Best Intersections Poems
I have a wandering mind
my lines as I draw them
over the grid as I steer them
through intersections
I veer them
perspectives I see
when I peer them...
detecting truth
in the dots as I hear them
A gentle Awe
the sound of pause
soft claw.ing sings from my pen
when the lines are drawn
and my mind goes wandering...
About U
Imagination.
My artful perception.
56 signed.The Declaration...
Categories:
intersections, adventure, fantasy, friendship, funny,
Form:
In many times in my life I always looked for exits.
Could only get so far and I get pulled over in the intersections.
I called them the Hate PD.
Some of them I use to call my allies but I was to blind to see.
They come at with their lights all blue and red.
Saying negative things that get inside my head.
Making me break and pullover.
Asking God "why me", then I look over my shoulder.
"Landon this GPS conscience speaking.
These negative thoughts silence them, start doing and stop over-thinking!"
On the road again as I see the red and blue lights are getting closer.
Put my foot on the gas as they're yelling at me to pullover.
Give up was turning into keep going
Now I see more lights as I'm doing a 65 in a 53
I'm weak turned into I can do all things through Christ that strengthens me.
Flying past those exits with no hesitation.
Because I'm not braking for anybody who wants to keep me from my destination.
No one can replace me.
And my enemies do not faze me.
Slowing down as I shed a happy tear.
Its quiet, I look at my rear view noticed the lights have disappeared.
Believe in yourself and God with all the problems your facing.
"Landon, thanks for driving. You have reached your destination."
Categories:
intersections, adventure, dream, encouraging, god,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
all the pheromones circled around me
without knowing, we will gather you all
and we make a world
you draw like the silver treacherous snails
pressed intersections
some over others in translucent layers
ah, here, this is the time you said
and we gather around
all around
extreme words and states
I was photographing the world with one cyclopean eye
cramming it into one night
glasses, cups, plates
how many sets I broke
stockings how many pairs I broke
a silky mountain to circulate mathematical butterflies
invented by the statistics of the managers
on the thighs
and house noises
on the dress painted by your hug
we were young
we are working on an abyssal constellation
our bodies craved warmth
and the hugs
and expectations
friends were watching us too
getting under their skin I was growing
move forward
I made leaves and flowers
and they gave birth to other planets
and other trajectories
and other plans were intertwined
we cannot say that the walking has slowed down
and neither did I forget
I waited until everyone arrived
so far away
that no sound was heard
shouting from one to another
density increased and voices
they were impregnated as the leaves in the geological layers
one of us will have to come
from the future
to research them
to understand what I said today
so far we have each come
that
it will be necessary that on the wall of this embrace
to give birth to children
let's give birth to voices that forget us
Categories:
intersections, beautiful, giving, happy, romance,
Form:
Free verse
Stoplight Fireflies
Stoplight fireflies blink yellow
over vacant intersections
Owls whisper on the mist
mime-like field mice listen
Soft surf muffles side step
clatter of crab legs
Feral eyes swallow
waning moonlight
A possum waddles beneath
blinking yellow fireflies.
©John G. Lawless
4/3/2017
Categories:
intersections, night, summer,
Form:
Free verse
I know I misled you at intersections in my mind
And I didn’t consider your life mixed with mine
If I'm able to show you how good this'll all be
Will you start again forever loving you and me?
Can you let me back to where I had been before?
Where you felt true devotion, love forever more
I could have lost it all in an instant that day
Why didn't I think before I turned to walk away
I dwelled on nothing for far too many long days
You've always animated me in each and every way
I have no problems when dealing with commitment
I know that your love is more than just evident
Just please tell me if this ride gets too rough
I will never walk away or say I have had enough
There won't be time you wonder where I had went
Every moment away is another second sadly spent
Categories:
intersections, forgiveness, life, lost loveme,
Form:
Rhyme
Curvature the plane to the point of distribution
Focus either latitude, asymptomotes are drawn;
Equalling hypotenuese with spiralling revolution
Discretely perpendicular to the course it set upon.
All prinicipals of axis are running through the centre
To rotate intersections where the vertices define;
A conic section tilted either left or right would enter,
Angled high perimeters where either halves entwine.
Visual the perspective where the foci separates
Each segment that establishes the gradual aim of low;
To benefit the lateral then where it penetrates
Is seen as the illusion and positions from below.
Illusion us to pivot sense, redeem the scheme as wise,
By having this as constant, to do with each, obeys-
The simple rule, coordinates whose will of gradual rise
Is probably a measured wrong, a hyperbolic maze.
Categories:
intersections, science, space, time, visionary,
Form:
Rhyme
She waits,
eight black spindles joined at one end by a pivot, a compass.
Each pinpoint balanced at the intersections
of self-drawn polygons.
Legs jointed like the fingers of a skeleton,
deft, dexterous as a harpist.
Body in two sections with ample abdomen,
the African who carries the water jug on her head.
Or an Indian, the untouchable with her caste mark,
the microscopic grains dropping through the hourglass
like drops of blood.
Blind, she has the surrogate sense of a seismograph.
She would feel a disturbance in the web
were it only a thought.
Never mind she lives in a dark corner
as devoid of light as she is of personality,
she needs neither.
She does not look as the wrapped body of her cannibalized mate
as at a gilt-framed photograph of the dearly departed.
The egg sac is not a silk-lined bassinet,
the hanging ornament
to all her future hopes and dreams.
She is absent of frontal lobes,
moralizing modifiers,
second thoughts.
An instrument of logic,
mate=food
sac=young,
syllogisms minus all prepositions,
additional excess cargo to be jettisoned
as the dried shells of devoured prey.
No welcome mats on the front step,
no settees in the parlor,
no cunning seductress with scarlet claws.
Only a modem waiting in the spaceless black.
Categories:
intersections, future, insect,
Form:
Imagism
Interconnectedness
Life with all its twisted
Train wrecks
Contorted metal
grappled around
steel, disfigurement.
And at the heart
of it all, I want to crash
with you. Be a witness
to your incriminating truth
Twisted in ways
censorship can't explain
Remove stop signs at intersections
and T Bone with you,
Bleep certain words
as I drive right through
Swerve on curves
Creep through school crossings
and race towards
Photogenic finishes
Connectedness
like snowfall on Georgia freeways
cautiously making incredible
feats of disbelief
writing under the influence
of you, hard to avoid
your touch even following
the six second rule.
I want to rub paint with you
have fender benders
and crash our bodies in ways
our spirits become unrecognizable
as to who belongs to who...
Remember how intersection negotiations
and lane integrity created anxiety
when you first learned to drive?
Collide
Categories:
intersections, addiction, anxiety, car, integrity,
Form:
Free verse
“I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination”
A Rambling Poet
Words
I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination.
Words rise in startled wonder in every derivation.
They settle on my keyboard and wait to be inserted
Into a line of poetry with which brilliance has flirted.
I pick a lovely adjective my noun to modify
Then pluck a pretty adverb with my strong verb to ally.
Pronouns, conjunctions, prepositions, interjections
Sitting very patiently for proper intersections
Where they can slip in easily and add a little flavor
To the fast emerging lines, their succulence to savor.
Willful words wander
pitiful poet perplexed
silently searching
words are writer’s tools
thesaurus comes to rescue
when they slip away
poet chooses prettiest
to enhance his creation
By Joyce Johnson 7/29/11
For Constance’s contest “Three Gems” won a third
rhyme
alliteration
tanka
Categories:
intersections, on writing and words,
Form:
Rhyme
A skein of Canadian Geese
fly above snow laden treetops;
Wave after wave crossing the sun
impelled by internal instincts.
Their discordant cacophonies
impel eyes on the ground upward:
young children pause their snowball fights;
Adults halt shoveling their sidewalks;
Motorists at intersections
crane their heads through open windows
straining to see their journey south.
Inharmonious honks fade away
Leaving anserine memories
and winter’s crystalline silence.
Categories:
intersections, winter,
Form:
Verse
Your love is Near
From the lyrics on the duet of loneliness
I hade seen the spark in your eyes and your smile
It is not what the past is saying to you,
It is not what the present is displaying to you,
Not even what the future is predicting to you
I know you and I have seen the sparkling love in you,
I know how lovable you are and what you deserve
You are crowned to be lover;
Now stand for love, because your love is near
Now fall in love again, because love is loving you
Your love is in the roots of a perfumed linen of your soul
Your love is planted in the intersections of your sentiment and emotion
It is not what desperation is saying to you
Not even when financial struggles suffocate your hope
I know you as you are, breathing trough this lines,
I can feel your passion to help, care and sustain,
You had been prepared for this moment of follies
You are free to love, to be in love,
because your lover is near
I feel like declaring on the top of the mountain of chemistry,
That Your enzyme is ready to melt your lover down as butter,
Your lover will not imagine what is happing, while pulling in
The chemistry is translating the tension to attention
Increasing drops to the carnal sieve of your lovable spirit
It is not about tones and shapes as advertised around;
It mostly about the candle of your brilliances is screening
You are ready again for the game of passion and love living
Categories:
intersections, adventure, cute love, encouraging,
Form:
Prose Poetry
From my alarm's first beckoning
until that first Venti Columbian at Starbuck's,
I knew the day could be filled with stress.
There was an endless Leadership Staff
meeting where Hanrahan imposed his
histrionic will on all the less gifted there.
Basically, everyone.
Hanrahan saw to it that leadership staff
only addressed 4 of the 13
items on the agenda.
Perhaps because the final 5 items
on that agenda had to do with
improprieties in Hanrahan's work group!
I survived the morning to woof down
a deli sandwich and another
Venti Columbian Starbuck's. (Two bad
accidents at intersections on
the way to the deli.) They skimped
on the spicy mayo! I ate it anyway,
hearing echoes of Hanrahan advising
everyone to watch the Democratic debate.
"We need Hillary or Bernie, people!"
And me, a registered Republican. I'd rather
visit those two in a federal lockup
than hurl watching them lie on CNN.
"About votes and legalizing 'hippy lettuce'
I surmised.
Returning to work I was summoned to
the HR office. "Could you and Brandt
help with Vista Team for a while?"
Hanrahan was being terminated as
we spoke. "Be glad to help with Vista
Team, folks. I might even watch the
Democratic debate tonight!"
Hanrahan will have plenty of time to.
If I had been a Liberal about them I could
have begged, "My kingdom for a Xanax."
But, I am saved. Brandt is heading to the
deli for a late lunch. I give him a sawbuck,
tell him to have a sandwich, and P_L_E_A_S_E,
bring a Venti Columbian Starbuck's, dark and rich.
Just another day in the trenches.
Categories:
intersections, stress,
Form:
Free verse
The Virgin and Child
Matrix of allusions.Its intersections
dipped in the beckoning depths of chaste dark
to grow limbs like any other. To mark
a departure into a great mission.
Life dipped in a suave and rare medium
of strokes and streaks . Who would not sense
in the vision-flatness an equilibrium
of solidity and reassurance.
The harboring grid of hardened faith
is crowned with thorns of colored distractions
without the telling placenta of birth
but still-lifed in womb-dark meditation
I ‘m the virgin, the lactating breasts, the birth
I ‘m the baby of the resurgent earth.
Form: A modern Sonnet, attempted.
**Based on the painting “ Virgin and child” by SOFONISBA ANGUISSOLA
S.Jagathsimhan Nair,
26th Oct 2013.
Categories:
intersections, art,
Form:
Sonnet
Longing to sway to the weeping of the violin
Even my shadow looks old
Pulled forward by the thunder of the piano
The keys ripple across my chest
Marching between intersections of limbs
Quivering with desire to move
To flow
With the air surrounding the instruments
The only time I understand my shadow is when I visit you
Give me some percussion to offer
Energy I can’t contradict
Float me to the very core
And transform me
A shadow
Categories:
intersections, music,
Form:
Free verse
Journeys begin
Watch pulse of heart;
Intent conspires
Old Casuarina tree
By school compound;
Witness to history
Stormy morning
Thunder and lightning;
Moody weather lashing
My old school dome
Now a museum;
To cement yesterday
Book shop retreat
Between covers;
Too much to know
Tour agency desk
Brisk bookings;
Now here or somewhere?
Chinatown hotspot
People congregate;
Worship by shopping
Ancestral shrine
We commune here;
Our forebears await
Clogged intersections
Crossroad commentary;
Noisy traffic jam
Leon Enriquez
31 July 2014
Singapore
Categories:
intersections, art,
Form:
Haiku