Best Interception Poems
INTERCEPTION
Shadows waning distorted fading
Teasing tempting, a psychotic hack
Scheming concealing cerebral deceiving
Sun retreating behind shades of black
Memoirs succumbing, alpha notes strumming
Hope dwindling midst each laboured breath
Dusky-eyed wretchedness, reflective reminiscence
Sporadic spirits predicting sinister death
Powerless to quell the oppressor within
Oh, desolation! The thief with the sinister grin
The day bleeds, no conveyed clarifications
Nightfall brings its own demonic demons
Moodswings of crazy with judgements so hazy
Interceptive apathy through feelings of lethargy
Music evokes emotions with resilient duress
Though once familiar titles slide back in regress.
Living within her own fluid transparency
The piteous empathy, does she even discern?
Is she to become a fading frequency?
Or… ungenial ashes in a decorative urn?
As the soft rose shades of twilight transcends
In the quietude of peace – a hushed calm descends
One last recall remains in her artistic archive
Where the Star of the Show still dazzles and thrives.
Maria Williams © 2023
I know this will be a sensitive topic, especially at Christmas with people caring for or visiting their loved ones afflicted with Dementia or Alzheimer's—such a sad condition. Apparently, the worst thing to possibly do is try to jog the patient's memory, as it causes more stress.
Instead, why not give them your time and play their favourite music?
Music memories often remain as others disappear.
This is because brain regions involved in musical memory and processing (e.g., the cerebellum) are not as affected by Alzheimer's or dementia until much later in the disease course.
Please watch the video; it is so beautiful and touching. Marta Gonzalez was a professional ballet dancer who developed Alzheimer's. One thing she never forgot was her Swan Lake routine She passed in 2019.
Streamers in the sky,
etched deeply as they contrast
against the pale blue,
breaking up the monochromatic
ceiling with its white streaks,
a criss-crossing interception
trying to erase each other from above,
a temporary display which lasts for
a few hours until determined clouds
decide to camouflage the unwelcome
intrusion by upstaging with their
slow-motion dance of drifting cotton balls.
March 5, 2017
Coach Belichick must have stumbled
New England gets the Jet’s jumbled
Game signals to read
All exposed—was this deed
An interception play fumbled?
1.
An irascibelephant whom no-one could trust
Had a whim to run amok, or bust!
Though roundly condemned by his peers as a skunk,
From interception they’d cowardly shrunk,
Saying simply, “Old boy, if you musth, then you musth!”
2. Elephants have as a favourite pursuit
A fondness for tasty doum palm fruit,
Though when of this delight they are sated,
The tuskers can become quite inebriated,
And stagger home in enormous wobbly-boots!
Loving you brought the best in me
Loving you took out the lost soul that was within
Oh your smile brought the interception of my believe and true reflection of a woman
Loving you made my guiltiness of confusion to be the innocence of the future
Loving you is happiness and laughter
Oh love, my loving solution to brightness morning
That turn to a good day filled with love and honesty
Loving you, yes loving you
It made my life free like a free way of challenges that turn to better outcome
Loving you make me free my mind-set of emotional success
Loving you make me meet loving circumstances that turn to visions of true dreams
I overcome obstacles easily just by loving you
Loving you give me hope of trusting again
Loving you give me peace like summer rain
Oh yes loving you
Loving you is like music on top of the pops
Loving you, oh loving you
Loving you, loving you
She was turning sixteen at the stroke of midnight,
Unbeknown to family her unfortunate blight,
Was about to become work in progress,
No need to ask permission or advise or confess,
A beautiful young girl about to be added and abandoned
To statistics, thrown to the four winds to waste,
And why, because she met him, he sealed her fate,
A fiendish twenty-two-year-old acne faced pimp,
Clueless, badly spoken, helpless addict, a wimp,
She would join the soulless after he’d ravaged her,
His bright red Ferrari bought with blood, did readily purr.
It’s bucket seats stained with muck from within his self,
Using his filthy, nasty, perilous, notorious, smelly wealth.
Suddenly the sixteen year old beauty was surrounded by light,
At the stroke of the city clock chiming twelve, at midnight,
It was halfway between a dirty syringe and a planned binge,
Reality woke her up, saw a gap escaped, ran as far as she could,
Was swept up in the arms of her parents, who finally understood,
They were about to lose their daughter to the war on drugs,
And a handful of mercenary, manipulative criminals, thugs,
But the angel of mercy was on her side, with a stern might.
The pimp hopelessly drunk and pumped with drugs took other girls
Lives, as they flew like birds over the cliff side, screaming with fright.
A world of the unknown and unseen
A perfect environment for the nocturnes
An invitation of wonderment filled with
Immense terror
An abode for the stars
The devils workshop
The dreary of a baby
An interception of the night
The journey of the ignorant
Companion of the oblivious
The opposition of brightness
The unspoken words of the blind
A friend of the shadows
A path of loneliness
Inequity within us
In every darkness, there is a
Glimmer of light waiting to be uncovered.
Coordinates require input, chance comes coincidentally,
Rendezvous a meeting point, your wandering aimlessly,
Vector on interception course, we cross paths randomly
Anticipation is foresight, I never imagined such beauty,
Innocent palpitations strike, overwhelmed by nubility,
Calibration nonessential, elegance exudes so naturally,
Reason is the difficult part, am I thinking irrationally,
Infatuation happens, pubescence outgrows captivity,
Desire lost in translation, god what is happening me,
Cannot understand, attractions growing exponentially,
Resistance futile, unconditional surrender I give freely,
Stay a little longer, for I’m helpless through invisibility,
Somehow you went away, disappearing into obscurity,
My only confession now, is yearning a crushed fantasy.
By David Kavanagh
Too many obstacles in my way
to get anything done today.
I over slept
called in sick.
Boss got ticked.
Oh well, he'll get
over it.
My head feels like
it's been hit
with a brick.
Stayed up late
to conjugate.
Seeking my soul mate.
Sweet grapes divine,
dranked some wine.
Dazzled the guys on line.
Before I knew it,
was 4 am.
You wouldn't believe
what I saw on cam.
This computer brings out
the devil in me.
I joke around,
shoot the breeze,
to some degree.
I have my limits.
I must admit.
I read your every comment.
I don't care how high your thermits gets !
Your apologies accepted.
And this wine I drink makes me no exception.
brb....I have and interception.
My empty glass needs a refill.
It's better than popping pills
but I won't do things against my will.
Go take a cold shower and chill.
Your charming words are alluring
and so reassuring.
They're as sweet as the wine I sip.
But you need to get a grip !
moth-er
interjection
mother nature
interception
bright ideas
light our way
as moth-less street lamps
end our days
our brilliance as we er
success ourselves out of existence
It has been a big illusion
And a mind game of delusion
Ever since you came through
My life tearing it in two
With all the lies and deception
I thought we had a connection
That was strong and wouldn't break
I never knew you'd be fake
Leading me in a direction
That could use some interception
And reversal from the past
I just want a way to blast
Myself back to when we met
So I can not have regret
Allowing you to be a part
Of my lonely life and heart
But now I see I was stupid
I am going to find cupid
His arrow I will shoot him with
Destroying every bit of myth
That he's bringing hearts together
In my life there has been never
On guy cupid found for me
Who stopped my paths of misery
They walked on me like a doormat
And each time I just fell flat
With foot marks that leave a scar
But now it's gone way too far
When your cheating ways led to
Me walking right in on you
With my best friend who I have known
For years, but now she has shown
How unloyal she has been
Both of you have caused the end
Of my care in anyone
My trusting days are finally done
I’ve learnt to judge you at crucial time,
Not to conclusions jumping: a regrettable crime,
Marriage a woman often eyes in her prime,
Your chosen days, a sour lime,
In my room locked, caring not a dime …
Your hovering winds minding,
When their pressures are grinding,
Your heat we don’t support finding,
Your droplets on even paths winding.
Befriended I have weather installations,
In reasonable disregard for my misguided eyes,
And unhelpful nostrils of clueless inhalations;
A soon-to-be- frustrated traveler cries!
Your forecasters do their faculties stretch,
For their job that does the future sketch,
The processes, some science, some puzzle,
To the outsider, a shotgun’s dark nozzle!
Openly praise I do Meteorology,
Just as we freely, Theology,
For our aeroplanes’ safe schedules,
And avoided typhoons, in their own right, needless.
Bad weather: a reason to evacuate a zone,
Biting cold dying to visit the bone,
Our bodies in voluminous coats conceal,
This done to shivers heal.
On the feet of an underdog drops victory,
A world-rated team packaging her defeat,
All the wind-aided records of history,
The shoddy from champions one could never beat,
In an unaccustomed weather playing,
And from success track straying.
Bad weather: a sad news for outdoor activities,
In the face staring festivities,
Every young day wearing a stormy countenance,
A prelude to hurrying priests of eminence,
In the interception of rainfall versed,
Never failing to reproduce the rehearsed.
Men have begun to predict
That I shall self contradict,
Next, in church my interdict,
To be not saved by Edict:
My Governor Soldier friend’s,
Both of us Christ’s truest fiends…
Still say I: Contraception,
A clear wished interception
Of what you’d stop inception,
For what it does Perception,
Minds granting New Conception:
Fluid Baby’s barred reception…
Choice yours and mine to scream “Foul!”
Or think we’d slaughtered a fowl.
Must we each wrong publicize,
When Besought God knows its size?
a. “sir, did you or did you not speak to your then fiancé about the purchasing of xxxxxxx for recreational use, on the 5th of June, 2004?”
b. “um, i’m not sure what you are referring to---that was 8 years ago.”
a. “sir, are you denying that you made a phone call on the 5th of June, 2004, in
which you, and i quote, said “i’m thinking about hitting up Randy for some
xxxxxxx?”
a. “i may of said any number of things in June of 2004”---may i ask where you
are getting your information concerning this supposed comment on this supposed
call?”
b. “we got our information from Verizon, the company whose phone plan you were
using during that year, and I believe you still are with them, aren’t you?”
a. “you have got to be kidding me. you were bugging my phone? i haven’t even
had so much as a traffic ticket in my life. for what reason were you listening to my phone calls in 2004?”
b. “sir, that is not the issue here. answer the question, please.”
I’m just a girl…
who’s got a problem that can’t be solved
without everyone else getting involved
I don’t remember asking for permission
or even for advice
I know, I never requested you to take action
yet here I am, suffering for your interception
sometimes it’s not about you
yes.. that concept might be new
but my problems belong to me
to me and me alone
that’s just the way it has to be
I’d say I appreciate the sentiment
but honestly I’m getting quite sick of it
some things we just need to handle on our own
sometimes people just want to be left alone
if you have yet to catch my drift
please allow me to spell it
out for you
YOUR ASSISTANCE HAS BEEN REJECTED
I beg your efforts please be yielded
do now, cease and desist
or you’ll surly meet my fist
in ways less refined
as your help has now been officially declined.