Short Interlocking Poems

eternity
a mosaic assembled from
shimmering, glimmering
tiles of delight and
black-glazed stones of despair
interlocking snowflakes
in seamless beauty...

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prima ballerina
    expressive arms
  interlocking curves
    the pose of two swans

  her foot softly supple
    arched so long
  pink flamingo 
    toe stance on 

  Pirouettes 'round and round
    her leading man
  leaps lithe and lovely
    as only grace can...

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The rising mist's begin to take shape
searching for our loved one
our passionate escape

Curling condensation
our mind's body swiftly find's
interlocking piece's perfectly fitting

last night our dreamworld quivering
certainly not our last,I hope
misty eye's forever...

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A silent prayer, a call for peace
War and winter takes its toll, birds sounds cease
The cold penetrates the soul, the Canada geese arrive
Bitter frost kills, the sound of geese bring winter alive

Peace in the world, the tips of the bulbs begin to show
No matter what is happening, Mother Nature will still grow

Penned 11/01/2015...

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life on the edge
of a thread
suspended from a network
of interlocking filaments
bound by triangulated interstices
woven by a master of deception
integrated into his lair
lying in wait
patient vigilant and aware
of what disturbs motion
intersects light
ever ready to ensnare the unaware
who venture into the transparent maze
suspended mid-air...

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Tangled vines covering the walls,
And tangled knots
Of emotion…
The stifled anger of nineteen years.

A place to be kept.

Pain remembered and anticipated
Through interlocking window panes
Pulsing orb of sorrow,
Tangled web of lies.
He wants to move,
To scream, to fight,
To clear away 
The vines, and shatter 
the window.

Pain……
But it isn’t Tom’s place....

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Let me write a signature 
theme, without cubic 
reference.

A dove takes a dive. 
Your body becomes a poem. 
Multiple dots leave 
indelible marks.

The livid kindness 
has exhausted, interlocking 
the planes of separation. 
I am still lurking 
in black air.

I am the mirror 
and I am the face. 
A brick thrown at me, 
does not reach the target.



Satish Verma...

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within the whisper
of yesterday and now
of anticipation
of a dream
words are imbedded
deeply carved
in the heart of a
poet
the words become his
children
to lavish praise
and teach them where
to go
and grow
the poet challenges
the words
as if they were
colors of his heart
and soul
bequeathing to them
the spirit of
interlocking freedom

he has done his best
and that makes him
smile...

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Lithospherical clunking, zest of our navel

Tumultuous melt, fizz ridden obliquitous

Inestimably stemming, trunking, branching

Exaspergrasping for equichosis,  ecliptic apotheosis

We shimmer and charade as though dwelt in strobe

Inscribing the vitroglyph, micro slinks to macro

Then back again

I sit lotus, perfecting the interlocking polygonoids of this scape

I resonate and learn over a new sheaf

A Palm Map....

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God genuinely grants grace 
Gradually graciously generously, 
Generating gratitude and gladness

Inspired, I imagine 
Inordinate ingenuity, illuminating ideas,
Intelligent interlocking with insightful intuitiveness.

His heartfelt honest humanity honoring humans
Has held, helped, hugged, and healed me.
His hopefulness honors Him as my hero.



Written 9-9-2020
Contest: Regal Relationship with God
Sponsor:  Beata Agustin...

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When lying upside down I see the whole world hanging on a silver cloud

Stare at it long enough it begins to become right side up

Roots grow towards greater heights with no end to their soaring flights

They reach for the stars interlocking with earths loving arms

Making a perfect way to lead us to life’s golden gate

Opening our souls pouring wisdom into our minds’ empty holes

Rekindling us once again to be one with the universe, moon, and sun...

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The Yellow Swallowtail Butterfly kissed the Lantana
Light its flight carried by the wind lands 'pon my bandana
No nourishment but the butterfly lingers

Gently the Swallowtail flies to land 'pon the Purple Flock
Drinks nectar from the honeyed bloom then touches 'pon windsock  
Off in flight comes once again lands 'pon my fingers

Sponsor: Gail Doyle
Contest: Butterfly Kisses
Rhyming couplets in a form of poulter's measure
With a interlocking tail rhyme...

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MORNING

                   The sun is bathing sea is scathing blazing tips of volcanoes
                 Gods are traipsing moon is fading on the rigs of cloud canoes
                    Mother nature in her stature gliding birds are praying sun
                      Poet is busy pen is easy poems are coming one by one





                                            Sponsor	Isaiah Zerbst
                                  Contest Name	Interlocking Rhyme...

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