Best Intrusion Poems

Forgive intrusion in the fray
I'm making comments today
Tom's limericks, three
were cute as can be
But of Kim and Jack, I must say.....

We all know how well Kim can write
She graces each page of the site
But limerick queen
Jan is a machine
There's no cause to argue or fight...

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Cushioned with green, warmed by the sun
Blue sky above, clouds on the run

Clovers three, with luck four clusters
Sharing laughs and belly busters

Pulling grass to make thumb whistles
Picking flowers avoiding thistles

Grasshoppers jumping blade to blade
Soaking up sun, avoiding shade

Ladybug, red, on a daisy’s white petal
Flies away...

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Silk soft skin and midnight eyes
In those eyes pure passion lies
Heated breath with moistened lips
Soft panting breast with hardened tips
Flushing cheeks, small beads of sweat
All is given with no fear of threat
Soft-lit room from warming fire
Two souls within burn with desire
Heat that built not from...

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Illusion of Intrusion

The illusion laced with confusion how, so many think they know, only too get lost in the hunt for the perception of ease. 
Please, the one that matters most.
Protect and hold your true feelings close, while taking another dose. 
Only to brag and...

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I awake still down 
wishing I never woke
Speaking in questions leading to answers 
I wish I never spoke
I don't know how or why 
I keep on fighting
My only true outlet is on the paper
in which I am writing
Speaking to myself wondering 
when it will all...

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Unwelcome intrusion

Driving along a country road
dry dust billows behind
heading to work on a summer morn
the heat is yet to rise.

Early gold light in clear blue sky
brush stroke whispy clouds
bluegrey bush and fading mist
dew still on the ground.

Down a hill and round a bend
moving slower now
a...

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Running inbetween
Broken yous
And bronken mes
I'm trying to pretend
That we are none of 
These

We are the new
The abused
The hidden
The viewed

Lapping up on
Precieved faces
And precieved cases
I'm trying to pretend
That we are more than
These

We are the old
The sold
The found
The bound

Stopping in 
Lost yous
And lost mes
I'm trying to know
That...

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Sparus Anus
The rectal Bream
is a wayward Bream
Known to insert into
uncovered channels.
Especially when in 
fragrance infused waters. 
So women
keep covered. 
by a fabric strong.
Or spend a few hours
horizontal face down....

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Passing through the woods
Midnight train hoots and hoots
Owl's bubbling voice...

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an intrusion of roaches
dines nightly on rice
i see only by daylight...

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"Gosh!,by heaven who is this again?"
He flew holding unto the wall as it's aid.
It leaped higher,when the light i on again.
He retrieved as the shadow fled.
My fist strucked the wall,
To have it on the tile fall.
But the more i hunt it,
The cockroach escapes it.
 ...

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Between intrusion and abandonment
We  hope to find a  place  of trust and care
A place where we can  spend our loving wealth

Communion starts.our hearts enjoy love’s health
Here our bodies and our souls are bared
Between intrusion and abandonment

Walk  as does the tiger...

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Is the memory still alive?
Creaking bed, bottles of wine
Your toilsome heft against mine...
We were both boozed up
I stumbled on your lap. 
Is the memory still clear?
Overthrown pillows, a stained sheet, 
Visible marks and entangled feet--
We were both consumed by fire
Ablazed by the need-- urges and...

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Global Warming Intrusion
Just an Optical Illusion?
Or hysterical Delusion?
What goes up must come down
The media drags us all around
Climate Change is of the Sun
It is basically the only One
The Water Cycle takes the Care
of the Gases in the Air
Volcanoes spew out Gasey Goo
Nothing new , this...

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When pale pink shows itself
above the eastern rise,
the concert begins,

slowly at first,
but more players arrived yesterday,
making the music swell today.

Each tree hosts one or more musicians,
perched on branches,
unseen in early dawn.

Curious
and desirous of more,
I venture into their midst.

The melody suddenly changes,
no longer sweetness,
but now a...

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