Best Intersection Poems
SWORNLOVERS IS A STORY
ABOUT A BEAUTIFUL QUEEN
WHO IS MADLY IN LOVE WITH
A PRINCE THOUSANDS OF MILES
AWAY FROM HER.
ON HER 21 BIRTHDAY SHE IS SUMMONED TO
COME TO THE PALACE OF DULDRUM IN THE
BEAUTIFUL LAND OF FLOWDOOR, THEIR SHE IS TO
MEET THE HANDSOME PRINCE TULTOV OF THE
KINGDOM OF GILDRED.
THE ONLY THING ABOUT MAKING THE TRIP SHE HAS TO GO THROUGH
THE EVIL NEITHER WORLD WHERE THE EVIL WICTHQUEEN DEVILISHA
REIGNS. DEVILISHA IS IN LOVE WITH THE BEAUTIFUL PRINCESS, AND WISHES TO
KEEP HER APART FROM THE HANDSOME PRINCE. ON THE TRIP TO THE GILDRED KINGDOM, THE EVIL QUEEN BECOMES AWARE OF THE TRAVELS OF THE BEATIFUL PRINCESS. SHE AND HER EVIL SORCEROR ( WHO WISHES TO BE HER LOVER AND KING OF THE NEITHER-WORLD, BUT IS CONSTANTLY REJECTED BY THE QUEEN) CONJARS UP A POTION THAT MAKES THE TREES OF THE FOREST INTO WALKING TALKING CREATURE. THEY BLOCK THE SUN, AND AND CAUSE DAY TO BE COME NIGHT, THEN THEY CAPTURE THE BEAUTIFUL PRINCESS AND HER TRUSTY COMPANIONS. BUT FORTUNATLY FOR THE PRINCESS, A BEST FREIND IN THE WORLD, A CHANLING FINDS THE POWER TO CHANGE INTO A FLYING CREATURE, HE FLY'S TO THE HANDSOME PRINCE'S CASTLE AND WARNS HIM OF THE PRINCESS CAPTURE.
i stand haphazardly
at the crossroads of life
on one side
they are gathered
hands extended outwardly
ready to welcome me
on the other side
you reach out
tempting me
with the same passion
as this very dawn
i linger on the edge
weighing my choices
carefully trying to decide
which road to follow
love is not an option
when it's scattered
across the distance
like this sun
across endless skies
trying to be the light
in everyone's path
i stand frozen
stuck in the frame
of marching time
awaiting...
as the seconds
continue
to wind down
you’ve passed by this intersection enough times to know whose light turns green after
you’ve had those petty fights enough times to know that neither of you really mean what you say
you’ve been in this traffic jam enough times to know that it was actually better to take the other route
and you didn't take the other route enough times to know that you always, somehow, make the wrong choices
you’ve broken up with the same lover enough times to know that the break-up isn’t really a break-up
you've messed up your life enough times to know that you might be the problem
you’ve known you were the problem enough times to realize that you probably can’t do better
you've apologized for the same mistake enough times to know that you’re not actually sorry
you’ve made the same promise enough times to know that you can’t really fulfill it
you’ve heard the same line over and over enough times to know that it’s never going to get better
but there is no such thing as enough.
and you’ve said that enough times too.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
at the edge of a black hole's sigh,
where light surrenders its final arc,
a clock melts into liquid shadow.
seconds stretch like taffy—
thin, translucent, tasting of iron
and forgotten supernovas.
The universe holds its breath.
she is my sister.
he is my brother.
she tough me how draw.
he tough me how to play the computer.
she tough me how to sing.
he tough me how to direct the story.
she tough me how punish your enemy.
he tough me to be my self.
she tough me to be "cool".
he tough me to be smart.
she tough me how to deal with people who weren't.
he tough me how to be listened to.
she tough me how to be jealous.
he tough me to depend on him.
she tough me how to scream through slammed doors.
he tough me that he loved me.
she tough me how that i was annoying "on purpose".
he tough me how to be creative.
she tough me how to have structure.
he tough me to throw away everything that was painful.
she tough me how to not care about another person.
i tough myself to completely depend on my brother to support me when no one else did.
and then the tough me how to leave for college.
she tough me not to feel so sentimental and sad.
i tough her that she could shut it.
she tough me that onward silence is better then forgiveness.
i tough her that ...i didn't care.
she tough me that she liked being alone, and wasn't sympathetic.
i tough her i didn't care about that either.
time passed
high school started.
she tough me how to get on the right bus.
she tough me that the art teacher i had was horrible.
she tough me who i should avoid.
she tough me to trust her to drive me to school.
and then a funny thing happened.
she tough me how to in the car.
she tough me how to "get the boy".
she tough me to watch anime.
she tough me how to have structure.
the sign itself doesn’t
stop
like my heart,
red and cornered.
a flashing soul faces you
eager to make the turn
onto a one-way street,
called time.
Justice,
is not the sound:
of a banging gavel,
as the result of a man's decision.
It is found in the laughter of orphans,
or in the quiet tears of a widow's distress.
Justice, does not announce its presence noisily,
nor does it appeal to mere reason or fleeting thought.
It is in the silence of a still moment that it rushes in.
A flood of rescue, a team of unsung heroes, without banners.
In the simple embrace of a father to the orphaned, or mother to the widow.
There it is found in the least likely of places, the free offering of smiles.
An undeserved torrent of kindness that drowns out history's pain,
giving a new and beautiful fragrance to the debris left by injustice.
Tears lose their sting, they become source of life watering souls,
satisfaction is no longer measured by simple shelters, or full
bellies, and clothed bodies; this is not true contentment.
Joy ignited by the embers of love, fueling life.
Purpose, not dependent on fiscal wealth,
a life becomes a raging wildfire,
made visibly tangible,
Mercy.
HIM
I didn't ask to be born
neither did you.
And of all the shoes I've worn
you've walked very few.
My first job was to gather eggs
I was four then.
The welts on my legs
were for bringin' in
less was expected.
Five, eight, twelve
eighteen came uninspected
beatings delivered by unintrospective
role model.
Family values passed down
through saloons and brothels
and Sunday School dress-up to drown
screams of innocence
no voice to tell them with.
THEM
Little boy, this don't make sense.
Suck it up, embrace myth
eology please. It will ease you
and us who've worked very hard
protestantly ethicking virtue.
Son, we can quote bard.
You weren't blessed by our god might
you want work to make enough
to live and perhaps breed? Well, alright
then the non-negotiable answer tough
as it seems to liberal
scumbags is this deal:
Sign up your visceral
instincts to kill.
HIM
So I did
A square in a square
Four lines equal length
Then repeated
People pass through
And over and around
Tires squeal
Lights change colour
Dogs on leashes
Rain soaked pavement
The foundation for this
Fifteen stories up
It all becomes clear
Life carries on
Under an umbrella
Just the story of two points
directed to be different lines
As her dice destiny throws
two little lines were coming close
The game of destiny shows
How innocent lines of friendship,
care and affection grows
Unknowingly, Unintentionally
during moving in their own direction
Oh! they meet at a point
called 'The Point Of Intersection'
All kind of positive vibes & emotions
lovingly love, caringly care, tons of happiness
raining above & around their heads
and we all dream such Happy Happy ends
But this meet-cute follow painful separation
'cause this point is not like the other
from one side the Point of Meeting
& Alas! from the other the Point of Partition
Oh! why they met at the Point of Intersection
To every point & point
making longer line
the enlarging separation
and a constant
dust of realization
-"How much Love,
[that always dreamt of ]
Pure Love was there
at the Point of Intersection"
Want to meet again
but never wish they made
'cause they know very well
if not How they Destined
at least the way they oriented
So read it loud & in clear voice
One rule from 'The Rules of Lines'
-"Two lines meet at One ,
And only One Point."
I drifted through the mists of timeless lands;
Emerging from the clouds I saw your face.
Possessed by my own joy I felt my hands
Upon you as we stood in an embrace.
The past year manifests inside a dream
And culminates in your angelic touch.
And nothing that I contemplate can seem
To match this feeling; nothing means as much.
But suddenly I woke and left the night
To question if our meeting left a mark.
The memories were fading in the light;
The light that leaves us sitting in the dark.
If only we could reunite to feel...
Could such a thing have really been unreal?
It was just another road construction
Of a brand new super highway,
Only seconds just saved from destruction
On that cold, cloudy winter day.
The back hoe was about to crush it sure,
When the archeologist whoaed—
And they gently pried open and then tore
The pine box so long ago sowed.
Inside were some old fragile human bones,
And shreds of a prospector’s clothes—
An old hat and boots brown with earth’s tones—
Someone long dead from the gold rush’s throes.
Construction was briefly halted right there
For sonar searches of that land—
Finding echoes from more graves safe from care,
Laid to rest by a loving hand.
And so the decision will then be made
To cover or just move them all—
As the simple plans of man are then laid
For a graveyard or shopping mall.
And the story will so quickly just dim
Of that lost prospector’s demise—
As none care what ever happened to him,
As a gull wings out toward the west and flies.
The words kept echoing in her mind
Like lightning in a stormy night
Her Heart forgot its rhythmic schemes
Missed several beats
A baffled smile came first
Then a rainbow burst with all its colors on her face
How long did she wait
For those three magical words to be said!
And there____ they were spoken
Her eyes closed,
His eyes fixed on her,
He asked___ don’t you
She raised her head, but couldn’t answer,
Between the eyes and him
A couple of tears beclouded the scene
Wiping the water from her face
He asked____why___with grace
She replied while turning her sight
towards the swaying Silken Tent___white
I am sorry____ I couldn’t get to you,
I got to honor my pleages ,
I don’t belong here___you do
Far above, the sky roared with its full might
She could see the swift clouds running from the horizon
To the zenith’s points, making a Dom of dark Clouds
Enclosing the earth like a body in grave…
He stood there___firm
She left
But her heart……
People meet
Not knowing
Greatest thing about happen
Something to love
Something to hurt
Situations
Cirumstances
Responsibilities
Roadblock
Making climax and twist
Reducing chances
To make it happen
Two people
Holding sparks to each other
Discreetly
Afraid of the unknown
Against rules and regulations
Hoping it will happen
Somehow
In this nonsense
To make sense and true
No matter what
Reality ultimately shines strong
On them
Not happening
Maybe next life
Where everything will be in line
Fate brings them together
All they can do
Savouring every moment
In the time allows
Their heartbeat
Holding their breath
Looking at each other
Like it is best thing happening to them
Till it is time to let go...
© Sue Sanzz 2020
Early registration! Determination in his eyes , off we go to the land of isolation and independence.
It is what l asked for all my young life , now that it is here....l can't take it , l was warned that "lf you rush , you crush." Well what l blasted into existence is destroying my crops.
My face dunked in shame , what have l done? I just wanted so badly to grow up , be on my own but fishing tends to be tricky when hunting on a stormy day and it seems it's always stormy. Life right? What is the price of growth!?
Honesty , integrity , empathy , sympathise and realize the true lies told by Pennywise.....the rotten grapes igniting within my veins deceiving me into supernova , oh my dejavu!
Late registration....the arrow of belief in the goodness pumping love into my being , Bloodmary of courage, yes l am young that makes me free and ready to excellerate.