Best Interspersed Poems

I shore up my doubt, behind a loosely bound hope 
Which in turn is propped up without foundation
Cynical of a life, at the mercy of...

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Certain weeks I’m busy
And I run around a lot
So I’m either in a tizzy
Or I’m wondering why not.

For when plans are sometimes lacking
You might think...

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Letting Go

Letting go...sometimes it happens twice,
Eventually, as life does cast its dice. 
The little ones we raised flew from the nest,
Though for sure, the time...

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Elevated railroad tracks
Abandoned long ago
Have been transformed into a place
Where grass and flowers grow.

With benches made of wood or stone
And artwork interspersed,
The desolation and despair
Have...

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Contn'd from Pg 1

So she called out to the stranger and asked for a ride
Snow had fallen heavily and already piled three feet high
When she...

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I hear the chirruping of birds.
It emerges from vast hidden spaces
from wherever the birds may be.
Their twittering sounds are scattered,
interspersed with cricket sounds
and the intermittent...

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Form: Infinite Dot Thirteen Verse Is a rare form of poetry, where by the poem is made up of thirteen lines and within the poem...

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Dinosaurs just loved to take the floor and dance
On tippy toes the size of garden sheds
And when they did they’d sashay strut and prance
Harmonic beats...

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One little sidestep off the beaten track, 
Is a colorful garden of dazzling shades,
With blood red geraniums of scintillating hue
Interspersed by those of white and...

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I wander through my journey, interspersed with joy and pain, always grateful 
Though not by choice, some days are somber; yet others follow with abundant...

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I never thought I’d keep a record of my pain
or happiness
like candles lighting the entire soft lace
of the air
around the full length of your hair/a...

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If you only shout,
And are full of doubt,
On how to carry on,
When you turn the radio on,
Or no longer turn the tv on,
As fake is...

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BASEBALL IS THE GAME

A game embedded in the soul of America.
Baseball spans generations.
Father to son, father to son and so on.
It is a mirror of...

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And now the season has begun
the darkened skies have covered the sun
the sound of thunder is interspersed
by lightning striking on the earth
the winds increase in...

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Hmm...What Discursive Poetic Theme Shall I Write About...

Today (a rather brisk, chilly,
and otherwise sat
tiss factory twirly delightful
December 18th, 2018) matte
her of fact quite
refreshing noontime, while...

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