Best Intercepts Poems
The rain outside my door
Its talk, a calming effect
Upon my restless spirit, implores
the need to reflect.
The rain, drenching the moors
Its pounding upon rocky crests
Like the clapping of hands, soars
Upon the senses, dissolving stress.
The rain inviting me outdoors
Its plead to leave the comfort of concepts
Exchanging the warmth of safe indoors
For the dramatic cold of clarity, intercepts.
The rain, cleansing a downpour
Its relentlessness stripping the walls erected
Around the damaged heart, explores
Upon new possibilities, wider directed.
The rain, beckoning a force
Its puddles upon my feet impress
With childlike laughter, a dance extorts
Revving the spirit, the genuine soul expressed.
By CarolineCécile
copyright © 02.06.10
Categories:
intercepts, angst, hope, inspirational, recovery
Form:
Quatrain
(This is something different. Playing around and having some creative fun. One word per line, three lines per stanza. What do you think? Tear it apart and share your thoughts, opinions and criticisms. Thanks)
Another
Work
Day
Alarm
Shower
Coffee
Husband
Wife
Goodbye
Driving
Car
Work
Neighbor
Wife
Bedroom
Coffee
Sex
Cigarettes
Forgetting
Husband
Laptop
Taking
Off-ramp
Next
Crawling
Traffic
Congested
Turning
Car
Around
Driving
Home
Again
Parking
Driveway
Home
Panicking
Wife
Disbelief
Hiding
Neighbor
Closet
Approaching
Husband
Door
Greets
Husband
Door
Kisses
Wife
Entry
Smelling
Husband
Cigarettes
Smoke
Wife
Doesn’t
Searching
Husband
Suspicious
Increasing
Husband
Anger
Backyard
Cigarettes
Found
Questioning
Husband
Livid
Denies
Wife
Tears
Investigating
House
Yelling
Following
Wife
Pleading
Searching
Bedroom
Threatening
Approaching
Husband
Closet
Intercepts
Husband
Wife
Pushing
Wife
Floor
Tearing
Wife
Hysterics
Opening
Husband
Closet
Standing
Neighbor
Closet
Pleading
Wife
Tears
Holding
Husband’s
Pistol
Trembling
Neighbor’s
Hands
Infuriated
Husband
Roars
BANG
BANG
BANG
Ringing
Ears
Smoke
Hysterical
Wife
Crying
Stumbling
Husband
Floor
Closing
Neighbor
Husband
One
Head
Shot
Pooling
Blood
Floor
Bleeding
Husband
Dead
Shot
Own
Gun
Sharing
Husband’s
Bed
Adultery
Wife
Whore
Coward
Neighbor
Murderer
Scarlet
Wife
Accessory
Awaits
Prison
Both
(Based on a true story. This happened a few blocks from my previous residence. I took some creative liberties with the story, names are fictional.)
Categories:
intercepts, dark, death, heartbreak, husband,
Form:
Free verse
"Polaris Sigma Octantis"
hypnotised
we look to the heavens
a sky full of hope
to chart a course
home
which one?
where to begin?
in such a dazzling
kaleidoscope
Alpha Ursae Minoris
the bright northern star
intercepts our vision
we are lost in the
grandest theurgy, magnetised,
illuminating steadfast beacon
poles apart
ensconced in darkness
a silent watcher
barely visible to the eye
Sigma Octantis
outshone
almost motionless
waits to be called
some other time
some other Morning
the See
is bedevilled
like a heart has its storms
like a mind has its imagination
the ship must list eventually
swim, sink or
walk on water
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
“The moving Moon went up the sky,
And no where did abide:
Softly she was going up,
And a star or two beside”
Categories:
intercepts, journey, muse, star,
Form:
Narrative
Unifying Theories of Chemistry
Plants react in synthesis
Stimulations sunlight
Breathing the winds causes
Through fluid chains
Reproducing flowering responses
And systematically chemistries
Drive in attractions of curiosity
Stranger love crushes
To your ignition sexual A-symmetry
Produces adrenaline's certain heat
And senses blood pounding
So photosynthetic initiates
The A.T.P. of chemical currency
Splits living links furthering
More simple to more complex
Colour element changing
Leaf green to red Anthocyanin
As well as a suntan
Skins concourse in molecules
Precipitates and reverberates
The bonded genome of D.N.A.
Creating myriad form
Tangent on thoughts
Even dreams
Evolve chemical reactions
While sun by sea explodes
Atomically
The light amino manifestation
Walks among trees
Respiring in cycles
Of exchanging formulations
Alchemy of oxygen’s infusing
And well with emotion
Binds its stanza’s of interpretation
Given word then
Another descriptions connection
To connection
Connected
By a star lights birth
Indivisible this “All” travels
Forth and back to a
Higher or lower osmotic pressure
And back and forth
Between lovers
As waves drawn to beaches
By the gentle pull
Of sands moon distracted
Infatuated affair
With the Earth
This chemistry of love
The chemical of life
Patterns intricate mazes
In a micro-cosmos
Of eternal meaning
And a baby
Is born
While the boundless eternity
Moves and collects
Responsive concurring
Dust mote intercepts
From wide eyes stares
Which interpret
A scene
Of its own manifest beauty
Even in tears of sadness
The ceretonine balances
To intercede with memories
Moments of happiness
The infinite qualification
Of chemical reaction
Clues us in
Yet again
To this fundamental
Unity
Categories:
intercepts, life, love, mystery, nature,
Form:
Free verse
He sits through eons observing whirling
galaxies in spangled drops dangled from webs
rocked by wind, plucked like instruments
whose music only he can hear; webs walked
by a furred arachnid, angle-legged, which moves
from thread to thread as though on stilts.
Fascinated by a spectrum split from sunlight
by a bead of dew, he intercepts the colored
bands with extended fingers of one fat hand
and gurgles his delight, exhibiting a still
toothless smile. His brain a sponge to soak
up all knowledge the universe contains,
this salivating son of simian evolution
pulls the silvery web he watches
from between the wall and faucet,
destroying in a moment
what centuries produced.
Categories:
intercepts, childhood, life, nature, social,
Form:
Free verse
I'm being driven crazy because of my disgusting neighbor.
I wish that I was Luke Skywalker because I could kill him with my lightsaber.
He steals my newspapers and eggs my house.
He's a lowlife punk, a moron and also a louse.
When I order a pizza, he always intercepts it.
He opens the pizza boxes and then he spits.
Now my rotten neighbor is shouting obscenities at me and he's on my lawn.
I just shot him in the crotch with my shotgun and now his privates are gone.
Now my disgusting neighbor is more of a woman than a man.
When he saw me with my shotgun, the lowlife should've ran.
(This is a fictional poem.)
Categories:
intercepts, funny, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Two emerald coasts frame
the cape of the ancient pirates
Among its smooth greyish white rocks
cedar trees being grown faintly within the centuries
their volume curved exposing to exogenous powers
their lawless shadow, a shelter
under the strong Mediterranean sun.
North wind’s continuous touch
intercepts worries that being fired
shifts them far to the mountainous villages
until their thin structure accedes to the hasty clouds
becomes one with the view; thoughts, cliffs, sun and sky.
Hair disheveled, blown towards all directions
fragments of sand all over the skin.
Morning dreams lave in the water edge
dazzling crystal surface of the sea hurts the eyes
Aqua iridescences invite to be integrated
A deep breath, the playful buoyance and I caress
the wave’s ripples being embossed on the fine pearly sand
of the untrodden seabed, pure light and eternal time,
my underwater kingdom lasts as my longest breath.
* A poem inspired by the place "Mikri Vigla" in Naxos island, Cyclades Greece.
Categories:
intercepts, beach, inspiration, nature, sea,
Form:
Free verse
Ideas instantly infest imaginations
& it could lead to inqueries
From imbusiles with iffy intelligence
There indecision will never get em
In position to be anything more
Than inconsistent, if that
Still irritated with my own irresponsibility
As an individual I intend to illustrate
Intellect that intercepts incorrect
Information before it can get, in a head
Incapable of storing it, because once it's said
Then it's left, to your own interpratation
I hate when idiots impolitely interrupt
With insignificant stuff that sounds ignorant
Inconvienent to hear
And impossible to understand
And has been insincere since the infancy
Of its inception, industries are built on if's
If you can do this for me, your in
If not someone else will happily fill your seat
Kick rocks
Inch by inch i introduce my intentions
To wreck wreckless MC's
That immatate me way to much
And this can lead to serious injuries
In a sleep only insomniacs would dream of
Now isnt that intresting,
I intervine on impressive instrumentals
In order to insert my two cents in
Justust because its inexpensive
All i's on me
Categories:
intercepts, crazy, deep, imagination, poems,
Form:
Alliteration
Just like football I am trying to reach the goal
Zigzagging down the field of life to keep from getting bowled
It is first down in the morning as that whistle rocks my head
Just a little button hook to get me out of bed
I am tackled within three steps as my son bursts through the door
His sister went long with his mobile phone to even up the score
I coach them how to play together, not to scream and shout
Both are yanked from the game for a personal time out
At ten AM in the second quarter I think I am gaining ground
The dog intercepts a pass by the cat to turn the game around
Racing out the patio door that dog and cat did mesh
It cost the dog a bout in his cage for unnecessary roughness
Halftime brings the team together to analyze performance
After lunch we play again to make good a second chance
The clock winds down with end zone in sight, dinner takes a tumble
An audible I had to call because the cake I fumbled
And finally in quarter four, the game down to the wire
A revelation that no one else could manage this empire
Though touchdowns are sweet in life, one thing I came to know
Sometimes to win the game at hand you only need a field goal
Categories:
intercepts, life, mother, sportsdog, cat,
Form:
Rhyme
This persona, picks up the mask he placed beside the bed
And the actor, feels the lines he’s already read
They hang their syllables on his tongue
As they breath into his lungs
Answered by a soft restraining sigh
As he buries the reasons why
He no longer wants to be a part of this
It’s a footstep, taken through a place he no longer feels apart of
As he is cut by the angles of the brick
As they force their intrusion with their ugly, scraping intercepts
While his eyes hunger for the leaves
He hangs poised between their branches
Floating through the spaces between the grass blades
And sees the prison bars
Everything, including him constructed
This persona, so ready in its plastic skin of parody
Hopes that it appears to be an acceptable front for normality
But behind his hungry eyes
His separation dances in the skies
He’s not crazy in the spin, but some insanity beckons him
As the prison bars grow wider
If he could only just step through
And release himself from all the things
He thought he knew
As the day break, drips onto the essence of sublime
But his heart ache, tells him that he really doesn’t have the time
The repeat run between the gears
And his place amongst the cogs and wheels
Smoothly jerk upon the performance of their strings
Just like the puppet of himself, his day begins
While every piece of litter he calls his dreams
Are blown into the shadows in his soul
The eyes see, but they don’t see anything anymore
They are a horizon, on a beach of some distant forgotten shore
While he hungers for the trees
The open fields where nature breathes
He fights to break his own perception
Alone in a prison cell of his own making
Every thing about him is scratched into the unyielding brick
His persona, so ready in its organization of plastic skin
Prays that he executes a well played part in normalities theatre
But behind the sadness in his eyes
All he was has slowly turned to lies
When he touched upon the truth every person keeps inside
The desperate aching in everybody’s heart
To be free of all the deceit
Which stole their lives, from the very start
And as the prison bars grow ever wider still
He asks for the strength to just let go
He prays for the courage to step through
And pick up all the litter of his dreams
And release himself from all the things
He thought he knew
Categories:
intercepts, lifeday, , cute,
Form:
Free verse
BOKO HARAM’S BLUEPRINT.
Happy worshipers dance,
Sending praises to her
Redeemer.
Sound from guns is the instrument
That intercepts every song,
Bomb has become duplicate
For expressing love.
Various kiosk has closed up,
No one sells my regular
Palm frond.
You fill proud destroying this
Present world
Carrying toothless tongues,
You search to relocate any
Church situated in the north.
Don’t be a coward,
Come and speck with one voice,
Even if you are pronounced
Deaf and dumb,
Show me signs your war
Hasn’t been cursed.
Virgin blood are spilled into
My soil,
Mass grave instead of farming
Maize.
I can identify some of these
Selfish hawks
Fighting for slots at all cost.
Explosion is your blueprint
For reaching the top,
I hear you wear horns
Claiming to be Fulani’s
Son.
Boko Haram is a tatted shop
Would be eliminated by a
Collective tractor.
I now protect the security
Force
His gun just got burnt
All his swords are also blunt.
Lets await the rhythm of a
New song,
Hold hands and walk towards
Luck sited in between joy,
Niger can never spoil,
Who will claim
He knows my source?
Don’t make my faith become
A disgrace
Your ways are extinct trace
On the lane of waste,
To eventually fail in shame.
AKEWUSOLA HABIB.
Categories:
intercepts, art,
Form:
Ballade
Grasping comprehension of an ocean
I went
This expansion in an endless
Sphere of light
No time
Is so hard to reiterate
Can I explain
The release
It was the tactile potential
I felt
The impossible something
Intriguing upon
It could be done
Anything the thought felt hinged upon
Yes I knew
It can be done
Alive
In countless motes
Life
Imbued
Touched into this very essence of
Encompassed
Such serenity
It was
Such endless, boundless love
It is
Anything
Everything
Spoke the messages from the void
Empty, emptiness
Their childish concepts
Made me smile
As I held the overflow
The sentience
So exact
So perfect
And all its fluidity
Was
Is
In
Me
Me
You
In the embrace of rock
The intercepts speak
Through the veins of wood
A language coloured
Collided
Of wind swept lakes
Resounding every droplet
Is the focus point of someone else
Each perfume exhaled
Works its magic
On a void so filled
Beyond any measure
To finite
To eternal
In a single
Thought
Timeless
How else could it be
The ocean is
You
Is
Me
And we
Contain all that is
Within a skin which touches
All that was
Was to be
We all are one
And we all
Are free
The messenger of the void
Spoke to me
Such is the ripple of you
In reality
And you walk here
With me
Constantly
Categories:
intercepts, mystery
Form:
Free verse
If I don't react the way you expect me to doesn't mean I'm weak,
And just because I don't react doesn't mean I'm naive,
When I see beyond the shadow of a doubt, and refuse to fuel the fire,
It's no game, I justly refused to feed that spirits desire,
If I feed into, or react to it, then there's no way it can spread,
You can keep that filthy behavior, because I will just starve it to death,
When you don't have a playmate to fatten up the feeling,
It will regress and starve itself, a small step closer to your healing,
The itch of the poison stays with you, yet you can't see I walk with the cure,
His name is Jesus, and he intercepts any feelings that knock on my door,
He turns hate into compassion, reassures, confirms, and binds,
He always has a way of intervening to change my heart and my mind,
The benefits go beyond reactions, and humbles point of view,
And proceeds to show the process of why we do what we do,
Love Is free to circulate, there's no blockage in the way,
He seperates and intercedes beyond the words you say,
He will use the silence to heal you, make you see your own heart,
When there's no fuel to flame your fire, the mirror is where you'll start,
Categories:
intercepts, absence, devotion, fruit, love,
Form:
Light Verse
Her beauty's rare,wild yet free
and in me she seems to see it in the same I agree
She inspects my stlye, intercepts my smile
Eyes meet like the sun and the moon causing eclipse
And with those eyes, she watched my Mode,seeing melodys of music flashing love upload
She caresses my tunes, but only in her brain where she keeps important moments in her
main data frame
I feel Love equal, I respect her desire,feeling her notes in my wires
seeing the flame being the fire I feel Love equal
Her connection was strong I was Love virus
So she deleted mcAFEE and let my love enter
Machine Love rebooted up....Hit Ent.
Much Love
Richard Q. Corbett
Categories:
intercepts, lovelove,
Form:
Free verse
BOKO HARAM’S BLUEPRINT.
Happy worshipers dance,
Sending praises to her
Redeemer.
Sound from guns is the instrument
That intercepts every song,
Bomb has become duplicate
For expressing love.
Various kiosk has closed up,
No one sells my regular
Palm frond.
You fill proud destroying this
Present world
Carrying toothless tongues,
You search to relocate any
Church situated in the north.
Don’t be a coward,
Come and speck with one voice,
Even if you are pronounced
Deaf and dumb,
Show me signs your war
Hasn’t been cursed.
Virgin blood are spilled into
My soil,
Mass grave instead of farming
Maize.
I can identify some of these
Selfish hawks
Fighting for slots at all cost.
Explosion is your blueprint
For reaching the top,
I hear you wear horns
Claiming to be Fulani’s
Son.
Boko Haram is a tatted shop
Would be eliminated by a
Collective tractor.
I now protect the security
Force
His gun just got burnt
All his swords are also blunt.
Lets await the rhythm of a
New song,
Hold hands and walk towards
Luck sited in between joy,
Niger can never spoil,
Who will claim
He knows my source?
Don’t make my faith become
A disgrace
Your ways are extinct trace
On the lane of waste,
To eventually fail in shame.
AKEWUSOLA HABIB.
Categories:
intercepts, art,
Form:
Ballade