Best Interrupts Poems
But they already had a cat
ME
Meow
How could they
Making me share my chow
My bed
My toy rat with the ripped head
My nip, my nap, my blue blanket with the frayed ribbon
I don't know if I can ever forgive em.
But they already had a reader in the group
ME
M is for Mitten, can't you see
We did not need an Elenore
She steals my lines and interrupts my joke
She makes me gag
She makes me choke
She sat in my chair
How will I go on from here
But they already chose first chair
ME
My violin solo was so sweet
Now I have to share
Not fair
No treat
Another fiddler I can't beat
The agony of broken bows and stepped on feet
I have no harmony left inside of me
Green on my fingers,
pink and purple too.
Acrylic paint lingers,
Ah! There is red and blue.
When I paint I’m such a mess,
Ruin my clothes every time.
Outer beauty must confess.
Truly hidden under grime.
Magical canvas,
Interrupts in ups and downs.
Makes me so happy,
In yellows, blues and browns.
Light and lively,
My fingers and my knees
Paint is everywhere,
Because I am being me.
. "Listen first,.....to the voice in your head"
Okay, …if only we can catch the waitress’s eye, we could order more tea…
Can hardly believe it… Joan is still complaining about her in-laws
Peg interrupts, excusing herself to go to the ladies room
What was it she said about her husband burning breakfast?
It must have been funny, since everyone is laughing…
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My eyes wander to the window….
I see some geese in the sky
Heading north... Oh my, summer has gone so quickly…
I must get the family together and go out to the lake one more time
We'll take a picnic, and let the children feed the geese...
I'll remember to buy day-old bread just for that,...
but we'll have to watch the children..
Last time one goose chased Suzanna, and she fell down, ....
…made her cry,…poor thing
It is so beautiful on the east shore….hopefully the water isn’t too cold
Maybe the children can still enjoy a swim…yes…we must do that soon….
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Oops, Peg's back from the Ladies......
I'll scoot over, to make more room,.....
Hmm..looks like she's done something different with her hair...
Joan is still chattering about her weekend with the in-laws.....
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How I long to be back at the lake again….on the beach in the sun….
Oh look there…just outside the window…
a whirlwind is gathering up a few leaves
Already rust and brown…edges curled with the touch of autumn
Yes, ….summer has gone so quickly…
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For the Contest: Summer's End
I sit here in the park amidst a carpet of green speckled with buttercups and daisies
A pale blue sky above ceilings my room as I close my eyes
as I open my ears to the Summer sounds surrounding me
Buzzing encircles me as bumble bees in picnic mode
collect the rich nectar from the sporadic yellows and whites
To my left in the distance I hear the distinct sound of children playing in the parks
swimming pool
Shriek's that would cut glass are consumed by the vast expanse
Water splashing resonates through the air as if carried on the Summer breeze
Chimes appear from the distance as a frenzy of screams shout
Mam, dad it's the ice cream van
Suddenly a quietness descends as I picture children and adults
licking their ice cream nectar like thirsty hungry bees
To my right I hear the distinctive grunts of my daughter and her friend
emulating Flushing Meadow on the local tennis courts
The odd yell of congratulations from watching spectators breaks the scene
As I turn my head again in radar like fashion I zoom in on the aviary where gorgeous
budgies are kept
I can picture their greens, yellows and blues through my closed eyelids
This little community chirp endlessly as they flutter in organised commotion
Delights of aw echo across the flower beds as they are absorbed in my
consciousness
Modern man interrupts this tranquil scene as metal birds noisily
roar overhead whilst bodied engines reverberate reminding us of the mechanical
world we live in
My own little world this Summers afternoon comes to an end as my daughter and her
friend return with vociferous tones
I open my eyes as normality returns
We gather our belongings as we head of home listening to the cacophony of modernism
Each year the world spins older
And winter winds sing colder ...
Oh I can name the minutes 'til its done
Dark and dreary binds me
Still the spring-tide winds me
Up to feel the breath of summer sun
Summer finds - sunshine
Kissing your skin
Summer finds - you're mine
Let - love - be-gin
Summer finds - our minds
Soft-spinning in ...
The breeze ...
The sweet summer breeze
I know that there's a reason
Each lifetime has its season
Morning chases off the darkest night
Tho' May can fill the hollows
The sun of summer follows
That's when I'll be holding you so tight
Summer finds - sunshine
Kissing your skin
Summer finds - you're mine
Let - love - be-gin
Summer finds - our minds
Soft-spinning in ...
The breeze ...
The sweet summer breeze
Baby, don't let the chill of those long winter nights
Blow all the embers away (far away)
Baby, soon summer breezes will warm you so right
And turn those long nights ...
To sweet - warm - lov-in' - days
(solo)
Oh sometimes there's a storm
That interrupts the warm ...
And paints a fleeting shadow on the sea
But then those breezes blow
To let this scoundrel know
That soon the summer mistral
Will bring - my - love - to - me
Summer finds - sunshine
Kissing your skin
Summer finds - you're mine
Let - love - be-gin
Summer finds - our minds
Soft-spinning in ...
The breeze ...
The sweet summer breeze
(repeat refrain)
That sweet, sweet summer breeze.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Summer Breeze" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Judge & Sponsor.
Dissonance is delegating the intensity in my eyes
Minor chords unveil the passion my body can’t belie
Eighth notes are lightning sparks that burn my finger tips
And when you play Fminor7 I tend to bite my lips.
I want you to scale my thighs
the way you play A minor harmonic
Deftly wrenching haunting moans
Experiences anything but platonic
Allegro Legato Crescendo Vibrato
Sing to me in Italian and tell me to hold my tongue
But if anyone interrupts the music …
a piano's lid comes crashing down--the last note never sung.
Shall I leap for the sky to then capture a star
Or be stead on this earth and admire from afar
Would I journey for miles to sense sunsets on shore
Or be sated with every day views from my door
Ah, my soul yearns for love that seems planets away
Know my soul of what love it needs beyond today?
For tomorrow it may be my heart breaks in two
Lest I take half for me and then bleed half for you
Then a love comes along and it echoes my song
Though my heart yearns to sing the refrain seems all wrong
It’s a question I’m certain eternally asked
Yet in fearing a heartbreak those answers are masked
So my heart asks why then do you question your fate
And my mind interrupts and says cease this debate
As I garner my heartstrings again reel them tight
They resiliently come back bereft of a bite
But tomorrow I’ll cast them again far and wide
In the name of sweet Eros my will please abide
I am certain a line cast just out of my sight
And the twin to my flame destined souls reunite.
As You Travel
By Franklin Price
3/2/2016
As you travel through this life
Do you hear a little voice
Each time you reach a fork
In the road and have a choice?
Is there a little feeling
In your gut that makes it tight
Telling you one way is wrong
And the other one is right?
Best to listen to that voice
And the tightness that you feel
Experience is showing you
That the choice is yours and real
No one can make it for you
Though they may show the way
In the end the choice is yours to make
As you travel day to day
The voice and feeling always there
To Show the path and give the nod
If all is right when the choice is made
Could be the hand of God
If a second voice interrupts the choice
And you know that voice it is wrong
Could be the devil tempting you
To a place you don't belong
In the end it's binary
The choices only two
The voices there to tempt
The choices up to you
As happy melodies hum,
Underneath, the sounds of sadness come,
Provoking all the sorrow and fear,
That all hearts are forced to hear,
Looking at the glowing mirror,
Seeing the reflection of “Myself”
Shadow less, I stand,
Contemplating the solid glass, imagining “Me”
Hearing the terrified breaths of “Myself”
While inside, I am touching the joyful “Me”
That an eye no longer can see,
No sympathizing, no sympathy,
Through “Myself” I could feel my lonely soul,
Desolated from the incomprehensible world,
Surrounded by rhythms created by void,
That I hear “Myself” continuously sing,
My soul sees through “Me,”
Unleashing the pain, making freedom surround,
But “Myself” comes and interrupts,
My freedom and my soul begin to corrupt,
“Me,” someone that no longer lives,
Someone that tries to forgive, “Myself”
The person that took place,
The person living a life drenched with dimness,
“Me,” is gone,
“Me,” has disappeared into non existence,
My soul is surrounded by “Myself”
Cherishing “Me” by the colorful memories...
Can you even imagine the pain,
That greets me in the morn',
The pain that trickles down my face,
The pain that makes my soul worn?
The pain that interrupts my sleep,
The pain that dulls my eyes,
Can you even imagine the pain,
The pain you don't recognize?
Can you even imagine the pain,
That breaks my heart in two,
The pain that forces my head down,
The pain that hides from view?
The pain that steals my smile,
The pain that blocks my throat,
Can you even imagine the pain,
The pain that makes me float?
Gentle eye, mellow heart, love outpouring
Our void like presence, spacial and vibrant
Magnetic bliss currents, enlivening
In stillness, to each nuance, sentient
At first stupor interrupts staid silence
Over time, silence displaces stupor
Assigning thus, innocence preference
Signalling consciousness fulcrum stabler
Upon internalising attention
Within the domain of our heart, spacial
Our divine connect prioritisation
Reveals blissful hues of Gods miracles
The pathless path; journey without movement
Vibrational ascent, in contentment
06-February-2021
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I walked through the woods this morning, nary an animal crossing my path. The only sounds I heard were birds chirping, small animals collecting nuts, and my feet as they gently landed on autumn’s leaves and the decaying pine straws.
I rounded the bend and paused just in time to witness the sun’s gradual ascent into the enormous Texas sky. I closed my eyes and stood perfectly still letting the silence envelop me. In the distance I heard them, geese honking. The blue air above me was filled with a skein of wild geese flying in V-formation.
They glided together effortlessly through the sky, homeward bound for the season. I stood in awe watching them noticing the geese had a pride about them, as if they were aware of their own magnificence.
fall equinox brings
skein of geese flying above
interrupts silence
wild geese, sunlit sky
V-formation heading south
seasonal journey
boldly unimpressed
by opinions, fears, and doubts
geese trust the Knowing
DOG SLED IN THE SNOW STORM
wind sucks breath
hopeful frozen musher
chases sun
frosty moon
interrupts white fury
dog team glides
snow ice smooth
dogsled consumes white miles
moonlit bites
V. Anderson-Throop
NAKED
*an ode to Fatherhood*
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I have always wanted to see
The different colors of the earth
To travel the round edges of the planet
To swim the pacific and fish the Euphrates.
I have been ready for this world
But this world does not want to see me yet
Nature tells me,
For i am naked.
I have sought to go places
Where no man has been to.
To dance to the lyre
From a Scottish ballad,
To drink from an elephant tusk,
Filipino wine.
I have been ready for this world
But this world does not want to see me yet,
Nature interrupts ;
Go make peace with your household
For you are naked!
Achie,
My papa said the easiest way to see the world
As a proletariat is through the honey rich pages
Of the book.
This book, he invested all he ever earned.
My son fair well in life, he says.
Please do not forget your humble beginning
Nature reckons on me
For i am naked!
My papa is crude and destitute
He has paid his blood and sweat for my literacy
"You will do more than i have done, my son"
He echoes to the wind that travels to the west.
My papa is not aware that in this book world
You are who you know.
I have appeased the elements to make way for me
For my father is aging.
Nature tells me to go and make peace at home
For i know i am naked.
G H o P S
X
M c J
Nightfall begins. It's beautiful, magical,
even astonishing. The grueling, long
process of avoiding my dreams.
So many bad thoughts from the books I read
right before bed. I could feel the darkness
creeping up my window. I am scared!
Terrified, anxiety ridden. I'm scared!
I try to think of things, happy or magical
to counteract all the feelings of darkness.
I want to go tell mom, but the hallway is so long
to my parents room. So maybe trying to read
baby books at this hour will help my dreams.
I tried a dream catcher to catch my dreams.
And if it stayed bright all day I wouldn't be scared.
Across the globe there are places like that, I've read
about. And that in itself is absolutely magical.
A night light being enough, is the type of night I long
for. But until then I still have to fight with darkness.
What did it ever do to me, darkness?
Other than infiltrate my precious dreams
with monsters, loud noises, and long
dark memories. Leaving me broken and scared.
Sometimes the creatures are even magical
in weird ways like the books I read.
It is not only what I have read
but also movies that are full of darkness.
Equipped with a creative genius' magical
ideas, movies bring tons of visuals to my dreams.
One day, I know I am going to get over being scared
of these things. But that's going to take so long.
So until then, I can only long
for the day that I can read
a book and not be so scared
and anxious of the darkness
that it entails. Or let my dreams
turn events into things that are magical.
Although I know it'll be so long until this night’s darkness
goes away, I will read until the morning interrupts my dreams.
Because being scared is for the birds, but the nightfall remains magical.