Best Interjects Poems
HER
the chains —
roses tied ‘round hands and feet,
apple-scented la forza del destino.
the buds claw down her back,
send shivers down her spine,
her head climaxed —
delicate, her perfumed breath.
the thorns gently nibble at her neck,
the wine it draws,
the tongue collects.
HIM
his waist, she grips
with everlasting rose-hips,
the crystal chalice overflows
with deliciousness.
full blossoms, of golden pressed
like a prisoner’s garb unto his chest.
he heaves so hard, suffocating
beneath this veneer of tremulous beauty.
Together
they beg to be released,
their vines intertwined
and fate interjects
with wounds of perspiring lips
solicited to one another
in a kiss of bon chance.
liberated to master their winded flutes
of cherry parfait served with
whipped cream.
7/2/2019
Contest: Slave to Love
Sponsor: John Hamilton
La forza del destino - The power of fate
Bon chance - Good luck
Cherry Parfait - also a type of rose
Categories:
interjects, love, lust, sensual,
Form:
Free verse
Love's light beams from the hearts and souls of Man
but His insecurities shade its glow.
And in shadows, hate and bigotry grow;
though Man's conscience interjects when it can.
But, like a child, He fears the bogeyman;
facing repercussions, He lets hope go.
Scared of storms, He revels in the rainbow;
convincing Himself that it is God's plan.
Evil overshadows the light of good;
anonymity merges with the dark.
And accepting truths, tethered to rumors,
we mesh with the system as robots would.
Yet, the love in Man needs only a spark,
to exorcise fear's cancerous tumors.
Categories:
interjects, anxiety, deep, emotions, fate,
Form:
Sonnet
Sea Czar Caesar sees her seated on a cedar two-seater beside the East Sea Seder. He grieves since he sees his sister, Esther Dexter, with her red festered blister, next her.
Guinevere is pleased her eager leader, Caesar’s seen her. In degrees, she breezes, “Sir, see our sea surf? These sea treasures are pleasures to sea czars and we serfs.”
Caesar desires, if it please her, to seize her and squeeze her.
But Esther Dexter who’s next her interjects the elder perspective protector with an inflective reflector.
“Easy, wheezy geezer Caesar. It may please her if you squeeze her at your leisure, but if you seize her in a fever, she’s sure to seizure; so leave her at ease, sir!”
Peeved Caesar, seethes, sneezes, wheezes, breathes and proceeds. He’s pissed his less best pest of a sister, Esther Dexter, with her red festered blister, persists amidst this tryst.
He flees to cleave Guinevere’s knees. “See here, dear Guinevere. I’m neither teaser nor misfeasor geezer and will not proceed to cede to my tongue twisted sister, Esther Dexter. Please heed to receive my believable plead so I may leave relieved.”
Guinevere is pleased with her Caesar and suggests to Esther Dexter to leave her and Caesar forever.
Categories:
interjects, humorous, love, passion, sea,
Form:
Alliteration
You perforate my normality
with snap-shots of the past.
Images of yesteryear form
a slide show which interjects,
dove-tailing, sneaking in to
the now with the stealth of
the stealthiest fox.
Distracted from the present
my mind meanders down-stream,
pausing at a bridge arched over now
and then. Remembering when I was younger,
carefree, flitting between hearts,
scattering the lovelorn in my wake
like sown seeds, lost, never harvested.
Then flippancy of youth. The transience.
Easy come easy go -
before the burden of emotion takes its toll.
My fickle fingers touched your heart -
then dropped it, hot potato-like;
craved for then petulantly discarded,
out of fashion, gone, onto the next .....
Yet here you are merging then with now.
You found me somehow, and I you.
Back to the future. Time travelled
and catapulted into familiarity.
The perforation of normality.
Present in the present with the steel
of the steeliest fox.
Categories:
interjects, nostalgia,
Form:
Free verse
I came to see you at the remodeled hospital
there were bright tiles, statuary Marys, and assorted saints
"full code" was on the door.
We talked about your eventual escape and some summer plans
Now ,I am informed by curt text that there is a DNR with "comfort care,"
and no further attempts at treatment.
Too much oxygen for home or nursing home, a quick move to hospice across the road.
I kind of knew when the nurse's eyes slid over you and
the live plant I brought in the optimism of the early part of the week
was jammed in a light-less corner- I set it back on your tray.
You showed me that the nurses no longer came running when you took off your mask- the machine readout was dimmed and the alarms no longer blared.
You want to be sure that I plant hazelnuts,
and build a bomb or storm shelter, you know someone with a backhoe...
"Jesus lives on the 4th plane, you know", you tossed out to engage me
"...but there are other planes..." a gasp and the mask back on.
Your sister quickly interjects that I need to find "someone" to talk to you about this, someone who is interested.
I will talk to you about Jesus, and argue for his placement in the 6th plane
to see those blue eyes twinkle over the mask.
I will plant hazelnuts, I affirm, and look into the backhoe.
I see you, and I will see you around, my friend.
For Mike M.
Categories:
interjects, friend, friendship, sorrow,
Form:
Elegy
There's a story,
As old as time,
Cute little girl skipping thru the woods,
A big bad wolf who follows behind,
She's Carrying goodies for her Grammy,
She does it with love and because she's kind,
The wolf trots ahead,
He's a mastermind,
He eats her Grammy,
Wolfing her down with a glass of red wine,
Then making himself comfy in her big bed,
He Does this all in the nick of time,
The little girl knocks at the door,
"Come in sweet child of mine,"
The wolf yells with delight,
"What did you bring for your Grammy tonight?"
The little girl in her red hood,
Whispers, "something just doesn't seem right,"
Come closer my dear I could not hear,
Red yells,"Grammy your ears are outta sight!"
The wolf so cunning and clever replies,
"All the better for listening at night,"
"But Grammy I've never seen,
Such a glow in your eyes,"
"My child it's the reflection from the moon,
It lighted the way for you tonight,"
"Oh my Grammy, you have such big teeth!"
The wolf decided on a rhyme,
"Well if you haven't figured it out by now,
I'm not your dear Grammy,
You silly child,
I followed you in from the woods,
You came straight away,
As a good girl should,
Carrying your basket full of food,
In your bright red cape,
Under your little red hood,
I ate your Grammy,
I'm gonna eat you, too,"
"Hold it mister!"
Red interjects in time,
"I know the rest of this nursery rhyme,
You can't eat me because I packed,
A weapon in my little basket,
To handle big bad wolves like you,
So up against the wall,
And spread em mister,
Today's not your day at all!"
The moral of this story is tried and true,
Never take for granted,
A girls power,
Or intuition,
You bad, bad, wolf, you!
~Vickie Thayer~
Categories:
interjects, bullying, childhood, cute, nursery
Form:
Rhyme
The sweet bliss of silence.
As loud as white noise.
A crowd of imaginative beings bless me with their presence.
When I need company, they never fail to show.
When everyone else fled the scene.
They never chose to go.
I prefer emptiness because I've grown accustomed.
The same way that the darkness never ponders of the light.
The world never interjects on my realities.
I'm like a living ghost.
Transparent to most.
If not all.
I see the world as a vast land of clouded minded beings.
Moments when I reached for the stars,
fell short,
and was looking for clouds to caress my body
and soften my fall.
Even though I'm present.
As if my potential light masked behind casted shadows
actually illuminated my pitch black realities.
The world is blinded, incapable of seeing.
The cloudiness never seems to fade,
so not much of a spotlight comes my way.
Barely just a face in the crowd.
Often I laugh to myself just trying not to succumb to the feeling that I am truly alone.
Usually falling into a conversation with the walls I'm confined to.
Or myself, the only one comfortable.
With my story.
Categories:
interjects, loneliness,
Form:
Lyric
I’ve been wise in my own eyes. Intellect.
Eyes shut not wanting to let light interject, and it’s dark.
I can’t see, thus I’m sent walking with a blindfold.
And I hold, my own understanding.
Landing in the palace of pride.
Remove this log from my eye
I beg freedom
Wanting to leave simple ways behind me.
The days that you’ll find me walking in understanding.
Acknowledging a sacred friend.
Wisdom. I invite you in.
Would you make yourself at home while I agree to your decisions.
I’m ready to give you my mindset
Shatter it and cut with great precision.
Welcome. You’re altogether wise, and I’m not.
How we’ve hung time and again before
But now I open up the door because I need more
And I’m tired of caressing a counterfeit. Logic.
And I can’t see.
So you point me towards my table
Asking for a rag to wipe off these affections.
Now that it’s clean, you set before me your correction
First lesson. She says, you must eat right,
For my mouth speaks what is true.
I talk, you listen. I rebuke, you move.
So I pay attention.
In yielding to her precision while she cuts.
Pride steady screaming this sucks, but I must hear.
So I draw near.
Not knowing if I’d be left breaking with tears
But I’ve invited you
You’ve wanted to speak with me but I’ve had walls
Those in which you’ll now bring down
So I stand as light interjects, setting the table with freedom.
Folly and pride, I don’t need them
I need you. Stay with me.
Make wise my heart.
Categories:
interjects, religion, me, light, light,
Form:
Free verse
*Image of Human Wake Up Light by Pixabay.
The Eternals Wake
Afterlifer's believes consciousness dabbles, effecting furtherance,
gainsayers, henceforth, interjects jocularity,
knowledgeable limits mortality nonbeing ... obliviates predominating, quasistationary,
relinquishes significance tasked ultrafamiliar,
vaticinators wanderings xenial,
yearning zen.
2021 October 18
Categories:
interjects, analogy, heaven, meaningful, universe,
Form:
Abecedarian
Opposing standards is one of Tim’s favourite past times
Not for the sake of difference but to cherish critique
to brush away his take on ignorance searching for his truth
Internalized self-evident and for the sake of future revelation
Creating creativity is far too laborious its
stifling not impulsive enough and stale for it
resembles conscious attempts of spontaneity
Contorting to conformity defeats Tim’s objective
togetherness is fine and so is shaping the world
but pluralism beats boredom and to follow a crowd
Oxymorons in tautological proportions repeated again and
once more affirm vulnerable souls who never put a wrong step in
front of the other as they move happily backward just the same
Conforming consecrating concreting confirming the evens
win far too often when odds are on blowing the norm
Cremating corrupt cretinous crap creates cohesive credentials
Timessa interjects that once every one shapes novel ideas and
follows a different tune in perfect synchronous ‘harmony’ what then
and thereafter but paradigms shift and diversions re-enter the stage
Archetypes polar opposites contradictions disagreements
compliment complementation fashion intricate concoctions
inaugurate new designs and refuse to create devious disarray
Tim decides that Timessa has a linear point yet would rather be a
lonely clairvoyant in the desert than to drown in quick-sands of time
Still he asks his feminine namesake to take a holy vow of communion
Two lovers with their own points of convictions are a miraculous convention
When they come together its everyone’s guess what circumstance and their
genes may result in with the magic flow of a near perfect union bubbling with joy
29th October 2016
Categories:
interjects, creation,
Form:
Free verse
It used to be cogniscenti versus intelligentsia,
Now the battle has taken on new forms,
Art is infinite he says,
haven't you ever really known a person she says,
You can only know a person through their art he says,
You're a good f*** she says,
Which will win,
Its been going on forever,
Someone interjects,
Its just in a new form today.
Categories:
interjects, art, inspirational
Form:
Snowflakes waltz on cold breezes
Remembered dance steps centuries old
Changing partners on a whim
Caring not whose creation they will trim
Father North Wind interjects boldly
Guiding the familiar waltzing journey
As flake swirls and spin gracefully
Always retaining their individuality
Jack Frost, his night shift ending
Leaps and twirls from place to place
Freezing morning dew, now expanding,
Preparing for the dance troupe landing
Mother Nature, the definitive director
Observes diligently each intricate design
Ever mindful of their desired destination
Knowing each becomes a Christmas decoration
Blissfully unaware of the preparations for the show
Children awaken to blankets of snow
Hastily donning coats, caps, boots and gloves
Father Christmas, delighted, smiles down from above
Note: I wrote this last winter during the Christmas Season. Hope you enjoy. Merry Christmas !!!
Categories:
interjects, holiday, imagination, nature, christmas,
Form:
Rhyme
One day I was browsing poetry.com
reading a poem, it was quite fun.
But at the end, to my disgust
I found that the author cussed!
Thoughts of anger rushed and flowed
through my mind, my fingers bode:
'I don't like certain words in this poetry site...if you keep this up action be taken'
Surely this foolish poet is now shaken!
I was quite proud of myself, I was like 'sup.'
And if again this poet interjects, I will construct
a tailor-made reply; with fury it shall erupt
in a chorus of homely angels screaming
'GET F*CKED.'
Categories:
interjects, poets,
Form:
Free verse
In her heart just beneath her skin lays a tin pitcher.
The spout along with it's sides covered with frost from the coldest of water.
Parched lips long for a drink.
But without cup or glass.
I implore that I have swallowed fear of the utmost; Diving in head first.
A slow sip that eases the insecurity of rejection.
Another sip that interjects that you could be everything that I need.
One more to ensure that I would gladly drown to be loved by you
Categories:
interjects, black african american, crush,
Form:
Free verse
Old man Moses’ sits upon his rock, contemplating his woes
Moses ails but a vision of a land for his sons and daughters
Brought here to settle, where their history then transposes
Exiled from Israel, then travelled by shore as sailed waters
Moses ails but a vision of a land for his sons and daughters
With his resolve to his people of Israel, remained unbroken
Exiled from Israel, then travelled by shore as sailed waters
North, South, West, and East, expelled by others unspoken
With his resolve to his people of Israel, remained unbroken
His sons, and daughters, arrive on a new shore as refugees
North, South, West, and East, expelled by others unspoken
Arrived on Scottish soil, where they as became its deputies
His sons, and daughters arrive on a new shore as refugees
Passing through other nations, either as free, or by slavery
Arrived on Scottish soil, where they as became its deputies
Thus, looked upon by Scotland, as the travellers of bravery
Passing through other nations, either as free or, by slavery
Old man Moses’ sons, and daughters their history was told
Thus, looked upon by Scotland, as the travellers of bravery
Now residing, in no such fairer country of beauty to behold
Old man Moses’ sons and daughters, their history was told
Fought nay' on blood, but peaceful endeavours of intellects
Now residing, in no such fairer country of beauty to behold
With Israel’s blood on Scottish land, that so truly interjects
Fought nay' on blood, but peaceful endeavours of intellects
Yea' old man Moses as dreams carried from a land of strife
With Israel’s blood on Scottish land, that so truly interjects
To become as one, with the Scottish soil as a part of its life
Yea' old man Moses as dreams carried from a land of strife
No fairer land is less worthy of our blood, as Scotland rises
To become as one with the Scottish soil, as a part of its life
With your movement to Scotland’s land amongst the wises
No fairer land, is less worthy of our blood as Scotland rises
Brought here to settle, where their history then transposes
With your movement to Scotland’s land amongst the wises
Old man Moses’; sits upon his rock contemplating his woes
Categories:
interjects, beautiful, history, jewish, meaningful,
Form:
Pantoum