Best Intruded Poems
For PD's Collaboration Contest
August 28, 2015
By: Eileen Manassian
Thank you for this string of pearls
What a beautiful sight!
Right?
Yes.....a sheer delight.
You look surprised!
You gifted them to me
Can't you see?
This beautiful pearl tapestry
Exquisite jewelry!!!
One by one....
They came to be
A word, a look, a gesture....
Each one...an irritant
You slipped into the softness of me
So....unobtrusively
You forgot to set them free
As for me?
I had to survive
Had to stay alive
Forged from what pained
My nacre tears rained
With each silky one
I spun and I spun
Now...I'm all done!
This necklace you see
YOU gifted to me
****** ******* *****
The pearl you wear,
Can't be compared
The inner beauty
Your shell gives
A surprise you gave
Upon my face
Blind by beauty upon your grace
A jewel not easy to trace
Perfect in every way, you trend
Hidden deep
Beneath the sea
Grains of sand lost peacefully
Your strength came in a form,
While being intruded on
So precious, breathless
I needed more
Layers of nacre
touch my greedy hands
A pearly tapestry
I gave my loved one
You shun away, giving shine
The Mother of Pearls
I rest my case!
~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~
Categories:
intruded, love hurts,
Form:
Free verse
Once his brown alpargata shoes trod countless miles,
imagination burst from his vivid, traveler's eyes...
He traversed valleys leading to azure mountains,
and heard a chant sung with vivacious tones.
Like the invaders of the past that built sturdy castles
on rugged hills, he intruded in those ghostly places...
expecting swift lancers with fierce glances ready to attack him,
or take him prisoner and toss him in a dungeon completely dim.
But with his slick tongue, he would kindly ask for a fair trail
and be scolded by the drunken King with the fattest tummy
to explain with a few words his intrusion in that well-guarded territory;
and looking so young and innocent, his plan for deception wouldn't fail!
" Oh, mighty Frederick II...I come in peace and as a conquered native,
I would bow in admiration to be of service to your kingdom,
which extends from Naples to Sicily, your mercy is imperative...
may your soldiers unlock these heavy chains that make me lame!"
The Norman King with the bluest eyes ordered the knights
to free him and waited for words to flow from his mouth with dry lips, " My great
King, I have grown grapes that are so juicy to eat with bread and they make
the most delicious wine to bring merriment to your festive nights!"
" Where's this region you mention with such wonder and delirium?"
With red-inflamed pupils, King Frederick II asked him. And he traveler's deep voice
vibrated with loud excitement , " Into the valley of Baianum!"
" Let me out of this castle and I will show the purple grapes of a farmer's choice!"
" Let him loose!" ordered the tall, fair king. " Give him the fastest horse,
and let him bring me proof of his finding!" The soldiers obeyed with reluctance,
but little trust they showed in him: they assumed he was another well-paid jester,
who performed his comedy well...they knew the cleverness of that young traveler!
Categories:
intruded, life, nature, nostalgia, peoplewords,
Form:
Burlesque
Dystopian
When I see in modern homes, blank walls
not disturbed by art, the center of peace
an outside sofa for a whole family to sit
until a dad is arrested for child abuse
In the building, most families have gone
on a few days holiday, at the same place
in the Algarve, returning on Monday and
talk about it for weeks
When I had a small house in the outer
Algarve I was often visited by a Swiss
lady, small of stature and full of energy
often brought me gifts of things she
had made, which I put on the wall
She had the annoying habit of asking me
question about my life, which I at first disliked
but got to like, which I didn't ask of myself
too much trouble to find an answer.
One day, when she didn't come, I drove to her
place, they told me she had gone back to the Swiss
she must have been in her nineties or so
She had written several books that disturbed
me, did she use me as a material for
an upcoming book?
my dream of a simple life, a dog, and a house
near the woods, didn't materialize, so many
mostly women intruded, they left, when they
gave up saving me from me and a simple life
Now that I'm old, their faces erased
a blimp on my journey towards my destruction
Categories:
intruded, abortion, absence, abuse,
Form:
Blank verse
The Raven
Walking slowly on my way back home,
I passed beneath dense trees and then though,
The setting sun was at the deepest chrome,
A dark silhouette came through with me too,
A Raven's swooped striking with its beak,
And left me wondering as to why ?
Its harsh croaks came from above the trees,
And then I heard the baby bird's cry,
That dark plumage and mysterious eyes,
Intruded into Raven's nest, crushing eggs,
Lacking vision of the higher skies,
Will the villain pay on piercing pegs ?
No compassion, ready to play foul,
Raven's wraith is as bad as the owls !
Written Oct 3rd, 2014
For contest 'The Raven' by Kelly Deschler
Inspired by poem'The Raven' by EA Poe
Now entered into Kelly's "My last contest"
Awarded 4th place
Now Entered for "100 in a row contest-17" poetry contest by PD A
Categories:
intruded, bird, evil,
Form:
Sonnet
There sneaked a micro organism into the lives of human kind from elsewhere,
Who made it intruded is still a mystery, yet it’s fate of the world
That life on earth is engulfed with thorns and bruises?
They say: It’s from bats, some say: it’s a shoot of ‘Bio-war’,
No doubt it’s a sinister game and human lives are the ball, hit and shot,
Thousands of goals have been dropped and there was no cry of joy,
But ‘cross the world there hath been flow of tears and fears.
The human lives, tainted with creepy killer organism, seek shields of defense,
And there around the Round Table Conference clicked a thought of ‘Social distancing’.
Provinces and states raised the alarm of crisis to avert throngs and mobs,
It hath been a portent for the imminent disaster on the face of earth,
A ‘day of shut’ hath been imposed on the lives as precaution –
No politics, no religion, no caste, no race and ego shall be the law,
For the blood is the same red with tissues and organs for all.
The day began with the legal menace ‘cross the country,
And the wheels and bags were restricted screech and rustle,
The rich and the poor entered their ‘house bags’,
And there seen empty roads and streets except faint travelers.
Round the clock people’s saviours were seen sweeping and spraying sterile medicine,
Life-saving doctors and nurses were seen in spring-up action,
And those infected folks were brought under the treatment of the life-savers.
Behind the legitimate bars of seclusion from the pandemic infection,
There was seen a life of silence for a noble cause,
It was not a total inactivity, but a self introspection of social distancing -
A pledge to chase the epidemic killer virus away from human kind!
Media of service ran thro’ hazards and perils brought into rooms the day’s tasks.
It was a joint fight against COVID -19 beyond human restrictions,
And each of us shall be a victor ‘gainst the epidemic violence.
Categories:
intruded, confidence, courage, endurance, environment,
Form:
Free verse
Sleep lifted its gossamer veil from my eyes this morn
before dawn's roseate beams of light had been born.
Silence reigned as the world around me still slept.
I watched a cat in the garden as it stealthily crept.
Towards prey it encroached, on a songbird trilling.
To let nature take its course today, I was not willing.
I opened the window to chase the stalking feline away,
and heard the distant chiming of bells holding sway.
Sunlight peered through clouds with a glow of inflection,
and the songbirds I'd saved, sang a melody of perfection.
"Ring, bells of hope." I whispered as night was breached.
"Ring out to empty hearts that faith has never reached."
If only the sonorous sounds of the bells could be heard,
would mankind accept the truth of God's written word?
Would the warring of nations then come to and ending,
and peace among races of men never again need mending?
I listened and prayed for all men to join in a brotherhood.
"Ring aloud so all may feel the need for love as they should."
Blaring horns and loud voices intruded upon my tranquility.
I closed the window from the world's clamorous hostility.
Categories:
intruded, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
It hurts to be excluded
Even if you're feeling mixed
'Bout the venue that's reputed
To be one some people nixed.
For at least if you're included
You know someone seems to care
And it's not like you've intruded;
You're encouraged to be there.
Often motives are occluded
So conclusions may be reached,
But you're likely not deluded
When a courtesy is breached.
Categories:
intruded, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
She laughs ,
I feel a warmth takeover my heart.
She stares off into the distance.
Is it pain or memories of an unforgotten past i see in her eyes?
I say three words that seem to break the trance.
A soft smile radiates.....soothing all havoc that intruded my soul.
As she smiles, she tells me I love you, and I am fine again!
Categories:
intruded, forgiveness, happiness, love,
Form:
Blank verse
Killington Mountain, one of the largest Ski resorts in New England.
With its webbing of trails, dotted with colourful kaleidioscopic ski outfits;
racing to the Castle they call a Base Lodge.
My Cabin is atop a mountain across two valleys from Killington's backside
I can see the untamed, wild and free side of Mother Nature's: True being
Where deers have no fears, and the Bald Eagle soars Free
I once did a recue mission there, and when all were safe, I walked
Into the forrest of Nature,where mankind had never before intruded
I walked where the Deer, Bed. where the eaglets squawked for food
I saw the Black Bear awake; "Good Morning Mrs. Black Bear"she Yawned
And walked away.I heard the Evergreens giggle as melting snow ticked Pines
The Serenity,Tranquility,enveloped me in Nature's Wonder of the World.
Inspired by Linda(PD) with her Contest: 7 Wonders of the Ancient and
New World. This POEM is one of my 7 Wonders.
This is Dedicated to all POETS who have written about the Autrocitys of
Mankind to " Nature or THE Beauty of Mother Nature in Rhyme "
This is not a Contest Entree
Categories:
intruded, animal, life, nature, spring,
Form:
Free verse
Democrats vs. Republicans
Where oh where to begin
If one takes a dive into their lives you would see how one side always wins
For the red light is on, and times have certainly changed
We live in a world that is selfish and becoming more deranged
A house divided cannot stand
America is in fragmented pieces but they don’t understand
Words are cheap when actions lie
I vote for the man who’s in the sky
For he never changes and he really cares
Not these greedy politicians who point and stare
America is about the people who work hard in this life
Yet all our government seems to do is feed on weakness and strife
I am pro restoration,
And anti-abomination
I am pro family unity,
Not superficial comments spoken into our hurting community
A bitter game
It’s such a shame
It’s time for us to give America back its glorious fame
Speak with conviction
Hold up our youth
Burn all the lies and tell them the truth
There’s a generation that’s growing on welfare and government loans
Independence is being broken down by control that is clearly shown
A father fracture has intruded
Many hearts and minds are polluted
Do they care about restoring the family unit as a whole?
Or are they leeches sucking out all our young people’s souls
Purity has been banned
As they raise up sworn hands
I can see the coiling snakes
Oh dear America we have made a terrible mistake
What really matters has been perverse
Like a woman under a tragic curse
Vote for vitality
Not the pagan’s visions of immorality
Vote for untainted officials
Not for men who can’t control their own missiles
Restore the innocence to our children in our music and on TV
Someone be the voice stating that in bondage how can you call yourself free
Another chance, might be our last
Look to the leaders of Americas past,
Discern their virtue and read their soul
Then you will know which way you should go
Take the blinders and finally see
That we are being held captive to a rise of insanity
While we still got power take a missive stand,
Our land was blessed because of the convictions of man.
By: Sabina Nicole
Written: For such a time as this
Categories:
intruded, history, hope, life, political,
Form:
Couplet
There was a time a while ago when animals mattered.
Treated as species that aided men and there well being, they were special as they were gathered.
Now humans have brought many to the brink of existence.
Progress by man has intruded on their habitat and threatens their sustenance.
Tress is necessary as well as plants for our very air.
Yet, in the jungle and forests we have chopped them down we just don’t care.
Man has a way of ruining the planet for money and greed.
Forcing the breeds of animals and plants to extinction caring not about their needs.
Progress man building more cities overpopulating the earth.
Spawning more children overstretching our natural resources what is it really worth?
Our children have a bleak world to look forwards to in their future.
Why do we not think of them? We should love them and think in love and nurture.
Money is said to be the root of all evil.
The evil one knows this that’s why he is called the devil.
An un-godly spirit malicious in his evil intent.
His fallen angels his legions are now in total content.
His spirit is powerful and corrupting man is his way.
Knowing his time is short he escalates evil every day.
Lining the pockets putting corrupt officials in Washington.
His smoke and mirrors with his evil partners are ruining this nation.
We have turned from our Fathers edicts, laws and morals.
Soon we’ll pay the price along with the evil one, repenting we won’t so it’s very improbable.
Our nation has one slim chance we must return to God and re-take our Christian values.
To do otherwise animals, plants, even humans have no chance it’s a moral issue and to animals, trees, and plants it’s very cruel.
Categories:
intruded, faith, children, evil, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Exhaust fumes and flower blooms
Acrid smells, gentler scents
& pungent decay
Hot molten gold flows out of a clear
blue sky
Cars rumble down streets made into
alleys through the trees that tower
over them like Eiffel
Or Freedom
With the rain age old mud mixes
into the seams of recently laid
concrete
My city is a cyborg
With kudzu wrapped telephone wires
weaving away from its heart like
veins through body
Carrying life-lines to its extremities
Steel office buildings rise from the
ground alongside the trees that we
plant on the sides of downtown streets
Because we don't want to forget
what the land was like before we
came
And our quarries carved down mountains
and our progress intruded on mother nature
We don't want to forget what things were like
Before the South started to
become "new" and king Cotton lost
his right to rule to the steel mills, quarries and commercialization and
became a peasant
Before industrialization changed the landscape
And Birmingham earned the nickname "The Magic City"
Civil Rights demonstrators marched
some of the same streets we walk
And the 16th Street Baptist Church
has an exhibit that reminds us that
sometimes progress comes with a high
price
right across from the Civil Rights Institute
Part of Martin's dream came true in some places
Black and white children play
together now
But you can still see the Confederate
Flag hanging from a pole at the side
of the interstate as you go down
towards Florida
The Klan still holds rallies
and buzzards can still be seen eating
road kill in the middle of the suburbs
This is still the south
What some call the country
....and minders of the past are
never that far away.....
Categories:
intruded, black african american, city,
Form:
no one has the saddle over the wild horse by the name fate
Jose as I had known him, had a life twisted by untamed forces
gifted and talented, we were the best of buddies, our lives flagged together
the terrain trans-formative, as we crested into our teens
Sundays were the days when our spirit were humbled
four boys at the alter, hands folded like the portrait of the Madonna
I knew him like the back of my hand, I heard he had a father
a father I had never seen since kinder
yet life moved on, we the sailors displayed our masts
hoping that the winds were channeling us, to a place our souls would please
THE TRANSITION
He woke up to a heard walk, he and his mum weren't playing a game of chase
yet life had him on checkmate
discovering the significance of the two sides of a quarter, you had to employ a plan B and yet keep your plan A on the cricket bat
he led a double life, keeping his closest friends behind the scenes
dropping out of high school was tradition in our hood,only that it marked
a reincarnation, from the faint- hearted Jose to a classical James Bond
FORECASTING
the night intruded by slight mourns from carnivores
lighting sparks and thunder shakes, a grant entry for comic villains
till gunshots, lasting long enough to wipe an army of a thousand
an ambush that "ceased"- captive, the lives of six teens short six times each
one of them a girl, recently dropped out, not even her mum knew where she cribbed
clinging to a heard earned home made short gun, which she innocently giggled like "the machineries" ,the title of a Holy Wood Action Flick
Jose briefly called to inform me of the slaughter, didn't mention he was part only that God had given him an avenue for self evaluation
IT'S DONE
I wasn't into the Chicky gossips, that flew fast than the dailies but this one caught my ears
she came, gasping for breath, thanks to her size she looked like a raged elephant
her gang of hooters awaited the bombshell, till her eyes pinned me
"your little friend is dead"...... I left
I left running to the church next to the sewer, there wasn't anyone but me
quickly pressing Jose's contacts, to the sound of server personnel
"the mobile subscriber cannot be reached"
Categories:
intruded, best friend, friendship, growing
Form:
Free verse
A lone cottonwood tree stands on the rolling Colorado plain.
A rippling stream flows nearby, its existence to sustain.
Its lofty branches reach for the pristine Colorado sky.
Tho' badly scarred, the ravages of time it continues to defy.
I tarry 'neath its welcoming shade to muse about its past.
For a century or more it has witnessed the passage of time so vast.
Why did this sturdy sentry survive when others fell away,
Yet, shedding a blizzard of cottony snow each ensuing May?
I wonder if it was a landmark beacon for hardy pioneers,
As they traveled e'er westward seeking new frontiers.
Perhaps a patrol of cavalry paused 'neath its welcome shadow,
To take respite from their weary trek across the sere plateau.
Scars remain where buffalo scratched their hides upon its bole.
I suspect that it was a sanctuary for graceful antelope on patrol.
I could imagine a majestic eagle perched atop its aerie,
Reposing from its search for prey across the endless prairie.
Rustling leaves startled me from my nostalgic reverie.
Were phantoms of the past gathering about this very special tree?
I felt as tho' God considered this solitary tree renowned.
I respectfully withdrew, sensing I'd intruded upon sacred ground!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Categories:
intruded, naturetree, time, tree,
Form:
Rhyme
Cozy On The Universe
In the middle of the room, in the middle of a thought
In the middle of the mind, in the afternoon, in kitchen
The universe intruded through the walls
Without knocking it simply imposed itself
No respect for doors or protocols
The moment came with calm
No particular reason comes to mind, why
Time and space and matter, have a warm spot in my heart
Have always been my home away from home
I took a moment to let the giant in
With all its molecules in place
But only for a moment
Then asked it to go away, since
It was tea time
The universe will always be there out in space
But not my cup of tea
No need to drink it rapidly
It too has a warm spot in my heart
As welcomed company
Categories:
intruded, adventure, care, drink, peace,
Form:
Free verse