Invaded Poems - Poems about Invaded

Thanksgiving cats get into the pumpkin pie. They drink down bourbon, saying “here’s mud in your eye!” We see them arrive with a thump, a clap, a thud and a sigh. They will put their tails all over every allergic-to-cat-guy. They are climbing the walls now, riding the tree to the floor. Grandma Maizey is angry, she counts them, they’re...

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cooing blackbirds drowned out with quick ugly squawk dairy barn invaded by an irritated jay wooing bovine herds mooing down by eagle rock airy haymow fragrance potent on this summer day nest in rafters, possibly of a small frightened wren. able farmer’s wife shoos prickly crow away rest of barn’s hay is harsh, prickly and rather thin stable in August is usually...

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They surrounded the house and we were terrified Because they looked different, magnified. Some wore smiles, others mean as a rusty nail. What are they? Our children whispered in their ale. Pterodactyls I told them. No worries at all. But their mouths are enormously long, creepy and tall. Let’s go out and see why they...

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In the spring rain, the cedars bear alien fruit: gelatinous growth like orange sea anemones, slimy creatures whose slippery tendrils quiver sporeful revolting and fascinating life fills all niches 4/22/2018...

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I hear those footfalls on the floor marked only by footprints of demons and the exiled muse and silence. And your voice calling a name I know is mine etched on the walls that themes mama's cradle songs gone silent and the owls on the oak sang me every nightfall till I grew too bored counting stars. My heart dances to your...

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I am me Who said this? So is my body An invaded custody Occupied by her Thoughts and memories Two sided glossaries Not a reflection is mine That would determine My own identity Out of my sanctity I may be a string Of any cacophonous Sitar Where she creates On my wounds Riot of sounds...

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An iron portal as brittle as a tear in memories or moments designate a miscreant burgeons from emotions the graphic artistry of expendable smiles to bypass hope and linger in a clause of could be Yet the thrust has to wretched put you a glinting steal bloodied by your heart leaves you wrenching on breath the choke the broken despair can lay no claim to comfort unwanted for all of agonies penitence and purgatory swallows...

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Once, When Darkness Invaded Peaceful Sleep There are moon shadows, moving out tonight, More numerous than sad dreams in my head- I call for wild horses to race from bed, Into calmer realms of vast silent dead! Within that place, silence cuts like a knife, And too soon I taste that old dragon's smell- Shocked to find myself in this ghostly hell Where...

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Invaded by the tribe The old station wagon Pulls to halt in my driveway. The five children fall out of its rusted doors shouting and laughing. She turns off the noisy engine. Slips ghostlike from the drivers seat. Her five hours of driving In a bedlam of her children’s noise. Looking so slight and frail. My heart melts again. I enfold her in my arms And...

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This Grand Opening I attended: Scene McDonald’s, Moscow, Queue extended over Under Pushkin Square (Some saw the poet’s Spirit rise and sniff The air). No Royalty to cut The ribbon, courtesy Of Comrade Lenin, Just some shivering, Hatless Business Guys With Cheeseburger Eyes, Cutting Communism down To size with French Fries, Beating back The Russian Winter With Hot Apple Pies....

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My territory was invaded yesternigth Rendering powerless an army of soldiers Conquering doubts with her bulwark of beauty Where do I go from here? To whom shall I confide? Who is this heroine? Stooping to conquer my ego Nurturing nature’s longings Oh, do I anticipate? Anticipate, anticipate? Yes, I shall anticipate for pure satisfaction. awoh awoh...

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Defenseless, he prayed "O God Forgive me, I let sin invade my soul."...

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You You are still a thorn in my side A burying pain I can never excavate from under my marred flesh Like a stubborn octopus you cling, spreading your tentacles of despair Into every trembling nook and cranny of my feeble form Parasitic, you devour me from the inside out Hollowing my bones and softening my resolve Until my desire to shuck...

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