blessings
As time dangles,
Sense true loving
In each tangle.
Words attest work
As space avails,
Time in free jerk
Spreads what prevails.
Touch frees as such
The waves of pain,
Rhymes echo much
Yet not in vain.
Urge memoirs cite
The way of waves,
Distill fine writes
As voice mulls brave.
Keep what you keep
With soul intact,
Feel feelings deep
As change impacts.
Leon Enriquez
13 September 2019
Singapore
Never alone in the middle of the night
(With me here for you feels like home)
Glare of a shadow in the absence of light
(By your side you’ll never be alone)
A faint distill in the air
(Smiling he falls down to one knee)
A hopeful turn and a distant stare
(Yes she replies with a tear full of glee)
(The miseries of marriage and the joys a new)
A roof over her head and a bed built for two
(Tiss a love story just begun)
And tiss a song and must be sung
DAILy DEMAGING DAYS
Dying days dances dearly,
Destroying deleted determined details.
Distill distraction display devoid,
Defiant development drives devalue days.
Dial up diamond depressed diary.
Diabolical destroy dethroned desires.
Designed dependable desires dialogue
Demonstrate defined deliverance.
Draft daily demaging days,
Dare delect day dreaming data
Dazzling death-toll debtors deceives
Debatable decency decision declared
Dedicate depression delegated delightfully.
Sometimes
need inspirational words to fill,
put your thoughts out of gear,
get your mind to chill,
ask the poet inside,
to find the words for you,
something not too hard to do,
sometimes.
sometimes words come,
from the other side,
the veil does part,
and the words do slide,
until you have your fill,
thoughts collide,
distill.
Are they your words, or maybe his,
The poet in your mind, a whiz,
Strange words do come , unless then tis,
A poet from the void,
Aris’s…………Don Johnson