Intrusions Poems - Poems about Intrusions

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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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