Long Intersecting Poems
Long Intersecting Poems. Below are the most popular long Intersecting by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Intersecting poems by poem length and keyword.
Destination, Salt Lake City
What a pity!
To much fun,
in the slums
of southern California.
We didn't want to leave
This fornicating reprieve.
Drugs,
gambling,
tons of money, all cash.
A surprising weekend,
pocketing seventeen hundred dollars.
But, a lack of sleep has weakened,
four sleepy hustlin' road scholars.
Destination, Salt Lake City
We're cruisin' I-15,
intersecting I-215
the belt route.
Downtown, Temple
owned by the Mormons,
I'm the man, incredible!
A newly wealthy
poetic foreman.
Home at last!
Still a bit intoxicated,
alcohol is two days fermented,
leaving me sluggish,
foggy conditions in my head.
Now home in Salt Lake City
My next destination,
Bed!!!!!!
Concluding my Destination series.......
Jared Pickett
9/7/09
Asavvy1
In the negative infinity between us,
In the desolate field of wounded hearts,
Where echoes of sorrow roll at night,
We remained, separated from our slumbering dreams.
Like two comets lost in the dark,
With different trajectories and pale lights,
We collide in silence, sparking lost hopes,
In the empty void between us, without our sacred ten gathering.
Clad in tumultuous and desired loves,
With hearts shaved by wounds and shattered memories,
We seek to find each other in the unclear infinity of reunions,
But numbers are rewritten in an estranged game.
We stifle silent words and secret longings,
Like flowers that hide their petals in white graves,
In our souls, languorous words dance,
But in the negative infinity, it intertwines with our immortality.
Like a snowflake in a whirl of madness,
We search for broken wings to take us away,
But the ice had melted, the dream was begged for the common cause,
In the scenery of memories, it promises the soul only death.
But maybe, one day, in the wave of revived life,
We will find each other, just two intersecting spirals,
When the negative infinity will call us from the window,
To understand each other again in the world beyond the scenery.
As is said, we are He, who we seek
Today, let’s find out together
Love beckons, we try to take a sneak peek
But fears and desires tether
Veiled remains The Divine Mother
Knowing not the way, we stop flow of thought
Resting in pristine stillness
Joy currents within rise, both cold and hot
Heightening our awareness
Kundalini consciousness
Sublime serpent at root begins to stir
Divine feminine awake
Energy centers in subtle body whir
Our spine does the shake-shake-shake
Trust us; our sanity’s at stake
Pathways three; Sushumna, Ida and Pingala
Snake divine makes up its mind
Upon path of least resistance, has a gala
Unless ego borne fears bind
Charmed by our heart, it’s touch is kind
Oh worthy lama, go beyond all opposites
Serpent’s Holy Spirit in disguise
Be bemused not by myriad composites
Now, ceasing to weigh and size
Allow divinity to rise
02-January-2022
The Snake Charmer Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
Notes: A short overview of our energy (pranic) life force field
Kundalini is Shakti - the divine feminine, coiled like a serpent at the base of our spine. It is the kinetic aspect of God’s energy. The potential aspect is Shiva, at the crown chakra, correspondent to our fontanel on the top of head. Shakti yearns to reunite with Shiva and so rises at the optimal time, when mind-body vessel is purified. The energisation is felt as living magnetism within.
Ida is the cool channel, correspondent to left nostril. Pingala is the hot channel, related to our right nostril. Both these paths are serpentine, intersecting at the sacral, navel, heart, throat and third eye (between eyebrows), merging there to connect to the crown.
Sushumna is a three layered cylindrical conduit in the geometric centre of our body, joining the root chakra to the crown chakra. It is referred to as the energy expressway, rod of initiation or staff of power in different scriptures.
Poem as depicted here.
___________________________________________________________
CIRCUMLOCUTION was inspired by the poem, Him & Her Intersection, by Brian Bilston. In the 2015 Great British Write Off, he won the poetry prize for this poem disguised in a Venn diagram. My interpretation of the intersection poem scans differently to his as the intersected part is to be read in a loop, as suggested by the title.
The Venn diagram poem is an interesting intersecting visual poem written inside a two-circle Venn diagram.
It could be written on any subject where a contrasting viewpoint is key to a successful intersection poem. The idea is for the two outer sections (the opposing views) to be read independently taking the intersection into account, for example, xxxxxxxx X / X xxxxxx (the lines don’t have to be of an equal length.) This intersected piece ‘X’ should flow in a logical statement from top to bottom—I aimed for imagistic prose.
Happiness is easy
when you're not looking backward
or forward through the chaos.
Summer afternoon, juice
sweet on my lips,
hands stained blueberry,
dirty hands,
smell of weed rolled up in a spliff-
puff puff, sniff sniff, breathe.
Rockin’ on a creaking porch swing,
rusty with a shot of beam, old bottle,
young hands.
Muddy feet, clean face.
Bad memories, good memories,
both intersecting.
I imagine halls filled with ghosts,
but I'm okay and so are you.
Dusk is coming fast, time flies.
Blood growing warmer
like a slow-cooked meal
left on the burner, open invitation.
Hands touching,
touching skin, fast succession.
Touch me harder fast,
legs shaking, thighs burning.
Hold me down and let me loose.
I witness your success, smile.
Hold me just a short while more,
then turn and let me dream,
sweet dreams.
There's the hint of music,
am I dreaming still?
Whatever, the sound is good.
Seeping through the window,
porch radio left on beneath
creaky porch swing.
Come close again
and leave it be.
Let's do it again tomorrow,
differently.
Our nation - at a crossroads now
With intersecting planes
Of concepts much at odds somehow -
Exacerbating strains.
The Democrats perplexities:
A "Heart without a Head"
Explains irrationalities -
(Dysfunction - simply said).
Republican proclivities:
A "Head without a Heart"
Explains their personalities -
(Flatlines on MDs charts).
Both play the same devout "blame game"
With terse polemics wrought
As zealots on both sides proclaim
Their hyperbolic thoughts.
They come and go yet most remain,
Though times change in due course,
And seem to think it's their domain -
Their livelihood resource.
And, money flows and money goes
Awash in large amounts
But how, from where, no accounts show;
Just smoke and mirrors doubts.
With most seats safely in the till
Few voters needs to heed,
Instead exert, exhort their will
On things inflating greed.
Then, how do we comport with this
Vast wasteland so immense?
We wax and wane and turn and twist -
It's our experience.
Not just surviving
thriving
Not just abiding
inviting
Not just moving
improving
Not just yearning
learning
Not just acquiring
inspiring
Not just preaching
reaching
Not just talking
walking
Not just cohabitating
collaborating
Not just intersecting
connecting
Not just racing
embracing
Not just living
giving
Not just driving
~ Arriving ~
A cocooned cacophony of crickets serenades overgrown fields,
drowning out the creaking of rusted cars long since abandoned.
Maroon and sable tents blot the dilapidated ground—
bloated and weathered,
strips of fabric flapping in the harsh elements.
Legends of wraiths wander,
replicating whispers of infected insanity.
Laughter lingers in suspect echoes,
Rippling from pasts reborn in presents: futures to be later replaced by the past.
The smell of burnt sugar crackles with the purr of buttered kerneled corn: invading the nostrils with senses whose stimuli feign belief.
A faint humming of Entry of the Gladiators creeps in loudening crescendos, adding to the cacophony deigning dormancy in the field
Fragmented timelines intersecting by the call of the Barker
Stained cotton candy melts, reconstitutes, melts once more
Saturating replicating stands with insidiously sticky omens
Ghastly sickeningly sweet mori mementos
Resurrecting the dead from preternatural slumber.
Within fractured milliseconds, the cycle of the tormented deceased rise
From the ashes of unburnt airwaves,
Rippling through screaming minutes yet frozen in the midst.
A varicosed bearded woman floats aloft grassy overgrowth
Reanimated tigers lurk and phantasmal elephants howl,
Rings round the air in gaseous hush, like cigars puffed by moustachioed men of game,
Insufflating smoke with striped suits in candied reds and white.
The air rises to the resurrected show,
Cries confused for laughter tickle cochlea of the living.
You ask me why do I act this way,
Well then tell me how to act,
I don't give a *****what they say,
Life's always under attack,
You'll never understand who I am,
Our paths do not intersect,
The hour glass running out of sand,
We're out of time to reflect,
You've made your choice and I've made my own,
There's no more time for regrets,
I hope someday that you make it home,
Just know that I won't forget ,
Stop intersecting your life with mine,
Move on and learn to accept,
You chose the life that you have that's fine,
I guess I was to inept,
Someday soon I will understand,
Life in all it's respect.
Chocolate box in my hour hand,
Don't know what to expect.
Why is racism
so difficult to own
and heal
for fragile western
and northern white people?
Why is patriarchalism
so difficult to own
and inclusively heal
for fragile ecofeminists
against narcissistic straight white males?
Why is nonbinary heterodoxuality
so difficult to orthodoxically own
and multiculturally heal
for fragile binary
authoritative
normative
straight monoculturalists
against LGBTQ unwhite
unpatriarchal rainbows
celebrating spectral color?
Why is win/win compassion
so difficult to own
and polypathically mend
for fragile win/lose humanity
EitherWin/OrLose dominating left-brain
ego-centered survivalists,
anxious about transparent differences
vulnerable changes
right-brain multicultural interdependent experience
hope
passion
ecstasy?
Why is Elitism
so difficult to own
and heal
for fragile NonElite life=love
breathing=joy
positive-egomind = healthwealth-ecobodied
systems,
intersecting networks,
polyphonic paradigms,
ecological theo-meta-phors,
trans-capitalistic wealth flow-values,
trajectories
health-trends?
Why is monoculturing ego-privilege
so difficult to own
and heal
for fragile western
and northern white privileged people?