Long Intrudes Poems

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Premium Member I Watch You Sleep

i watch you sleep
wondering where you are
the hair
falls down to the cheeks
spilling upon the pillows
moon intrudes
throwing shadows around
our cat stirs
your mouth is slightly open
as if you are about to whisper
i hear the violins leap in joy
the piano lights from key to key
on the streets, the brass hurries
my heart absorbed in love's symphony
and still, you sleep, turn
i curl into that curve
two pieces to a puzzle
that no longer puzzles me
my arm slowly enfolds you
you the automaton
grasp my hand
pull it to you
that lonely electron, out of orbit
now secure
as i listen to the symphony
no one hears
your beating heart calms my senses
a puppy drifts into sleep
secure as they only are
dream of wolves in forests deep
running free in lands that time forgets
this will be the last breath i breathe
dropping deliciously off me
as i enter the realm of  Lethe
to wait for you
as first light dances across the face
breathless as your eyes open
claim my first kiss as dawn intrudes
makes the night's  journey
worth every moment 
where the present is a present
the gift of you
the symphony that walks me 
thru the night

   Fergus Falls   2/00

Romantic poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings. Poetry to romantic poets is not a craft but an inspiration. The poet does not care for the perfection of form or clarity of expression. The romantic poets laid emphasis on imagination, inspiration, and emotion. It is the expression of the inner urges of the soul of the artist. The poet gives free expression to his feelings, emotions, experiences, thoughts, and ideas and does not care for rules and regulations. The emphasis is laid on inspiration and intuition.


Silence

I sit in silence in a dim lit mood,
while into the darkness I cast my stare.
The rain tapping on my window intrudes,
upon such a night too lonely to share.

My thoughts then turn to the passing of time,
memories hidden in forgotten tears.
Catching small glimpses of moments sublime,
as faces and places bookmark the years.

Pondering the past becomes an escape,
from the prison of the day to day grind.
Pleasant old memories will soon reshape,
when altered by a half-truth telling mind.

As I sit in quiet darkness alone,
I wonder who else the silence has drawn.





2/19/19
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member Oomph Here 3

By condo fence
Bird choir melody;
Song of July


Marriage banquet
Hosts in finery;
Guests and feast sparkle


Gratitude speaks
Spilling fond banter;
Bride and groom delight


Distant laughter
Prompts curious eyes;
Ears on the prowl


See moments crisp
Potato chips tasty;
TV sitcom drama 


Evening comes around
Rare red sun horizon;
Daylight waving goodbye


Nonsense can talk
Crude noise intrudes;
Calm thoughts watch


Moment to commit
Territorial glimpses;
Takeover bid


Deep design motifs:
Extravagant ideas;
Simple illustration


Talk is cheap
Only execution matters;
DIY moments


News flash outcry:
Commercial plane shot down;
World mourns tragic murder


War decides death
Destruction forces pain;
Revolutions change nothing


Sad story
Death by fire bombs;
No one spared


Headline news
All over the world;
297 dead mid flight


Such inhumanity
No cause for concern;
Warring fractions impasse


Today's world awakes
Weapons of mass destruction;
In small hordes


Tension escalates
Man versus man;
No one wins


Sooner not later
Change intervenes;
New gremlin harvest


Morning coffee 
Aroma of wakefulness;
Prelude to day's onslaught


Once upon a time
Spring held sweet ardour;
Today, old age ferments


Words speed along
Congestion impedes;
Word craft evolves



Leon Enriquez
28 July 2014
Singapore
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Don'T Look Don'T See

Happy Halloween Everyone


I don't look down in the cellar
especially at night 
I know there's nothing there
at least, to cause me fright
But I double check the latch
and I sit far from the door
'cause I've heard the strangest things
from the cellar times before

It is difficult to sleep
as I'm twisting in this chair
and my eyes now open wide
with every creaking of a stair
My heart is pounding faster
to escape my captive chest
as my fear seems over whelming
to receive unwanted guess

Then the morning light intrudes
in the room I call my cell
and I think that I am spared
for a fate that worse than Hell
But people ask me why
I stay here as a dweller
I simply say--- it's Ok
If I don't look in the cellar
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member One Foggy Morning

Early morning and dense mist greets me
My eyes open wide all clarity gone
There's a sense of tangible mystery
If reaching out what will I touch?

Through open front door wisp of fog intrudes
With a slight damp earthy smell
Our postman has an undefined presence
Plowing through enveloping mist.

Standing on step shrouded in vapour
There's a resounding echo across the bay
Ships and sailors all at risk
Horns extra loud calling to each other.

Closing door I am reminded of a seafarer's prayer

Let me sail seven seas safely
Through turbulence and storm
Remind me of safe harbour
To which I'm ever drawn,


Premium Member I Spit Fire

In my mind there is a poetic spark
Illuminating words that were in the dark

When I put pen to paper it starts to blaze
My syllables are on fire as I kindle my phrase

Fiery words race through my mind
As  conflagration  of thoughts  combine

A liquid thought attempts to put out the fire
But it's too weak to extinguish my burning desire

Then like a volcano my stanza erupts
My words are red hot  please don't interrupt

I'm in rhyme mode and I cant stop
 A free verser   intrudes  but is quickly burnt up

My final  couplet flows with the lava down to the sea
Smoke rises from my pen, my poem set free
© Joseph May  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Spring's First Touch With Joanna Daniel

When Spring’s first touch is gently set
with Winter now scarcely a threat,
implore the ocean breezes spray
all cares and troubles far away.

With sweet caress of warmer days
and softness in the sunny haze,
carry me to pastoral thoughts
of my favorite nature spots.

Where flowers kiss the breeze that blows
and young ones run, too spry to pose, 
transport me to refreshing moods, 
where nature's calm, no one intrudes. 

Such peace brushes my soul out here! 
I lie still as Tender Hands steer
my notions to emotions pleased
and comfort me, turmoils are eased.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Love Affair

With rainbow wings, you tarry among the stones
Your caress as light as dew drops in the sun
Searching for a rose to call your own...
A morning breeze intrudes to join the fun
Tickling vines, and petals, where you've clung 

You find a place to rest awhile and preen
Then fly to me, assured and debonair 
You spread apart kaleidoscopic wings
While proudly knowing roses cannot compare
Nor can the scarlet ribbon in my hair

Dear butterfly, while neighbors won't suspect
This love affair I have with you, 
My hair, in which you light, holds new barrette
You flatter me,... am I prize pursued?
You've fluttered down, to be my arm's tattoo

The butterfly flutters by, in whimsical routine
I see him circle round my head, as if to play a game
A tease you are, dear butterfly, I cannot intervene
We will be friends, or more than that, tho' it may be insane
I'll tell you mine, you tell me yours, or do you have a name?


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For PD. Butterfly Contest

'dear Prudence'

Hell breaks loose through the trusting door
Whining its splintering, wooden hinges
Claws wrapping onto the arches beyond
Gnarled feet pressed on the threshold
Lower limbs jingling with sparky anklets
Ready to catapult and kick with spitting mouth
To shove its shine like a worthy prick
It was time for her daily purges

Peace is slapped about in her fickle hands and made ragged
Turmoil in her pedicured toes erodes the smoothed surfaces
Of the fashions’ must, into dusty rust of sick disgust

Her coral lips curve in delight
At the sight of confused and crazy creatures
Staring numbly at her hell-bent sight
She is always laughing, snarling or lying low
Waiting for the climatic blow 

Bottom dwelling, blush smearer 
Eyeliner runner, nail-biting binger
Her lies tease and her eyes see a perfect she will never be
As her large, curved nails glimmer 

She scuttles her way like a crab in a salty delirium
She hides her hiss like a snake ready to miss for a chase
Challenging practicality,
“Dear Prudence, 
Won’t you come out to play?”
But we are silent to the accursed 
The wise are wary and rehearsed

We all slip right through as she intrudes an empty room
Waiting for a reaction, screwing with the lights to assert a distraction 
She wreaks havoc in the dark,
“Dear Prudence!”
She screams,
As we softly walk down the path, nomads against the crabs
She doesn’t realize she is her worst fear—alone
Her mask melting and her anklets snapping
Collapsing, the tears she squeezed for her high
Were emptied, vindicated and dried 
Angrily she must realize
In her twisted, stubborn way

It’s a beautiful day… 

A crazy collab with my brother David Breidenthal [J.W Earnings]

Premium Member Umbrella

Umbrella, how I’d worried 
You’d always felt under the weather,
But that’s me, as you are up
when the rain comes down.
There are old wives who tell tales
of shepherds who mourn -
They’ve been gazing at Dawn;
Seen her blush red
as the climate is changing.

Umbrella, they say the heavens are opening.
But how can this be true?
Such a view makes me feel blue,
Intrudes and dampens my mood.

Umbrella, an awning that’s yawning,
Roused by thunder,
awoken from slumber,
you protect me from mizzle and drizzle,
as I hold you up high, aloft to the sky
with the promise of your silver lining.
All hail to you, the reigning champion!

Umbrella, as the rain clouds subside,
I tuck you under my arm, close to my side,
My brolly, you’re so jolly useful.

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