Infiltrating Poems | Examples

You Think I’m Dreaming

I felt the sea on my pulse,
the salt in my brunette,
pebbles underfoot,
the net dragging me.

I felt the familiar ebb and flow,
close to shore,
tippy-toes.

The coconut permeates the dawn,
its scent infiltrating,
its oils reverberating.

I feel the palms bending low,
so low I can touch
their feather fronds;
and fronts clashing.

First drops of the storm,
so tender-pitter-patter,
light thunder,
soft lightning.

Nearby volcano erupting,
you think I’m dreaming
about your lava eyes.

Beach blanket soaked,
settling into muddy sand,
its tartan, tanned
and connecting
with the waves,
overlapping.

The island’s going under -
the  thunder, ecstatic;
its lightning erratic.

Surrounded by water,
a dugout
with flapping wings -
the canoe is land.

Lily pads on steroids
float upon deceptive waters -
so pretty I can touch them;
and caiman too.

All that’s ever been
resides in sandy eyes;
I’ve collected seashells
in my mind.

Long Forgotten

The tree of life has roots to the beginning of time
infiltrating depths unfathomable
lost in the nebulae of bygone memories
the illusion of neat lines soon tangled in a fog
hiding stories obsolete and long forgotten

Diluted storytelling buried beneath fresh tales
and soon hazy with its clouded details
the feats out of mind fade into oblivion
facts turned to hearsay are cast aside
with stranded witnesses turned to dust
and players past and long forgotten



AP: 2nd place 2025

Submitted on May 17, 2025 to contest YOUR CHOICE R sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - Honorable Mention

Why the horse dance

Do you remember,
The grand horse carousel?
Pirouetting upon their endless meridian,
O! How they dance delightfully, with out care.
I know you remember!

But all this poor old man can recall, 
Are the coins infiltrating,
Pushed by small finger, and joyous smiles.
Then the lights overhead,
Followed by the grand gallop chomatique!
How I remember?

These stallions, they dance for wealth,
For life,
For aspiration, 
For pride.

But eventually like all good show-men,
They break a leg, and collapse,
And soon the money cascades too.

Do you remember,
The last time a horse cried?

Fighting back

a menacing fog hangs low serpenting 
and infiltrating nooks and crannies
while the news continues 
to spew its ugliness and venom

resistance may be futile
but i fiercely refuse to stop defending
the last little corner of my brain
that remains unblemished
by this mile high pile 
of appalling bile that's vile 



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

A Hard Reset

The ecosystem of cyberspace;
I am left wanting to latibulate
high atop this swaying tree;

Similar to a spider who’s web 
holds on to a bug for dear life;
Knowing it eventually has to eat;

An information storm capitulates 
to a swarm of winged freedom fighters;
After all, they are willing to kill the power;
Force a hard reset;

A darkening cloud above warns
of a dangerous infiltrating worm;
There is no recovery from this virus;

All the droplets of water wasted
within contaminated cumulonimbus;
Sustenance won’t be found there;

An information storm capitulates 
to a swarm of haloed freedom fighters;
After all, they are willing to kill the power;
Work through a hard reset.

Poetic Podcast Episode 17 Bop

Groomed to never see it coming,
we wake the past in restless sleep;
Our two cents grounded in quicksand;
Poor spelling, no checking, it’s a virus;
It tends to appeal to the worst in us,
emotions cause us to fall for wordplay;

September 1939 type headlines in 2023.
Click bait war based on hearsay.

Echo chambers manipulate current events,
escalated at once by infiltrating bots;
There’s nothing we can trust to be fact 
chasing solar flares that will never relax;
Unable to sift though deep fake for truth,
our reality has become discombobulated;
Decisions based on he said she said,    
repeating fluff from a game of ‘Telephone’.

September 1939 type headlines in 2023.
Click bait war based on hearsay.

Left blowing up all the superfluous 
into a toxic self-destructive storm;
We need a clean renewed source,
something pure that we can believe in;
Burn it down if we can’t make it better.
I promise you we can beat this system. 

September 1939 type headlines in 2023.
Click bait war based on hearsay.

Scratch the Itch

Illustrious 
Phantom
You chase 
My desire 
For satisfaction
As I chase you
Hither and thither
Like the rainbow's end
Always just out of reach
Escalating intensity or just
A trick of the cruel mind
Dancing across my skin
Infiltrating my sanity
As a ghostly feather 
Until I find your 
Illusive hiding
Place
Ahh

Pain

Please stop the pain, the drain of the pain, infiltrating my life, my mind

Temporary relief in a bottle, not good for my stomach PPI's and Tums don't do it

Take it away, let me enjoy the day, my time, my life

A Sea Above An Ocean Below

A sea above an ocean below,
endless expansion until they merge;
Lightning bolts braided from tip to toe
blown energy to the sky will surge;
Ripples seize as rolling clouds emerge
infiltrating minds with blurred lines;
Scrubbing tidal waves with star signs 
will free the power of a meteor;
Cosmic show hits the Earth and shines,
too fleeting for an artist to capture.

The Mythical River Beast

I watched it emerge
from out of the fog, monumental
in size, a sheer cliff face of steel 
moving pass me, almost
quieter than my breath 
but for a whispered wake
running from its bow.
Something this big
should have made 
more noise.

A black hull bore scars 
of scrapings and rust bleeding out
of fissures along its length.
The fog seemed to oil its way,
its shape looming large
then slowly growing smaller 
as it slid down river until
it dimmed and disappeared.

In that moment its passage
was a mystery, a brief apparition
of something beyond the dimension 
of ordinary things. The quiet
of its passing, the dark bulk 
and beauty of its presence
was magnificent 
and overpowering.
It was like a shadow cast 
by a mythical beast
coalescing out of history,
infiltrating the mind then
dissolving once more
into a place somewhere
hidden in its magical past,
suddenly brought back
to this world 
with its registered port
written in rusty lettering
on its stern - MONROVIA

Between Here and There

A ghost jumps out, assembling
itself word by word as it begins
to take on what seems familiar.
You can almost feel it crawling
into your skin, infiltrating
your brain as if it knows the way
around even your secrets.

It's a past you, locked behind 
the lines of a poem written years ago
that your eyes have just let out.
You make room, greet him
as a friend coming home 
after being away for so long.

He seems unsure, unwilling
to let go of something fragile
hidden under the shadow of a line
laid down half a lifetime ago.
You tell him that you still
have a place for it, somewhere
safe, setting it free each evening
to take wing and fly
the circuit between 
here and there
before coming back.

Speared Again

Tell me why, you dratted bard,
you have to come and spoil my yard?
All these centuries lying dead,
yet there, your voice, oft in my head.
So many times I start a phrase,
become aware I’m in your gaze.
Out, damned spot, leave me alone
To conjure verses of my own.
Perchance, could you just silent dream?
You’re messing with my self-esteem.
Again, I start afresh, anew
To find, again, I’ve referenced you.
The sole of wit, the heel, the fool,
and once again, I’m just your tool.
Discontent haunts all the seasons,
subtle, infiltrating reason,
plays discordant etudes, brute
(slipped another in, eh, cute?)
As I read “with mirth and laughter,”
another pilfered verse, hereafter.
Perhaps delayed, protest too much
that all my poems are such stuff?
As you like it, as you will;
still I’m glad I met you, Bill.

The First Avenger

He was a commoner desiring to be a soldier
After disappointing initial failure Steve Rogers
Got selected for super soldier experiment in US military
Serum injection and Vita-ray dosing made him muscular.

He toured the country in colorful costumes
During WW II time in fund raising campaign
For his patriotic endeavor during the national exigency
He was very proud to be designated as Captain America.

He proved his worth with fabulous bravery
When he could free all the war prisoners
Infiltrating alone the fortified fortress of the Hydra base
Of the Nazi General Schmidt, named as crafty Red Skull.

To stop him using weapons of mass destruction
Rogers confronted Schmidt inside his aircraft
That finally crashed in the icy waters of the Arctic sea  
Schmidt vanished in space, Rogers remained untraced.

The Captain woke up in an old style hospital bed
After seventy years from suspended animation
A feat that befitted the extraordinary role of a superhero
Who assimilated the singular elements of the first avenger. 

___________________

May 27, 2022
Contest : Captain America
Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori

A Short Fleeting Moment of Happiness

I saw her sitting in a wheel chair,
crippled, mute and almost hairless,
over pumped with chemotherapy,
and aged more than she really was.
 
Yet I prefer to remember the one date
we had a long, long time ago.
Oh how she laughed that day
as we swam in a lonely bay,
stumbling on the wet sand,
tumbling and turning, the white grit
covering our bodies, infiltrating our suits.
Finally we jumped into the sea, dived down
to bathe amongst sea horses and anemones,
and kiss beneath the shimmering surface of the sea.
 
Later that night we danced to soft music,
gorged on the sweet smelling bar-b-q piglet,
and drank homemade sweet wine.
 
Not for you, my mother said, and I was mad.
But mum was right.  Soon my date married, 
had four delightful girls, till she escaped with them
and with a rich man to another place, another state,
until ill fate struck.  And seeing her thus disabled,
tears welled in my eyes, not only for what she had become,
but most of all, for what she could have been.
Alas I will never forget…..

Black

I heard laughter
As if from the far end of a tunnel
The sound warbled
Distorting the sound
Making it sinister
Like the cawing of a crow
Snow forming on my brow
Infiltrating my skin
Filling up my very veins
Echoing down my arms
Reverberating down my spine
Filling me up completely
And the irony hit me
The laughter I heard
Came from my own lips
With tears running down my cheeks
As if to escape the pain
And a heart so broken
It can longer cope
So broken tears aren't enough
It's the twisted laughter
A deranged sound in sorrow
Such a desperate sound
In a desolate tunnel
Where the walls are crumbling
A burst of a bevy of colors
Suddenly dying
Everything fades to black
And what I heard
I heard laughter

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