Best Intersects Poems
The first crystal drop
of realization
shatters your glassy surface
and radiates the idea outward
in reflective ripples
growing concentric circles
with the newness
of being thought of
for the very first time
one drop
follows another
in a thoughtful cascade
and a thrilling commingling
of contemplative resonance
skimfully intersects
on a liquescent wavelength
…like a collection of Chinese linking rings
smoothly passing through each other…
exchanging enchantment
casting their own brand of magic
in lucid fluidity
across the suffused surface
of your soulful depths
that in this pearl
of a moment
revels
in revealing
the answers you seek.
Susan Ashley
July 28, 2018
Summer resplendent sun glowing
in the photosynthesis of viridescent grass.
Waving blades like long fingers flowing,
the sudden sighing gusts come and pass.
The field lives palpable in the anamnesis.
I step through the Queen Anne’s lace,
I lay down on dense turf, where distress decreases,
Sun of repose wrings out pain, leaving no trace.
The field uncut, surrounded by trees,
shooshing wind mixes only with the hum of bees.
Lazy, balmy, timeless afternoon, grasshoppers leap.
Musty grass inhaled. I doze and fall asleep.
The field dandelions release seeds like cotton
floating on nuzzling breeze, landing, then begotten.
Burrowing moles hunt earthworms under soil.
Nests and mounds, why do ants tirelessly toil?
Toad hops by, pausing, inspecting for insects.
Sioux Nation meadowlarks sing of friendship
from the nearby woodland intersects.
Love by dissolving into field, my ritual worship.
At cool dusk, I awaken to cricket chitter.
Night’s canopy of cosmos is without dimension,
measureless. I am free and joyous in star glitter.
I merge with field habitat, awakening all sensations.
Published: Pick Me Up Poetry 10/22
Accepted for Publication, 11/2023: PoetrySoup Anthology Vol. III
Reflections on the Important Things
Sandstone erode into dust harks history's fade
Effected by events, weathered
Crept century torture administers eventual taint
Withered time drives incessant
Battered slate roof removed promotes damage
Cold rain and blazing sun hurt
Cyprus seeds challenge infertile dust, establish
Passage through gathered dirt
Co dependent pieces redefine a weary structure
Fed full on counterpart stength
Capability maps character, freshened functions
Exchange worshipped sentiment
Protected rod trunk tree intersects better entity
Deep dug roots, a chasm shielding
Tumult inevitably threatens to reinstate tentative
Pledge prevails, reliance appealing
Dedicated to tasks, support and every day bolster
Ruin renewed by flaura's courage
Offers availed are automated, mutual responders
Hold each firm in order to flourish
23rd November
Intense heat ripples across
the vast sand dunes of the Serengeti
where it intersects with the
silent shores of a rare desert lake
a calm, cool oasis for both
man and beast.
Taj Mahal of the desert
it is a liquid cradle of life
coveted by a thousand tongues
as languid lake mesmerizes
drawing all that breathes
to its scarce waters, casting a
mirage like spell, beckoning
with reflections set off by
the hot desert sun, to come.
Salvation for the weary traveler
primal waters implore, drink!
Drink to the full, and be filled!
For blessings, unforeseen
are at this footstool of life
a sacred spot, touched by
the hands of heaven
offering a haven of rest, respite
and tranquility for all who want.
Written on 4/9/2019
We met at point forty five
At the stop, the beast on four wheel drives
I intentionally ask for the travel fee
Unconcerned about your impression on me
The moment you spoke of the bus cost
My numbers and calculations were lost
I wanted you to be the ying to my yang
Be the caller, as my telephone rang
My wise professor taught me mathematics
With formulas got my mind performing acrobatics
When letters and numbers were combined
I hoped that we were eternally entwined
Can I ever find e if u are square root to 128?
128veu, I don't wish for you to carelessly illustrate
Although the axis x was shorter than y
However your line will still converge mine
"Yang", you called facing the scintillating sun
Far past distant plains where we scorch and run
You are my "Xiaoping", capturing my troubled heart-
A splintered cork you used to sealed as treasury art
To the antique shop of organs you visited
Lies my draining veins stood so privileged
Satisfied with the length of my heart rate
I mailed gratitude to my aesthetic fate
Can you calculate if my rate was abnormal?
Alas! With you, I am immortal
My ancient professor taught me algebra
Equations that held us like bunches of abaca
That engulfs the arid earth with triumph
My axis extends higher than a tree's xylem
The horizontal axis of x for Xiaoping
And the vertical axis of y for Yang
If those axis intersects at point forty-five
It will equal to a pronumeral U and I
Too many sacred paths in front of us to trod,
no two intersects but each one leads to the God.
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REVISED:
Too many sacred paths in front of us to trod,
no two intersect, but each one leads to God.
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Tensions end on troubled notes.
Tired and weary she takes to bed.
Cascading rain endlessly,
A steady drum, it drips it's beat,
Cleanses and lulls her to sleep.
Awakened from a deep slumber
By a tempestuous noise of thunder.
The sky lit up with white-blue light.
Witnessed through her open window,
A wicked electric display to amaze.
Raw beauty streaking the night sky.
Dream and reality intersects.
Lightening brilliant as a sword.
She knows that secrets dwell beneath.
Tears cry harder upon the earth.
After the downpour and rain passes on,
A breathable cleansing of sorts.
All is awash, the earth rich and fertile.
She now smells hope.
Connie Gildersleeve
My Previous Poem Title of 5 Minute Challenge, 'Too Short Of A Time'
For Russell Sieve's contest, 'Complete Your Poem'
Trappings of femininity
Cagey breasts, Alexandrian perfume
An act of seduction
Not stupid in blunt fingernails
Painted rose a caressing owl
Scratches blood and snatches wallet
In crafty hands Love towels roll
clod in time my flesh intersects
the heat, boot and crawling insects.
All night the rain poured and poured and poured
I could not imagine a sky's heart broken so
Loudly the trees sobbed, and winds also roared
Some loneliness in me rose too to overflow
No stars nor moon nor any light from heaven came
A dark cloud consumes the forms and shapes
And in the blackness everything appears the same
Out of my heart a shudder, a horror escapes
To ponder if this cloudburst stays and never cease
The water rising from ponds, rivers, and the sea
And Orion widening and widening to show the east
Preparing the fire for the beast, and we cannot flee
The fire after the water coming, and the rain all night
And trees shaking to show the earth vibrating
And prayers found in us revives anew the old delight
Man and God intersects and sweet interceding.
Memories bring bitter tears one day,
sweet comfort and contented sighs the next.
Those journeys down the roads we’ve traveled may
evoke a range of dark and light effects,
ennui or elation. Either way,
it’s where the past with present intersects.
April 17, 2020
Contest Title: Each Letter Threads the Verse Placed 1st
Sponsor: Joseph May
April 25, 2020, entered in the Strand Pick E contest
Chilly breeze blows
Evening settles here;
Nearby croaking
~~~~~~~~~
May evening presides
Misty rain moans;
Haunting farewell
~~~~~~~~~
Lonely courtyard
Desolate chill;
Solitary tree
~~~~~~~~~
Empty street
Blurry lamp lights;
Lonely air echoes
~~~~~~~~~
Umbrellas moving
Rain drenching;
Wetness spills over
~~~~~~~~~
Cold cold air
Blankets soft skin;
Goosebumps tangle
~~~~~~~~~
Absent moon
Over the other side;
Lonely night
~~~~~~~~~
Hot tea brew
Warm comfort here;
Brief sustenance
~~~~~~~~~
TV drama
Good versus evil;
Staycation noise
~~~~~~~~~
Scattered verse
Fragments litter;
Impromptu lines
~~~~~~~~~
Late evening poise
Haiku moments speak;
Fragments received
~~~~~~~~~
Rooftops in view
Mud tiles cocoons;
Metamorphosis
~~~~~~~~~
Deep dark night
Stars camouflaged;
No moon tonight
~~~~~~~~~
Late night flight
Dreamy destination;
Sleep intersects
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
20 May 2015
Singapore
Sweet organic scents waft softly
through the vast and endless valley
where myriads of trees grow in tight rows
marked by long lines of rich, robust soils
that brighten with the rising sun.
I am happily lost in the incessant sounds
of bees buzzing, working in chaotic order
within delicate white orchard blossoms.
Their hum is mesmerizing and hypnotic
my fingers caress the ripe, orange talismans.
Dust and sweat mingle with hard work in this land
as farmhands goad the earth to produce its lot.
Strong arms dig the dirt in endless cycles
tractors leave their distinctive marks
sprinklers water the thirsty ground for miles.
I can see the valley’s shimmering lifeline
the wide aqueduct of the San Joaquin river
it flows like a liquid heart with precious water
thoroughly quenching the longing roots
that grow underground in quiet tranquility.
Those who work the land know it’s hidden secrets
I am just an admiring stranger, passing through
though I feel I have a small sense of it...a glimpse
…a place of laboring hands upon the earth
and a yielding of the elements within its midst.
There is a synergy of land and sky
a curve of the earth that intersects the horizon
a mystical union, a hint of heaven
a clarion moment in time.
5/15/2021
There it is, way deep down,
In my loins,
Teeming passion
Boiling upward, to my belly,
Reaching the pit of my stomach, tightly tied in knots.
From there,
Surging up my esophagus/windpipe,
Making me feel sick, gasping for breath
Running, dashing headlong
There at the back of my throat,
The scream surge intersects the brains message.
The two intertwine and merge to become
Forceful, powerful, ferocious, etc.,
And together force its way
Outward, explosively.
A scream, bloodcurdling.
A scream, deafening.
A scream, attention getting.
A scream, head turning.
A scream, imploding instead.
Tumbling down from the heights,
Falling back as ordered.
A scream, silent,
Deafening silence
Hear it? See it?
December 15, 2013
Times Square
Intersects the television screen.
At the crescendo of the scene
A starlet sings a melancholy song,
Hiding in a costume that disguises
The method she employs
To hypnotize the audience.
Copyright © 1997-2018 by Benjamin Toney. All rights reserved.
one day, while i was walking along the way as usual,
a strange thought suddenly occurred to me, i stopped
and turned back instinctively
“don’t stop, keep going your way
because the truth of the matter is the footmarks
you left behind are nothing but bitter memories”
the present is something i dropped while moving
in and out of the past and future, investing great value
in ordinary things that can physically be felt, is shattered
to pieces, a broken glass full of rotting wine
“don’t content with the status quo
because it’s nothing more than the sand
in your palm, it’s an illusion you may see or may not see”
i was thinking the future is nothing but a rainbow
hanging in the air seeing colors through a prism
comparing myself to a gross looking wriggling maggot
“it seems to be a good omen when you look up the infinite space
sky is blue and the sun is brilliant, but don’t be beguiled by those phenomena; actually the rainbow is the burning vapor struggling
not to evaporate, the sun is a tyrant and the sky is a figment of
the spectator’s imagination, it intersects with all kinds of prodigies”