Short Infiltrates Poems
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my true love will be the insidious inception that penetrates every cornerstone of the
thoughts of my placebo to the mercy of the one who infiltrates my soul.
The most the wine infiltrates,
many questions strike the eyes !
it may be craziness,
but it may be
conscience... !
Insanity or
wisdom...
I chose my option!
Sneaky
Deceitful
Calculating and cruel
It poses as your friend
Offering comfort
Strength
A sense of achievement.
It isolates
Jealously guarding the relationship
Until it infiltrates
Every cell of your being
And claims you
As its own.
There is a ghost in my house
That haunts my every waking moment
And infiltrates my dreams
A ghost that taunts and torments
The ghost in my house is you
I am haunted by the memory of you
It is the ghost of our lost love
And I am tormented because I let you go
Form:
those drudging blues
spat upon by smudging greys
pulsating with suns
sinking tendrils
rains might has bent each leaf head
and from its benevolent praise
nights perfume cloud
slowly infiltrates
rainbow slicked petrol inked puddles
show echoes of stars that were..once
You taught me more in seven days than sixteen years ever could.
You taught me love comes unannounced, it infiltrates you, and it should.
You taught me age is overlooked when luck and time conspire for you.
You taught me silence may be best, and patience may well have to do.
Clanks,
blanks,
cranks,
clash!
Slams in tank,
detours irate!
Ingenious infiltrates,
sojourns knocking,
indignation on the plank,
plutocracy dank!
Dotards are prate,
iridescence is just as late-
prime meridian,
songs obsidian,
and the incandescence great!
THE WAYRA ROTUNDA
nascent electric,
mint rotunda reds and blues —
spiffy underground tunnel.
subway smoke infiltrates. . .
the fauvism of clickety clack
8/15/2019
SECOND EDITION OF WAYRA Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
checked by howmanysyllables.com
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The Blues won’t ask
permission
as it infiltrates
your soul
Each riff a lesion
around your heart
each wail
heartbreak untold
The Blues wont grant
forgiveness
for those roads on which
you strayed
But the thing it wills
inside you
is the mojo
— that you play
(Kingston Mines: January, 2026)
Blues Poem #20
Pregnant sky labors in misty cloud
Tenants of earth awaits the bath of life
Warrant is issued to eastern wind
Stagnant is earth and man's thrive
Rain now patters in Noah's days fashion
Vein shivers as cold infiltrates man
Pain enslave the worried thought and soul
Champagne is the savior of man
For Rick Praise's lento contest
Creepily walking
The feeling of the soft carpet
Moving swiftly and silently
The door continues to knock
The sweet smell of nectar infiltrates my nose
I wonder what's behind the door
I grab and turn the knob to the right
I cautiously open the door
A gust of wind blows
Pushing my hair out of my face
I stare as my face grows blank
Death is at my door
Crashing
cascades collide
and shatter the surface
yet, sweet serenity prevails
unmoved.
Power
of spirit all
around; electrified
though the calmness still reigns supreme
inside.
Gentle,
tranquility
unbroken, undisturbed
as if fairytale enigmas
unreal.
Perils
of what's beyond
the walls are forgotten.
A dreamland repose infiltrates
the soul.
early morning....
I watch a chickadee perch on my bay leaf tree,
dropping down to sip water from my birdbath
next to the tiny cherub angel, leg extended
in welcome-
my hand loomed rug, crafted by a bluffwoods
Grandmother, lovingly watches over me-
His shadow arc's and infiltrates my prism,
if I'm less brutal today, maybe others will
feel it too-
..... maybe
feel it too
Violent screeching among the sea of vortexes.
Lightning emerges from the cyclone of terror.
The power of the cosmos,
integrating with Mother Nature.
Unstable energy striking down, splitting the ground.
Lightning with violet hues ignites a wildfire.
Releasing dormant toxins, poisoning lungs.
A continuous pattern of destruction and creation.
As the heavy wind circulates, fire infiltrates.
Heat and friction, a furnace of shadow and flame.
Say hello to the entrance of Hades.