Long Intermission Poems
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Doors and Entrances
by Odin Roark
How telling
One's 3-Act duration
Entrances never made
Hesitations made permanent
Some by regret
Others by wise caution heeded
As children
We challenged drama's closed doors
Many the time
Parental forbiddance
Deterred admissions
Touching the knob only
Never pulling
Never pushing
Today
We carry decorative memories
The shiny brass
Cold porcelain
Grating filigree of levers never turned
Fear standing often in the wings
So many scenes behind us
Doors urged ajar
Others slammed shut
While still others
But memories of inaction
What if
Haunts
If only
Taunts
Tomorrow's auditions
Continue to beckon
Perhaps it wise to accept
The world's stage
Cares not of right and wrong
Pleasure from pain
Future or past
Only risks embraced
Not passed by
The next doorway one approaches
Will greet with the forever question
To open
Or not
To retreat
Or stay
Such remains life's portals
To enter
Or exit
Conundrum's sole joy
Time's quintessential game
Ending with a gilded entrance
Questioning one's particular play as finished
Or merely another long intermission
I hear America crying, the varied cries I hear,
Those of families, each one crying theirs as it should be, tired and poor,
The Dreamer crying hers as she prays for a path to citizenship,
The autoworker crying his as he struggles to find a job, or is fired from one,
The nurse crying what belongs to her in the hospital bed, as her patient breathes his last,
The veteran crying as he sits on his bench, looking for a place to sleep,
The teachers crying in their cars, in the morning, or at noon intermission, or at sundown,
The mournful crying of the incarcerated, of the wrongly accused, longing to be free,
Each crying what belongs to him or her and to none else,
The day what belongs to the day – at night the party of young addicts,
Unwanted, broken,
Crying through clenched mouths their anguished despairing songs.
Sensual Interludes mapping my lover's chest
Taking in the essence of his exuberant passion suggest
Ravishing moments will be filled with sentimental embrace
Angelic radiance will never leave my face's trace
Weighing in his love for me on a lover's scale measuring to a
level of prevail
Borrowing wisdom from my grandmother's advice to keep
love strong; un-laced
Excited at the mere suggestion of his commitment to live
harmonious in one space
Reiterated vows of heavenly interface
Reaching our golden years in love without an intermission
of division
Yields an external love with respect and sweet submission.
easily remembered
his lines
made some feel he had the easiest
job in the show
he spoke three words
three words that would
be the middle and change of the way or direction
the show would run.
once he spoke of this as the area where time is changeable
the area where the beginning meets middle and we see
way to find an end
who's interest might then
be different
to speak nuance for someone
eager and ready to stand
and be him that all look to for guidance.
under thinking
and oversight might make mad persons:
yet understating the obvious with a
kind hand might
draw those in opposition to
speak wisely of what they see
then those who might understand from
having been in such a position
might they speak of those times when they
had been positioned to
be of choose.
might this role sample the tomorrows from this yesterday.
Backward word exceptions for me
from mothers cold lipless tongue drips lies,
White and stagnation
void of a life.-
Is nothing sacred mother?
My mother?
Is nothing pure?
Even babies defecate and are never clean anymore.
I fail--as she fell.
But two eyes are better than three
and doesn’t allow such and such’s brain to bleed.
She had her head on the floor but she had her eye on me.
Lips soft as a kiss and open for guests but no feelings
there was no life there
nothing intermission to flatten the flowers and lost.
Further expeditions into my fragile fragmented psyche
leads one to a temporary understanding of life
through the perspective of one afraid of conformity
yet change
yet being identified as a same
the same-ness is a blow to the ego center
bordering on ego death
but only by a completely Egotistico way
you and you and you and me I you and we
our seasons the moment we are zero: a free radical
Tie your shoes
Step to the side
Let the gentlemen
Past you bye
You think it's
Funny slouching
around
I wish you'd
Start thinking
and ask me why
get it right the first time
Or get close enough
Don't clutter your thoughts
when sing
Steer your audience down
When they applaud
Thank them for coming
give praise to the Lord
Make them laugh before
Intermission
Change you clothes
make sure nothings missing
make sure everyone knows
there lines
stop worrying you'll
do just fine
tune the orchestra with the one
the curtain call has just begun
break a leg, do your thing
your ground singers
are the real thing
AUTUMN IS NEAR
Poem written for and submitted to “SEASONS NOW POETRY CONTEST,” August 6, 2025, Nette Onclaud, sponsor
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brushstroke of a cooler breeze paints my skin.
golden rays slip behind the horizon,
velvet curtain drawn across stage of sky.
summer bows with grace; fall waits in the wings.
cicadas' applause fades to hushed tones.
the sun dips lower; the days grow shorter.
green leaves slowly shift to ochre and rust.
painter’s palette spilling across the ground,
each leaf blends hues onto the earth’s canvas.
with expectation, autumn holds its breath,
a hush before the overture of chill.
season’s harmonious intermission.
I was delivering triple meat pizzas to the fat lady, during intermission.
The death happened before I arrived; you can check the cameras.
I wish I had seen something, so I could help you in your investigation.
Some of the singers are whispering about people they suspect.
Line sneaked in here, and was acting odd, I have heard this twice.
Her cousin Lin was seen hiding in a closet in the food court by Hank.
No, of course, I have no direct knowledge. I was not here.
Here is a list of the places I delivered pizza to in the last hour.
With the recipient’s phone numbers. These should clear me.
I saw Steven and Carol tiptoeing away from the orange Julius stand.
He was holding a broken bat; unsure if that will help but it might.
I have two more pizzas t deliver, and they are still hot.
Can I please go?
"A Morrison Intermission Break"
Morrison Where Art Thou
True Revolutionary mind
I touched her thigh
and death smiled…
Wooh man,
can’t beat that
...well maybe.
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
Amuse a Muse
https://youtu.be/BPyKnem4fVk
https://youtu.be/pQI8XErzl1M
https://youtu.be/8xgbmDtk2ps
https://youtu.be/jQwiVgvIkDI (v.beautiful)
https://youtu.be/DKSGb4xFnbc
Jim Morrison Poetry Session February 3rd, 1969 (36:48 mins)...love it - fantastico.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eGhlnyT5tg8
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jim_Morrison**Literary Influences
**Poetry and film
"The Flow"
I walked into the Ocean today
the Wind was wild whipping up the waves
like lemonade white horses riding into shore
I tread water, the Aquamarine was a washing machine
While someone else’s kids raced by me out to the break
the wind bit my face, I submerged myself then resurfaced
I became sad when I thought about the Fraz
I swam out to the deep I was very brave
forgot about monsters with sharp teeth
dreamt they were all fast asleep
bellies full of other dreamers
Sharp Teeth were nowhere near my feet,
They were lying supine snoring at the bottom of the deep
Balmoral was a breeze I was free
feeling guilty it was me in your sea
I floated on my back and just went with the flow
had a little cry, the Ocean took all that salt in
there was nowhere better for it to go
the Sun burnt me up 3rd degree inside real slow
The Seagulls circled above grinning
Yellow crested cockatoos in the big Moreton Bay Fig
like tiny pterodactyls screaming, water crystal clear
angel fish, puffers and blue bottles spinning always near
One can only love
One can never save
But there is the grace of forgiving
I walked into the ocean today
I thought about being brave
Thought about visiting
the Mermaid’s Cave
another day another night
Finding starfish hiding under treasure rocks
Find Silverfin and take his fin
Fairy Bower and swim in your Fair Light
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)"HOME"
"Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is HOME."
https://youtu.be/cbnS-1ZQPD0
https://youtu.be/lf_b_OCKL6I
https://youtu.be/b6d3ghgZuMI
"The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned." Maya Angelou
(gvlm-scm)
Silverfin
https://youtu.be/eai_6DXKXtA