Best Intermission Poems
dark blue curtain falls
the long act comes to an end
players take their break…
to snack on dreams and slumber
till dawn signals curtain time.
© Sandra M. Haight 2015
All Rights Reserved
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~8th Place~
Contest: One New Tanka
Sponsor: Rick Parise
Judged: 04/07/2015
Placid river barely moving
Clear of sediment now settled
Summer reeds are gently writhing
Bed is lucent, pebble speckled
Willow fronds moved by faint zephyr
Twine in lithe adagio dance
Aspens whisper trembling measure
Senses all becalmed, entranced
Movements so decelerated
Where compulsion to align?
Days of sun intoxicated
Let the clock subdue it’s chime
Too soon: life’s twilight; drawn: the blind
May time pass slowly; I’ll not mind
"Intermission: Ad Infinitum Lux Vitae"
Intermission
I wait
You call
I have loved
I wait
Lux Vitae
I have loved
Through the Storm
Lux Vitae
I have loved, to love You more
Through the Storm
You call, Open Door
I have loved, to love You more
Ad Infinitum
You call, Open Door
I walk with You through the Storm
Ad Infinitum
My Love is always Yours
You walk with me through the Storm
The Waiting Room calls
Intermission
(Lovejoy-Burton/April 2018)
for "my" Georgia,
who is entirely her own person
The inspiration for my poem -
This "Pantoum" is about Birth, Life, Death. There are all sorts of "Waiting Rooms", in this Life and the next. Of course, this is my belief. The reader may interpret Birth, Life and Death distinctly separate from my belief.
Georgia, the 'True' inspiration for your name, below. x
"I decided to start anew, to strip away what I had been taught.”
- Georgia O'Keeffe
"I had to create an equivalent for what I felt about what I was looking at - not copy it. ”
- Georgia O'Keeffe
"I said to myself, I have things in my head that are not like what anyone has taught me - shapes and ideas so near to me - so natural to my way of being and thinking that it hasn't occurred to me to put them down. ”
- Georgia O'Keeffe"
"Marks on paper are free - free speech - press - pictures all go together I suppose. ”
- Georgia O'Keeffe
"To create one's world in any of the arts takes courage. ”
- Georgia O'Keeffe
"Anyone who doesn't feel the crosses simply doesn't get that country.”
- Georgia O'Keeffe
Artwork, Georgia Totto O'Keeffe (November 15, 1887 – March 6, 1986)
“Ram’s Head with Hollyhock”, 1935
https://www.georgiaokeeffe.net/ram-head-with-hollyhock.jsp
Trent Reznor/Atticus Ross
"Technically Missing"
https://youtu.be/EBaa0k1y57w
"Politics is a dirty business. If you are going to 'write' policy, fabrication is not advisable, make sure you have ALL the true facts in front of you and that TRUTH is delivered by whatever means necessary". Quote, Leanne Lovejoy-Burton to daughter, Georgia - April 2018.
Intermission: The Pause
“the sands of time
are trickling through
my hour glass”
When you leave to go to the Mart
buy some glue to fix my heart
for when you're gone I'm feeling faint
then I pull low the shades and
close my eyes feeling like I wanna die
so I hang my head real low to cry.
yet, I'll count the hours for your return~
yes, sweetheart~For you, I yearn
and when I'm done and start to pray
asking God to watch as you're away,
I'll think of how whole I'll be
from your hugs later on this day
But until then, I'll sap on someway
'cause you're the one~ as some would say
my heart
my soul...
my mountain spring
my desert flower
my everything !
Intermission : “Runnaway Train”
“There’s a little hotel
called
The Shady Rest
at the Junction”
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Fifty Shades of Corden
https://youtu.be/ilTHiqAmuX8
"Intermission: Flutterby Reveille"
Impromptu like a moth
pale words flutter out of his
psychodelic mind
curious funny flutterby…
for a second then, I didn't move,
deadpan, I said,
"... try again with some panache, some style"
incredulously, I smiled,
he's tripping guitar leads
counting long-tooth years
and numbers between drum beats
here no rest for the wicked, we...
hear pretty worded poets
walk on tip toe
balancing wet bars
on bipolar tightropes
shaking up and banging upside down
all the pretty snowglobes
In his land of silent muses
driving as he wrote
Singing “Every Little Breeze Seems to Whisper Louise's”
Pushing the envelope
aside, he writes,
retirement is a caged zoo
he gets high on cryptic puzzles
and cracking her
Sudoku
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
Breakfast Reveille:
The Angels, “Take a Long Line”
https://youtu.be/4LdZAK2Rfkg
The Angels, “Rhythm Rude Girl”
https://youtu.be/4bWsbCpCwOg
The Angels, “Rhythm Rude Girl”
https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/angels/rhythmrudegirl.html
"The Flow"
I walked into the Ocean today
the Wind was wild whipping up the waves
like lemonade white horses riding into shore
I tread water, the Aquamarine was a washing machine
While someone else’s kids raced by me out to the break
the wind bit my face, I submerged myself then resurfaced
I became sad when I thought about the Fraz
I swam out to the deep I was very brave
forgot about monsters with sharp teeth
dreamt they were all fast asleep
bellies full of other dreamers
Sharp Teeth were nowhere near my feet,
They were lying supine snoring at the bottom of the deep
Balmoral was a breeze I was free
feeling guilty it was me in your sea
I floated on my back and just went with the flow
had a little cry, the Ocean took all that salt in
there was nowhere better for it to go
the Sun burnt me up 3rd degree inside real slow
The Seagulls circled above grinning
Yellow crested cockatoos in the big Moreton Bay Fig
like tiny pterodactyls screaming, water crystal clear
angel fish, puffers and blue bottles spinning always near
One can only love
One can never save
But there is the grace of forgiving
I walked into the ocean today
I thought about being brave
Thought about visiting
the Mermaid’s Cave
another day another night
Finding starfish hiding under treasure rocks
Find Silverfin and take his fin
Fairy Bower and swim in your Fair Light
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)"HOME"
"Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is HOME."
https://youtu.be/cbnS-1ZQPD0
https://youtu.be/lf_b_OCKL6I
https://youtu.be/b6d3ghgZuMI
"The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned." Maya Angelou
(gvlm-scm)
Silverfin
https://youtu.be/eai_6DXKXtA
Ridding the world of you came at a cost
now I float without color
without virtue
Why can’t I feel my arms?
what were once extensions to hold me up
don’t provide much when walls aren’t a factor
This place has an odd irony
I seem to be the butt of it’s joke
No violence, love, hate or demeanor is needed
I don’t even think the decorator had any idea what to do with the interior
Gave it to the serpent and the man with the hat who sits on the clouds
I should probably move
Saints come here for purification
I’m the elephant in the room that everyone's well aware of
but unsure of
Do-gooders snicker and point
wonder why I’m even here
So much for secrecy, so much for some well earned alone time
I wanted to rest by the white tree
have a drink
wax idiotic with Dante and Virgil
rather that than being cleansed by fire
it was just one and she deserved it
There I go opening my big mouth again
the flames lick my toes as the chubby servants poke with their sticks
God damn it I told you I have a thick coat
this may take a while so I hope you brought something to read
Drink the elixir, pardon the purpose, give me the light and rest
bring on Hades
make a decision cause I’ve always been torn between the two
Not all bad is good and vice versa
Book it for the door as the red guy extends his grip
I should have tried a different route
no turning back now
I will not be reprimanded by the mountain
on this wing I’m carried back where I belong
amongst the hysterical and crying souls of a nameless generation
I’m back.... did you miss me?
"Inside Out"
Blue bird breaks the cage
when brain bleeds wild
not tame,
into cerebral skies
Angel wings enfold Icarus to sing
Paint my mind with
your dreams, kaleidoscope colours
become gold and silver now shimmering,
like Klimt you stroke my canvas
to quench and deliver, to shine in the glistening
Light arrives on your tongue
Lips whisper words in a dark room
high notes played between sheets
You are the heat I am the monsoon
You are the Sun I am the Moon
Pulling tide from an ocean our room
Waves ripple over fine Egyptian white cotton
the wanting to be coloured
chords like ivy encircle our bodies
all poetry and music in motion
I am milk,
you are all thirsty hot kitchen devotion
Music made and Pages written
in a warm bed your story is just beginning
Wild roses entwined, you each pierce the other,
the thorn by your side
to bloom and then, like a new day, you open wide
to the other’s Gold in Blue Sky
Souls transfer on a kiss
Inside Out two souls
become one possessed
one cannot shine without the other
a complement, the other would sorely be missed
a compliment, the other would sorely be missed
Escape the room Inside
Outside a jail break made
freedom flies home today
when brain bleeds wild
not tame, into cerebral skies
inside from the outside
you smile
smile you
outside from the inside
Twin mirrors reflecting
Gold Light
and
Blue Skies
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
https://youtu.be/y14Kp1DitpE
GARBAGE, Milk
He
left his
cowboy hat
on interstate
seventy- five
double crosses
both belong to his love
but she to the Kingdom
his cheating lips kissed too many bottle necks
We promised him refuge from his own mind
But he only bargained for more time
And those Words were just cold steel blankets
Over a warm body, so he hung his boots
From the willow tree, over our Altar place
Surprise colored me
As he
Wept for
Us
Performer spies a boy nearly asleep;
“Look,” he calls out; sitting duck’s
body shakes with laughter.
4/13/2023
Ignoring my flaws…
Icy marrow from red straws
Misery on pause
This is one of the poems from my new novel "DoJez's Unjust"
"A feeling phased by color.
A talent despised by others.
Man flawed with "Brothas?"
A time that's stormed with thunder.
The pale insisted manner.
Ignorance accusing the matter.
Will man question this matter?
Or just say it doesn't matter?
Simplicity raged with infurity.
Complexity disturbing purity.
Racism is crimson to the ability,
The ability to confide humanity.
But yet, it's still here."
Intermission – get on line,
Which mostly seems to crawl,
Just to have the pleasure of
Two minutes in the stall.
Do your business, wash your hands
And climb two flights of stairs,
Then squeeze past people who won’t move
And fix you with their glares.
Broadway shows are special treats
But will be better when
The aisles and women’s restrooms
Aren’t blueprinted by men!