“Rosalie, oh Rosalie!
A contrast of beauty, with a saturation of rufescent
What every heart intercepts when they have reminisces
which never transcends herself when she is mistakened of fluorescences
Rosalie, oh Rosalie!
She harmonizes one's life, with her humility of delight
Yet her dashing aspects are remarkable in light
For not once she palettes a stage of fright
Rosalie, oh Rosalie!
When she lifts the flushed rose to her blushed rubescent lips
The curtains of the heavens began to lift
for her chastity is for what relieves rift bids
Rosalie, oh, Rosalie!
She enriches one’s future,
She diminishes their past,
She lives her present; from beginning to last
Rosalie, oh Rosalie!
Her spikes are what prick one’s heart
So emancipating apart
Which devotion comparts
Rosalie, oh Rosalie!
Is she not just a hallucination of humanity's delusions?
Or is it just component of revolution;
So ruinous of this only luminescence of faith
Or might it be something to only recall my presence late?
Rosalie, oh Rosalie!”
Categories:
intercepts, allusion, assonance, confidence, conflict,
Form: I do not know?
"Polaris Sigma Octantis"
hypnotised
we look to the heavens
a sky full of hope
to chart a course
home
which one?
where to begin?
in such a dazzling
kaleidoscope
Alpha Ursae Minoris
the bright northern star
intercepts our vision
we are lost in the
grandest theurgy, magnetised,
illuminating steadfast beacon
poles apart
ensconced in darkness
a silent watcher
barely visible to the eye
Sigma Octantis
outshone
almost motionless
waits to be called
some other time
some other Morning
the See
is bedevilled
like a heart has its storms
like a mind has its imagination
the ship must list eventually
swim, sink or
walk on water
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
“The moving Moon went up the sky,
And no where did abide:
Softly she was going up,
And a star or two beside”
Categories:
intercepts, journey, muse, star,
Form: Narrative
Boyan Slat’s Ocean Clean up reveals a new river cleaning machine
Called the Interceptor
She intercepts 120, 000 pounds of plastic a day
In rivers and streams.
Along the same lines 4Oceans is cleaning up the sea
Unfortunately, the North Pacific Garbage Patch is a problem
Caused by people and companies who put tons of debris into the oceans.
It would take sixty-seven ships one year
to clean up one percent of this mess.
Phytoplankton cleans up oceans naturally,
but there are not enough of them.
China in particular is guilty of over polluting the oceans.
New York is the only state in the USA who still uses the ocean for garbage.
What can we do to help? Stop using plastic!
Build plastic sculptures, engineer houses out of plastic.
100, 000 million marine animals die each year from plastic waste.
Be part of the solution, not part of the problem.
If you see a plastic truck trying to get to the ocean,
Form an army and fire bazookas. Scream and yell. Shake your fist.
Puncture the tires. Go get a tank. Do whatever it takes!
Categories:
intercepts, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Prose Poetry
*Image of Fertiile Ground by Wordpress.com
Together Forever
Sweet-smelling jasmine flowers drifting neath,
as matched scented ash filters near pursuit;
graveyard blue glimpse, cold as its winter heath,
marble spread from ash and spikes in tribute.
Dolor folks tear stain handcloth intercepts,
soul-searching words honor tranquil verses,
pacifies warm hearts with divine precepts,
as cooling parked cars by two dark hearses.
Long was their memories, short was their time,
mere seconds took from their years of true love;
complex to fathom while both near their prime,
to show their oneness, they freed a sole dove.
Job says, chosen hour comes God of death,
Now rest two servants breathe Heavenly breath.
2020 January 01
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND 2 to 14 line
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2021 August 17
Categories:
intercepts, death, deep, emotions,
Form: Sonnet
Ideas instantly infest imaginations
& it could lead to inqueries
From imbusiles with iffy intelligence
There indecision will never get em
In position to be anything more
Than inconsistent, if that
Still irritated with my own irresponsibility
As an individual I intend to illustrate
Intellect that intercepts incorrect
Information before it can get, in a head
Incapable of storing it, because once it's said
Then it's left, to your own interpratation
I hate when idiots impolitely interrupt
With insignificant stuff that sounds ignorant
Inconvienent to hear
And impossible to understand
And has been insincere since the infancy
Of its inception, industries are built on if's
If you can do this for me, your in
If not someone else will happily fill your seat
Kick rocks
Inch by inch i introduce my intentions
To wreck wreckless MC's
That immatate me way to much
And this can lead to serious injuries
In a sleep only insomniacs would dream of
Now isnt that intresting,
I intervine on impressive instrumentals
In order to insert my two cents in
Justust because its inexpensive
All i's on me
Categories:
intercepts, crazy, deep, imagination, poems,
Form: Alliteration
My dear dad’s wearing his letter jacket,
Running football in his ageless bracket.
Stars in his eyes not too wise.
Mama sees through his disguise.
Open arms, she intercepts his racket.
6/20/2018
Categories:
intercepts, age, dad, football,
Form: Limerick
#NUDE
Bare Soul Essence Will SHINE It's Presence...
apparent and inherit it will expose One's merit
and we will have a chance to SEE...
Inadvertently*
Disguises Disclosed...Yet, What Is EXPOSED
goes beyond Blockage and Attempt
Natural Design INTERCEPTS Displaying the
Underlined...
CORE CHARACTER COLLABORATES WITH LIGHT*
AND WE'RE WALKING BREATHING
HIGHLIGHTS...
EXPOSED-EXPRESSED AND EXEMPLIFIED.
NUDE FROM WHAT WE EXUDE...
NO MISCONSTRUE*
©Renee D. Gross 2/21/2018#
Categories:
intercepts, introspection, people, perspective, poems,
Form: Rhyme
Two emerald coasts frame
the cape of the ancient pirates
Among its smooth greyish white rocks
cedar trees being grown faintly within the centuries
their volume curved exposing to exogenous powers
their lawless shadow, a shelter
under the strong Mediterranean sun.
North wind’s continuous touch
intercepts worries that being fired
shifts them far to the mountainous villages
until their thin structure accedes to the hasty clouds
becomes one with the view; thoughts, cliffs, sun and sky.
Hair disheveled, blown towards all directions
fragments of sand all over the skin.
Morning dreams lave in the water edge
dazzling crystal surface of the sea hurts the eyes
Aqua iridescences invite to be integrated
A deep breath, the playful buoyance and I caress
the wave’s ripples being embossed on the fine pearly sand
of the untrodden seabed, pure light and eternal time,
my underwater kingdom lasts as my longest breath.
* A poem inspired by the place "Mikri Vigla" in Naxos island, Cyclades Greece.
Categories:
intercepts, beach, inspiration, nature, sea,
Form: Free verse
If I don't react the way you expect me to doesn't mean I'm weak,
And just because I don't react doesn't mean I'm naive,
When I see beyond the shadow of a doubt, and refuse to fuel the fire,
It's no game, I justly refused to feed that spirits desire,
If I feed into, or react to it, then there's no way it can spread,
You can keep that filthy behavior, because I will just starve it to death,
When you don't have a playmate to fatten up the feeling,
It will regress and starve itself, a small step closer to your healing,
The itch of the poison stays with you, yet you can't see I walk with the cure,
His name is Jesus, and he intercepts any feelings that knock on my door,
He turns hate into compassion, reassures, confirms, and binds,
He always has a way of intervening to change my heart and my mind,
The benefits go beyond reactions, and humbles point of view,
And proceeds to show the process of why we do what we do,
Love Is free to circulate, there's no blockage in the way,
He seperates and intercedes beyond the words you say,
He will use the silence to heal you, make you see your own heart,
When there's no fuel to flame your fire, the mirror is where you'll start,
Categories:
intercepts, absence, devotion, fruit, love,
Form: Light Verse
I'm being driven crazy because of my disgusting neighbor.
I wish that I was Luke Skywalker because I could kill him with my lightsaber.
He steals my newspapers and eggs my house.
He's a lowlife punk, a moron and also a louse.
When I order a pizza, he always intercepts it.
He opens the pizza boxes and then he spits.
Now my rotten neighbor is shouting obscenities at me and he's on my lawn.
I just shot him in the crotch with my shotgun and now his privates are gone.
Now my disgusting neighbor is more of a woman than a man.
When he saw me with my shotgun, the lowlife should've ran.
(This is a fictional poem.)
Categories:
intercepts, funny, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Just like football I am trying to reach the goal
Zigzagging down the field of life to keep from getting bowled
It is first down in the morning as that whistle rocks my head
Just a little button hook to get me out of bed
I am tackled within three steps as my son bursts through the door
His sister went long with his mobile phone to even up the score
I coach them how to play together, not to scream and shout
Both are yanked from the game for a personal time out
At ten AM in the second quarter I think I am gaining ground
The dog intercepts a pass by the cat to turn the game around
Racing out the patio door that dog and cat did mesh
It cost the dog a bout in his cage for unnecessary roughness
Halftime brings the team together to analyze performance
After lunch we play again to make good a second chance
The clock winds down with end zone in sight, dinner takes a tumble
An audible I had to call because the cake I fumbled
And finally in quarter four, the game down to the wire
A revelation that no one else could manage this empire
Though touchdowns are sweet in life, one thing I came to know
Sometimes to win the game at hand you only need a field goal
Categories:
intercepts, life, mother, sportsdog, cat,
Form: Rhyme
He sits through eons observing whirling
galaxies in spangled drops dangled from webs
rocked by wind, plucked like instruments
whose music only he can hear; webs walked
by a furred arachnid, angle-legged, which moves
from thread to thread as though on stilts.
Fascinated by a spectrum split from sunlight
by a bead of dew, he intercepts the colored
bands with extended fingers of one fat hand
and gurgles his delight, exhibiting a still
toothless smile. His brain a sponge to soak
up all knowledge the universe contains,
this salivating son of simian evolution
pulls the silvery web he watches
from between the wall and faucet,
destroying in a moment
what centuries produced.
Categories:
intercepts, childhood, life, nature, social,
Form: Free verse
The rain outside my door
Its talk, a calming effect
Upon my restless spirit, implores
the need to reflect.
The rain, drenching the moors
Its pounding upon rocky crests
Like the clapping of hands, soars
Upon the senses, dissolving stress.
The rain inviting me outdoors
Its plead to leave the comfort of concepts
Exchanging the warmth of safe indoors
For the dramatic cold of clarity, intercepts.
The rain, cleansing a downpour
Its relentlessness stripping the walls erected
Around the damaged heart, explores
Upon new possibilities, wider directed.
The rain, beckoning a force
Its puddles upon my feet impress
With childlike laughter, a dance extorts
Revving the spirit, the genuine soul expressed.
By CarolineCécile
copyright © 02.06.10
Categories:
intercepts, angst, hope, inspirational, recovery
Form: Quatrain
Her beauty's rare,wild yet free
and in me she seems to see it in the same I agree
She inspects my stlye, intercepts my smile
Eyes meet like the sun and the moon causing eclipse
And with those eyes, she watched my Mode,seeing melodys of music flashing love upload
She caresses my tunes, but only in her brain where she keeps important moments in her
main data frame
I feel Love equal, I respect her desire,feeling her notes in my wires
seeing the flame being the fire I feel Love equal
Her connection was strong I was Love virus
So she deleted mcAFEE and let my love enter
Machine Love rebooted up....Hit Ent.
Much Love
Richard Q. Corbett
Categories:
intercepts, lovelove,
Form: Free verse