Best Intermittently Poems

She calls on me, intermittently
In fickle favor, in spotty dictionaries
My demure, distracted destiny

She is the unrequited lover, the absent mother
She is Santa, granting wishes
Upon orphan dinner dishes
Then, flitting through my mind's back door
Leaving me her messy, unfinished chores

She is sly mischief's mocking whim
She is moonlight's...

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Stormy winds swing canopies of trees 
Swaying dark shadows upon my reverie
Glimmering through forest-green leaves 
Sunlight filtered by cumulous clouds

As raindrops pitter-patter on sidewalk
Drenching instincts ambling in the park.

Sun-rays soon flicker, as rain-clouds part
Spreading golden dust on cobalt-blue sky
Intermittently oscillating light and dark
Floating breezy patterns...

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Gleefully you and I smile from a scenic window on life
Enchanted by nightfall befriending quixotic autumn sky
Embossing crimson brushstrokes on vermilion arc
Akin to a painting in classical style of renaissance art
Parading in front of our eyes on a thrilling train ride,

When orange glow of sinking...

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I attend to my garden each day-
   though a tedious task, it is true.
With the seeds of ambition, I pray
   it will flourish for me and for you.

Do you know how it prospers my dears?
   With the sunshine of...

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Tonight, I think, I’ll write a few lines.

As the clock strikes the dead of night
And the thick darkness is slowly swallowing me up
Nothing but the inner screams of cancerous depression
Rise within me; I think
I am about to issue a necessary dream-shelled poem.

The entire world sleeps...

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Eagerly I arose to welcome winsome spring
Anticipating an ebullient, sun-swept morning
Only to witness opaline skies turn gloomy
Shrouded in dampness of rain pitter pattering
Swirling dust emanating petrichor themes
Scattering dreariness on visage of dawning.

You too were awed, extolling scenic setting,
Lauding crimson hues that darkened swiftly,
Adulating rustling winds...

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Peering in the windows,
Of those lives I barely see,
Except when tokens are procured,
For rides, intermittently,
They look at me, I look back,
Nothing severed or taken,
My pith, unimpaired,
And by them, unmistaken,
Do they think that my life,
Should be transformed to theirs,
With foreign exclusions,
And tainted, quaint stares,
Their subtle indifference,
No...

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Fall brings mosaic colors of falling leaves,
soon after hues dissipate to barren trees.

Storms churn clouds in mighty thunder,
thrashing rains fall, sun quietly surrenders.

Softer breeze flows as horizon says hello,
awaiting hiding sun to peek with a rainbow.

Stars roam to brighten the Milky Way soon,
moon transforms from...

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THE IMMORTAL

“Once there was a tree, and she loved a little boy.”
 Shel Silverstein, The Giving Tree


You will go to the land of Oblivion to remember. You will bring in the hands the faithful document of your calligram and the children's bread, as always, under...

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We worship* You, Lord … praising You for Who You are
majestic in Your radiance, verily magnificent
splendid in Your goodness, constantly present
wondrous in Your glory, drawing us near to Your altar.

We worship You, Lord … trusting You and Your might
subduing our problems midst persecutions and trials
fighting...

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The snow falling intermittently around my little cabin
Covering at times my beautiful tree
The only life I have ever known 
I dream of sunny days and flowers poking out of the ground
I know not where these dreams have come from
Nor the memories of waves crashing upon...

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“birds care not for whom they sing” Quote by: Silent One

The Gemini garden is in full bloom
Looking glorious in the month of June
The sound of silence, apart from birdsong
Is magic to whom the garden belongs.

Birds sing intermittently all day long
It’s their language spoken in tweet-along...

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I remember my cherished Wolf Cub pack, 
How I loved those Wednesday evenings, 
The games, the pomp and seriousness of the camps, 
The different coloured scarves, sweaters and hair 
During the mass meetings, 
The solemnity of my enrolment, 
Being helped up a tree by an...

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Regina Riddle is 48
She’s been married – twice
Her first marriage lasted 23 years
And gave her heart some lasting fears
She’s struggled through some tender moments
And found herself bursting into tears
But through it all she’s trusted in the Lord
He’s been her rock and very best friend

For many...

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ELLY MAY


poem by: Maria Williams

T'was the night before her birthday and Elly May
Still in the office putting stuff away
In her horn rimmed glasses and grey flannel suit
She was the epitome of perfection, the essence of truth

She was the best secretary that they'd ever had
 They...

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