Interloper Poems - Poems about Interloper

Hika Bay Silent hawks appear outside our window two,then four,now six form a floating dimond A kettle of hawks roam high on ancient air sent by first peoples to remind us We dont own these wonders they belong to Hika Bay we are just the latest interlopers Frozen in place in the sky the gray sky before the rain comes PJB...

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A fierce eagle in mid-flight Was overcome with fearful fright. He could not believe his eyes, “What’s this doing in my skies? First, there was Ben Franklin’s kite. Now, I deal with Wilbur Wright.”...

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I was cautioned, he is a master chessman, so if we go …. We have to not even whisper, and we have to tiptoe I was expecting an owl, for I had heard he was a fowl. I was shocked to see it was a parakeet and uttered a vowel. The parakeet said get rid of the interloper and...

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Arlis and Grunt left shortly after breakfast for all humans dog and pups.Otherwise the young man could not have slipped up unaware.In the day to day security Of uneventfulness and the nipping yipping of the half wolf pups claiming hierchical place he walked right into the cave. Long needing a good hot meal his face was drawn...

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“I suggest we break the ice”, the interloper said. I began chopping with a snow axe, and she laughed. You must have been born with a silver spoon, she threw out. I threw the snow axe at her; irritated she had called it a spoon. She ducked, as cool as a cucumber. I was irritated now. “I’ve got your number,” she...

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I'm a tangling weed, always have been. I am the blot on a fine painting, Beautiful people stampede when I blow my nose. I mess up the too tidy, stick out like a crow in a cage for a cannery, My Adams Apple can be seen from space. - okay slight exaggeration said for comic effect but it's a fact, in a lush...

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lovely scene defaced prima facie photobomb interloper me...

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They fortified themselves into an Alamo of their own making Walled themselves to keep the weird one out –namely me. I thought it was brilliant, and it was totally unexpected. I knew them, and had no idea they were this creative I had grown up with them, in spite of them, fading them. My little sister wanted...

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His hands are worn smooth they work in the soft ether of his thoughts, only two fingertips plunge to earth and peck at a world he hardly knows. His poetry is sea soaked and spattered with English fishing villages where he first learned to interpret waves and the collected works of kelp and rockpools. As he grows older he explores places he has never set foot...

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A bully is a criminal caught red-handed in Japan,* Vietnam,† Afghanistan, Iraq; a culprit or a marked man Who entitles only himself to missiles, putting a ban On possessing them by others; and try as much as you can To put into his empty skull with your best-laid scheme and plan That he is wrong, he won’t perceive. You should...

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There is a small eternity 'Twixt my coming and my going. Though it be filled with riddles And words crawling in the mud, Time is no interloper, and I freeze. Up from the shale and storm, Up from the majesty crawling forth to mate, Life shouts like a thunder shock. The earth retches, And a form arises from the thin mud, amphibian as a cross. Part...

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Look to the outside, look within, The penciling trees, the straw of the sun, Skin white as milk, cheeks turn to cherries, The gaze falls deeper within. No more shall this stranger taunt me, Its eyes glistening with the deep bordeaux of blood, In which moment the heart begins to bleed, Consciousness lost in the reflection of another. Its palms gently caress its...

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Crows sound the alarm Blue jays confirm the report... ...

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Exorcist - i need an exorcist... for Lord, i am possessed - there are two souls trapped inside my chest, entwined like duelling snakes... their conjoined clamor drums in my ears, shaking me from the pit of my belly to my aching skull, they struggle against each other like squabbling Siamese twins - beleaguered inmates they are, prisoners in my body's...

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