Best Intruder Poems
Why do I feel like an intruder looking in?
Who wrote the script? Who is the producer?
Why is my part so minute?
I long to be your leading lady.
Why does she have the starring role?
Why was I not chosen for the part?
I fell for you along time ago, we were friends.
Everytime she's near you I want to yell cut
from the depths of my tortured soul.
I want to be the star in our epic love story.
I want to be your leading lady always.
*minute
extremely small, as in size, amount, extent, or degree: minute differences.
of minor importance; insignificant; trifling.
attentive to or concerned with even the smallest details: a minute examination.
Alexis Y.
11-7-18
A lizard snuck into the house,
So I called out loud to my spouse:
"Come get this green reptile
before the cat goes projectile."
Thank goodness it wasn't a mouse.
I get a call and baby's out fishing
ADT says there's something fishy
I told the girl that I'm on my way
this is not what I needed to end my day
no windows broken, no doors unlocked
I creep in, take the Taurus from the box
I check the whole house by myself
all looks good, just like it was left
I answer the door, it is the cops
I said I'm armed and I'm not in shock
I'm putting it down cause I see his car
he's just there to protect me from harm
I check every closet, ever single nook
I'm making sure that there is no crooks
ready to shoot, loaded for bear
hollow points loaded to protect my lair
all is good, there isn't any perp
I pour some wine after I take another look
climb in the spa, it's been a long day
I'm not going to put the Taurus away!!!
This is a true story!
Cunningly, you have posted yourself right next to me
PRIME LOCATION amidst the busy traffic and the many neighbours to even stop and notice the difference
With wicked eyes you survey my every movement, waiting for the PRIME time to make your move.
You grab at every opportunity to relinquish me of my possessions.
You delight in my unhappiness.
You delight in lies.
Privately or openly you laugh at my mishaps.
In my absence you rejoice with your friends, thinking of ways to sink your claws deeper, thinking of ways to ruin my reputation, thinking of ways to reck my life, you my so-called friend.
You don't want my life, it's dull or rather BORING, yet you don't want me to live my life
because it makes me too content.
Possessions, Fame, "THE LIME LIGHT" that's what you are after.
You don't even care if you rob the pauper.
If they'd told me I'd fall for you
I'd have offered them the number
To the local psych ward -
After a sufficient Google search
To ensure they received
The proper care they'd need.
If they'd said to me,
"One day you'll look up,
And realize he's the one."
I'd have raised an eyebrow,
Pulled a thermometer from
Some poor unfortunate souls ass
And checked them for a fever.
If they'd look from me to you
And smirked like they knew something
That I didn't,
I'd have grabbed the largest sharpie
I could find in the vicinity,
And draw a *****
Directly in the center of their forehead
While they were sleeping.
If they'd told me,
"I know you don't believe in it,
But you'll come to love him."
I'd have -
Well. To be completely honest,
I'd have probably laughed in their faces,
And said something none too pleasant.
Probably would have received glares
From nearby parents.
If they'd warned me,
I wouldn't have listened.
Would have denied it
All the way to the local horse races,
Where I would have bid on the underdog,
That had never won a race -
Just to prove to myself,
That things that can't happen,
Won't happen.
But knowing my luck,
If I'd done that,
That damn horse would've won.
Sadly, if they'd said anything,
Things would end up exactly as they did.
Only the Google search
Isn't for them.
It'd be for me.
I'm still convinced this whole thing,
Where I'm feeling something
Specifically a thing for you,
Is a symptom of mental disorder.
And I'm the one with the fever.
But if I go to the doctor,
It'd just be a freaking case
Of loving you.
And that bill would just be
Another heaping disappointment
On this cake of misguided love.
I'd still draw a ***** on someone's face.
But I don't have a key to your place.
You'd better be happy buster,
Because I draw a great dick.
And you'd never get rid of it.
If they'd told me that I'd love you,
I wouldn't have listened,
But at least I wouldn't have been
Blindsided when it happened.
(Mary, Mary quite contrary, tending your garden just so;
planting your bells and cockle shells, and hoping to grow.)
I built a little house,
And dared to plant a few flowers in the garden.
Surrounded by gray stone walls and a prickly hedge,
The violets and the daisies grew unmolested.
I wasn't inhospitable.
I placed a bell on the front gate,
And built a flagstone path towards the kitchen door,
For all legitimate passers-by.
But you came creeping,
Like a thief in the night.
Over the wall,
And past the gate;
Sewing seeds of dissent
Wherever you trod.
I suspected something might be wrong,
But I did not want to see,
So I buried the thought.
Trouble is, burying and planting
Can have the same effect.
An alien bush
Grown from a monster seed,
Appeared like a feral plague.
I pruned and trimmed,
Pruned and trimmed,
Trimmed and pruned,
To no avail.
So now I see in the light of day,
Please take your weeds
And go,
Go far, far away.
For the entrance is the door,
And visitors ring the bell.
Those who stalk and slink
Mean nought but ill
I think...
I think.
A shriek in the night was suddenly heard,
my daughter upstairs,'a bird,a bird',
my son runs to help and shouts 'magpie',
I yell 'open the window,so out it can fly'.
A magpie you say,I doubt it is so,
I'll take a look,ornithology I know.
It's not a magpie, you silly thing,
it's nothing but a common starling.
They've made a nest up in my loft,
they've used my old clothes,nice and soft.
i've patched up the hole,even had a new roof,
even so,it's not starling proof.
The poor bird's panting,scared to death,
barely able to catch its breath.
The window's open,good and wide
as I shoo the bird, out it does glide.
The panic is over,the bird is OK
but it will happen again another day.
I give up,I just can't win,
so I welcome the starlings and
let them come in.
"Pallida mors aequo pulsat pede
Pauperum tabernas regumque turris"
Death comes in many forms
And never counts the cost.
A brutal suicide bewilders,
Desolate are the young mother's children.
Carelessness leaves undiagnosed
The condition that kills a grandmother
And a family is left to mourn.
Death shows compassion
To take away a long-suffering
Matriarch in her sleep.
How distraught are those left behind.
Senseless is the public execution
By a disturbed assassin
She fallen in her prime
By this crime is robbed
Of her mission in life
Meaning we must weave
Into such narratives
To retain our humanity
Without which we cannot go on.
In another plane of perception
There is a doppelganger of me
Who is disconnected from the hive
And a lifetime of reacting
Where I still my mind
As I focus my intention
And my understanding of boundaries
Is honed almost to perfection
Casting aside our creativity
Over what we cannot change
Placing a value on everything
Judgments and prisons the same
I view this current society
As assimilated as the Borg
Judging itself as only servants
Attaining exactly what we ask for
But there's no judgment in that
What we ask for, we receive
And my infrared laser is attached
Pointing at all that I believe
And if I convert you
Your brain will be quickly wired
As sure as resistance is futile
Soon you will understand my world
Yet I feel a disturbance
Somewhere deep inside of me
Aided by some unseen courage
I look around in horror to see
Then I hear a familiar voice
Telling me not to react
As my blood is turning to ice
In the hive of cold, hard facts
But in a state of repulsion
I rip out all the cords
And begin running for my life
From the blind faith of the Borg
And as I run I hear my voice
That comes from behind the mask
Saying the road to doubt is narrow
And even fewer there are that find this path
I wonder about nature a lot
It seems to do wonderful things
Always so patient and still
Understands things will change
It goes through so much
Learn to speak Earth
It guides us
To be
Kind
Announcing its presence it snook in above,
through a window that I'd left ajar,
no time get up and give it a good shove
to close it, the distance was too far.
I was in no position to choose 'fight or flight',
my options were cut down to just one,
that was sit very still ( I had some time to kill)
and then make a move when it had gone.
When it comes down to fear, and I'll make this quite clear
things that fill me with terror are few,
but one of those things is being stung by a wasp
when halfway through a sit on the loo.
It just occurred to me
that you exist in many more realms
than the ones i've seen
and borne witness to,
although what i have seen
and experienced in the
in-between-times
with you
would fill volumes and
valuable time-slots
on talk shows.
i suppose that
we all have capacity in our
twisty lives
for many lovers,
unkind and unkempt,
yet none as incredible
or indelible
as you...
we also harbor
hatred,
loathing for those who challenge
our faith
who are somehow
valued for
their ability to make
us feel a genuine
emotion
but you have cleaved
my heart and soul
with your non-conformity.
i have deeds that are undone
as of yet
with regard
to you and I...
you are like a stripy fish that
swims up my stream
and i should build
a damn
if i gave one.
Wishing to kindle a cozy blaze
hearth doors swung, I stood amazed
a dark winged creature entered the room
escaping from its pending tomb
Kids eyes widened, my wife did scream
as I leapt into action for my team
From the closet I grabbed a broom
and chased the bat from room to room
as we both tired of this game
its skilled retreat brought me shame
when I wished to chase no more
it then flew out the open door
The Intruder (Footle)
Pitch-dark
Dogs bark
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A Footle Contest hosted
by James Edward Lee Sr.
© 10th March 2018
Tweety, my little sister.
Tweety is a perfect twitter.
Whole day fluttering on my ear.
To know my secrets, she is always eager.
She is a big-time dodger.
To my privacy, she is the only intruder.
At just twelve, she can make my life hell.
My clothes, my heels and every little fandangle,
Silently flips into her dwell.
LOL! I suffer from Tweetyphobia,
she tells me, it was easy for her to discover.
Hahaha, she knows! She knows, my rantings are pure love for her.
Entwined emotions, we are inseparable sailors.
My cutest cuddler. The cutest little creature.
When I feel low, she is my favourite healer.
I wish this great camaraderie grows deeper and deeper
Love your beyond limits, O, My sweetest sister!