Short Interlopers Poems

stop interlopers
cling to love's first memory
avoid nay sayers...

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Stinkbugs raid my home
awaiting the fall harvest
uninvited guests...

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Time interlopers
we reside wayside off course
twilight zone tickets...

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Listen to poem:

daisy chain in coat
why can't you live on your own
vile interlopers...

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rose
greets me
from her place
on thorny bush
which protects her from the interlopers
even the deer respect her privacy
staying away
from that bush
a lone
rose...

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Intruders
Invasive interlopers
Encroaching on the edge
Of thought
Prowlers invading
The sanctity of the soul
Clumsy burglars
Violating the boundaries
Of whispered secrets
Purring cat burglars
Seeking comfort
...

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mother mouse had her hands and tubs full on wash day
her children were jumping and diving and playing every which way
Pinning on the line took even more effort, but worth the trouble.
Interlopers kept coming back for more; she thought she was seeing double....

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Monkey business is pure fun filled play
Tricking and chatting throughout the day
Climbing banana trees their own way
If you invade them try to be merry and gay

If you do not, they will chase you away.
If you are silly and cute they may let you stay.
They let interlopers visit every other Tuesday.
Want to go with me? What do you say?...

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A fearful, jagged place
Yet wondrous to the eye.
A place for hardy mountaineers,
The Black Cuillins of Skye.

No place for the timid
Imposing in their might,
But to stand and look upon
There's ne'er a grander sight.

Interlopers amid rolling hills
A ridge of fierce repute,
Standing aloof, magnificent
They challenge rope, and boot....

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Hika Bay

Silent hawks appear
outside our window
two,then four,now six
form a floating dimond 

A kettle of hawks roam high
on ancient air
sent by first peoples
to remind us

We dont own these wonders
they belong to Hika Bay
we are just the latest 
interlopers

Frozen in place
in the sky
the gray sky
before the rain comes


PJB...

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Hopping along in my Guggenheggly mind
I laugh my thoughts away, many unkind.
Keeping them to myself gives me the giggles.
I am fiercely powerful in this land of the wiggles.

Curiously but secretly stealthily insane
I juggle my thoughts in my poetic brain
Writing in shorthand so interlopers will not know
I am loonier than a Marshgiggle, don’t you suppose?...

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INTERRUPTION OF SOLITUDE

                                Cloud caressed rock face
                                Cycles of ice hide from wicked wind-- cling
                                Without your consent

                                Interlopers
                                Uninvited frigid fingers
                                Disturbing peace 

V Anderson Throop Nov 2013...

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I stepped into a place of magic.
Implements, antique construction,
still used everyday.
Shiny interlopers keep away!
The trusty and pre-fabricated still hold sway.
Products of a bygone era,
polished and honed to precision,
manual labor, the road to perfection.



(Note: on visiting a farmhouse in Finland
          where many of the old-fashioned farm 
          implements are still used to this day.)...

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I stepped into a place of magic.
Implements, antique construction,
still used everyday.
Shiny interlopers keep away!
The trusty and pre-fabricated still hold sway.
Products of a bygone era,
polished and honed to precision,
manual labour, the road to perfection.



(Note: on visiting a farmhouse in Finland
          where many of the old-fashioned farm 
          implements are still used to this day.)...

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Letters were mad hat interlopers
I cannot decipher them
Eeties at Hoppies
was my diction for
Sweets at Shops
when i was four
Its hard being a dyslexic
Oh boy I feel so out of it
with my younger sisters
picking it up so easily
I eagerly learnt new words by sound alone
but sometimes I miscued
I felt half baked
but my love of History became my bastion
Orally laid down by my Father
I had something to boast
to my peers about
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I used to make up excuses
I would have a funeral, a wedding, a cruise, something
Whenever I did not want to do something

I would get coaxed and cajoled, and sometimes would give in
Despising my inability to say no to these interlopers
Wishing I was brave enough to tell them the truth

I have either gotten senile or wiser with my new age
Not sure which
But now I have one answer
And it works
And no one coaxes me or cajoles me

I say “I don’t want to”
It is the perfect reply...

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