Best Interloper Poems

Crows sound the alarm

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There is a small eternity
'Twixt my coming and my going.
Though it be filled with riddles
And words crawling in the mud,
Time is no interloper, and I...

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“The True Mother”

What part of a heart
in another could one trust
when betrayal comes
like a silver bullet, words and deeds
sharp piercing to burrow 
bleed out Life’s...

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Renegade trees are popping up all over my yard.
Reminding me that I am the interloper; it is their turf.
This is a forest, wild and well-guarded...

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Normally, I'm not one to be alarmed by things that go bump in the night,
But the other night I saw something that gave me a...

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"Seconded Away"



The Primary input 
third person,you were I, 
you were seconded away
the interloper sashayed 
laughed victorious through lies
stole the gift given to you
from your mother...

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I‘ll confess to a cold blooded murder
I’ve gone down that deep dark path
But I simply had no other alternative
With an intruder lurking in my bath

I...

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Our dog is relaxing for the first time in almost eighteen hours.
The interloper is finally gone.
She is so relieved; I have never heard her sigh...

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Such Majesty There, Where Nature's Beauty Abounds

There it was deepest beauty all the way around
Whispering winds echoing most colorful sounds
Like a vision from a very...

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Boss Lady!  Boss Lady?  Whatever do you mean?  
Do you mean I’m hip, I’m fly, I’m stylish, what?  
Do I accept...

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Additional free advice to those* who would be King from the THIRUK-KURAL with Commentary
[*like presidents, prime ministers, dictators of declining (falling or fallen) nations or...

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"Open Oceans"



Kneeling on pearls
wisdom preys

praying
preying

hungry hearts
count the days 

wasting away
in all that preying 

for prayers 
to be answered

children become
strangers

reading 
strange words

finding 
themselves puzzled

genuflecting to a...

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Spit and the Ocean


The sand spits at me as I walk
an uninvited interloper
content in my inane belief
I leave disappearing footprints.
Theft, pilferage, armed robbery,
committed in covetous...

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‘Twas the Night before the day of Halloween’s Eve
The air was cold and the wind was mean
And on it traveled the fairest soliloquy
Betwixt Good and...

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Cloaking misty hills and many a deep valley floor: 
The empty Moor presents an outlook, stoical and dour.
Seemingly barren, this mute guardian of history,
Emits an...

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