They are not UFOs you know
Those strange lights up in the sky
Blinking in from another dimension
Not from figments of imagination
Those strange lights up in the sky
They might be sent to terrorize
Not from figments of imagination
Intrusions of a dark unknown
They might be sent to terrorize
Blinking in from another dimension
Intrusions of a dark unknown
They are not UFOs you know
INTRUSIONS OF NATURE
In a cascade of light, like wax that melts,
It strayed, mischievous and free of bounds,
Across her smiling lips, mine eyes did dwell,
Then solace found upon her bosom's mounds.
I pressed kisses on her ankles fair,
And in response, her laughter did abound,
Melodious, sweet, with notes that filled the air,
Like cut glass sparkling, a joyous sound.
Her dainty feet sought refuge in her gown,
As if to say, "No further, I implore."
Yet she relented, allowing love to crown,
Her laughter bearing no reproach, no more.
Her tender eyes danced 'neath my gentle touch,
A caress, delicate, to move her soul,
She cast her head back, mock despair as such,
"Truly, Monsieur," she playfully extolled.
And then, with kiss upon her gentle breast,
I met her challenge, laughter's flame renewed,
That laughter, a sign of consent at best,
She stood, undressed, resolute and shrewd.
Outside, brazen trees leaned 'gainst the glass,
Their leaves intruding, curious, so near,
Snooping upon our intimate repast,
Too close, invading our privacy, I fear.
:: 05.13.2023 ::
It’s the cat on the doorstep you didn’t expect.
A burnt-out lightbulb darkening the foyer.
It’s the thought of something creepy lurking under the porch,
A feeling you might need a clever lawyer.
It’s the odd conjunction of uncanny events,
With noir intrusions scratching in the closet.
It’s a drip from the faucet you just had repaired.
Make sure your will is locked in safe deposit.
It’s a psychic vision, a dystopian dream,
A dark abstraction slinking through the mist.
It’s the merciless stab of a memory’s fang,
It’s venom much too tempting to resist.
It’s a camera obscura, a projected effect,
A vision of transgressions grim and hellish.
It dwells within the heart you're too enfeebled to protect,
A claw that rips your soul with chilling relish.
It’s the phantom at midnight. It’s the creeper at dawn.
It preys upon the lonely and the strange.
When it's time to get going, you will find yourself gone,
A gaunt and ghostly coachman at the reins.
Mental Intrusions
Written: by Tom Wright
February 2015
As we think, so our reality often becomes,
But not always by our volition,
Often, external forces, suffocate thoughts.
Like Kudzu moving over the landscape,
A pall is cast over our aspirations,
Channelizing dreams to nigh nightmares;
Thoughts & visions, of Indian Blankets, remain,
But before, much length of time, each discovers,
It has been sentenced to share space,
With creeping thistle and milkweed;
Beautiful Intrusions
by Odin Roark
How often we revolt
Our space invaded
At times creating panic
Other instances
Gifts realized
Yet momentarily misunderstood
Time knows not the right moment
Time merely measures
Yet we often say
“It was at the wrong time”
This “It” remaining often misconceived
To picture the most intrusive
Is to ask the “big” why
Is to realize
Lessons seldom come
As we choose them
A fly in our food
A Marathon’s exhaustion
A “Dear John” on promotion night
A heart attack at 52
Rendering a family bereaved
Time selects all our finish lines
Yet obstacles remain the challenge
Insipid champagne and notoriety the carrot
Failure the feared evil
Still most accept the thwarting
As providence
Sadly
Encroachment on desire
Seems to many
Contrary to empowerment
Yet to those
Accepting impediment
As lesson’s hindrance
Understanding’s challenge
Resolve’s reward
Intrusions are embraced
For without the obstacle
A finish is without reward
Love
Success
Longevity
The final rest
Might be all for nothing
Perhaps it all means nothing
Without time’s
Beautiful intrusions
A social worker bashed in my door,
seizing my kids on rumors
of bath time photographs.
On my trek to court
to rescue my children,
they forced me through
a biometric scanner
recording every detail
of my naked flesh.
I was lambasted by a judge garbed
in flowing black vestments
for exploiting innocence.
He paraded my babies
into the courtroom,
all three donning
fresh, hot-pink rags
promoting the latest
Disney tween idol.
When asked why we hadn’t yet
enrolled our oldest child
at their public school,
my wife confessed
we educated our kids
with attention to truth.
The judge decreed they’d
need a head start with
foundation trust books.
We journeyed home despondent
with teary eyes bleeding to
find our garden scorched.
Our organic source
was no longer allowed
do to civil statute,
so we wandered off
to mega mart to buy
death off the shelf.
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