Best Interlope Poems

In Spring there’s friendship that’s lasted through the Winter,
all those cold nights of salted drops and quilts of snow.
The obsidian plague of midnights, melancholic drapes,
but all the while the candlelight of friendship did glow.

you’d think she’s the sun -
i wax and wane in restraints
having lost...

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When Winter comes, remember me 
beside you on those ivory sands
If frozen fingers reach for thee, 
arise and fling aside her hands

As you awake on shortening days, 
when Winter comes, remember me 
We'll pray that Frost forsake his grays 
and set arrays of color free

Light...

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Between Sundays and the week to come,
it’s Thursday wondering where the days have gone.
The flow of tick tocking the passing through,
when the rushing of the important is to pursue.
Days just disappear to wondering grieve,
while nights to sleep are to short to believe.
Moon tides smile growing...

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it is imperative that we do not circumscribe to being thorny
Veritably all will acceed to rising in the morning.
Though melodramatic we must abnegate and repress that static. All the pervading overcast of complicity we must abtly resolve. Hear many cry God Save the King, iconoclastic...

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She had a shark in her shoe
The doubts they just crash and tolled of pain a cry, I’m insane
Bodies broken just left to lie on the fields of inventing a new past
Relenting misrepresenting align to everything we once were
Wait but don’t stop, fall but don’t...

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Outside the box there lies some hope,
As those who come in darkness grope,
Upon a broadened path are led,
Unto a cross where Jesus bled,
For hearts to change and learn to cope.

Caught by judgment on downward slope,
Wayward souls lynched on devils rope.
No thought of Him who died...

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The yolk simmers
a large golden spread 
far as eye can take

The heat piercing through 
dots the lavish paint
with tiny red wounds 

The ragged yellow-brown
greasy lace curtain
hugs the ashen wall

A child is waiting
the outsides interlope-in
sounds,smells,sweet'n sour

In haze within
fleeting shades swirl
on a weary-go-round

Eternity ticks on...
he's a willing...

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Rigid Mountain

There is a place where all minds go
To the Rigid Mountain range
Of blackened streams
And hopeless dreams
To stop and rearrange

There is a place where thinkers sit
On rigid rocks and broken clocks
Of cedar trees
And willing pleas
As empty boats undock

There is a place where skies are bright
And...

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Bob Hope,
at birth Leslie Towns, died at one hundred and his life was an interlope;
admired for his comedic timing, facial expressions, and a great one liner,
the "road" movies with his pal Bing- for comedy there are none finer !

Bing Crosby
at birth Harry Lillis, this...

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Spring Sonnet

The microscopic lifeforms in my soil
Sense the rising in degrees Celsius.
Old Summer’s red wiggler worms now uncoil,
While hungry birds look down most odious.

Most showers now done, the weeds envelope
The surviving herbs, flowers, plus veggies.
Like the weeds, slimy molluscs interlope,
Quitting the shadows with their progenies.

Scooping...

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Feel free to chose how you live your life .....
Be free to chose either a husband or wife ...
feel free to decide what is that gives you joy ...
I really dont care if its a girl or its a boy ....
My message to you short...

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Stretch out your arms
Lie on the mossy forest floor
Feel the cooling fronds
On your back

Be embraced.
Join the family of trees
As they chemically chatter
Beneath you. Silently.

Interlope and envelope
An exciting vibrancy 
Of Autumnal shades
Before Wintery sleep pervades

Douse your soul 
In the pine scented oil
Of calm, ancient, understanding
Bathe in...

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In the subway, a flute player,
at his feet, cents, and dimes.

He is young, skinny,
large peppery Adam’s apple
bobbing,
all sharp elbows and pursed lips,
an old time preacher channeling Bach,
not hell-fire, but more the flame
of creation.

At a distance,
watching him hunched over the notes -
too shy to stand in...

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Should this be the apex no i mean
point at whats my
flawlessly interlope
with a masterly 
a man has a stroke mid stroke
soz just a
joking with
time tell him i will see him at the
end of the
partly partial
and s  p a c i  a l ...

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