Best Intrusions Poems

This one is for the broken,
hiding behind invisible bruising.
For the forgotten and the ones 
who have forgotten us,
like the misunderstood misfits.
Who howl at the moon,
look...

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I sometimes feel a unique vibration within
my own ears. My baby’s crying, calling from beneath his quilted,
baby-blues. His sobs rustle the warm sheath of home....

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This enduring smile of loves illusions
     Delicate in nature to harm or fate
     Sweet of taste, these...

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As I assemble and ponder my life,
My childhood and family strife,
The hurt and separation from my future ex-wife.

The sadness and pain without my child,
Continuous battle...

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A free verse done in a quatern form  (1st line moves to each stanza but  is here, I have more syllables in each...

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The more we live, the more we know
But no one wants to hear it
For what we’ve learned from long ago
Makes people doubt or fear it.

The...

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In the pool of giving, man will throw his pennies
Displying for those who record such entries'
He regrets that in this land of plenty;
we must sacrifice...

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Heart you are the destroyer
Heart you’re a killer
Why are you doing this to me?
Why don’t you do your functions? 
Stop to interfere with my other...

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from:  "The Calyx of the Oboe Breaks", by Conrad Aiken:
"The calyx of the oboe breaks,
silver and soft the flower it makes;
and next, beyond, the...

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Chalk Full of Great Lines

The body has been removed
To my place of sanctified worship
Where all is quiet and piano soothing
I am Ernesto Cortazar
Your Coroner and...

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Lies
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Bland, the colors of the fall
inside the stone and pastel wall
gentle beeps and colored wires
the casters creak; the beds on tires.
Leafless air and plastic light
intrusions...

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She was grace in its purest form. Thinking not and caring not of her 
destination, she soars across the angelic sky on her tiny golden...

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Usually, I don't find the pen until I'm feeling blue,
But those who have come before me said I should write when I'm happy too,
Now at...

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The unborn dreams of a fertilization  – 1942
A long journey  – A long lived  nightmare

The journey begins without knowledge, just passion.
Life emerges,...

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