Short Intermingled Poems
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such
simplicity,
coherent
yet
a certain frailty-
piety
austerity
humility
all intermingled :
no absolutes
egalitarian..
for sure
Enamored hearts meld into one,
forever joined by a bond that’s
greater than the love of self,
haunting the very edge of hope,
intermingled in purpose.
SEURAT GRANDE JATTE EKPHRASED
Colour intermingled
divisions
juxtapose
&
complement
a supposed
‘as is’ moment
dot..
by dot..
promenade
activity
frozen forever
Broken pieces
intermingled
scatteredshatters
unsorted
reassembled
a mosaic of madness
blending
scars and flaws
into the beauty
of a shared life.
John G. Lawless
©3/10/2019
Blank slate, fresh start
Imagination on
Muse poised, holding pen, big smile
Frenzied shapes across paper
Drawings intermingled with words
Muse is on a sweet tear
Satisfied, soothed
Artist
Intermingled,
but not together
In your presence,
but still alone
Hearing your words,
but not your meaning
Leaving your house
—so far from home
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
intermingled
to juxtapose
&complement
I would suppose
light captured one Sunday
on the island,La Grande Jatte
an ‘as is’ moment ..dot.. by dot..
an afternoon promenade of activity
frozen forever
as a ‘still-life’ shot
My dreams are partly cloudy
Intermingled with a passing breeze
Cold shadows dancing in past passions
Harsh words unsoftened by time
Echo in a dusty chapel
A gentle touch soothes the darkness
A kiss left on a pillow years ago
DIVISIONITA degas signac
superimposed
shimmering
scumbles
of tone
shades
juxtaposed
pastel optics
in
parallel pigments
intermingled
closely
aligned
blended
spectrums
of
elaborated
illusions
foreshortened
patterns
from
points
viewed as a whole
beauty
revealed
white
visible between
little dots
frozen forever
in
intermingled
completeness
as our eyes
fill the
gap
static light
making a point
This is where it died
where faith and hope succumbed to death.
Where our tears bitter and longing
sting the parched clay.
Where birds resound their daily choruses
intermingled with the mournings,
the serrated sobs that saw the concept
of what should have been.
Form:
Colour intermingled in the Spectator’s eye.Divisions that juxtapose and complement,I would suppose.A static quality of light captured one Sunday on the island,La Grande Jatte. An ‘as is’ moment ..dot.. by dot..an afternoon promenade of activity,frozen forever as a ‘still-life’ shot.
E clipse of the sun mesmerizes us
N early blinding awestruck onlookers
I dle gossip intermingled with tall tales
G argoyles whisper them in gardens
M aestro orchestrating seasons’ dance
A nd above reigns a sky that rules our world
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
light
making
a point
colour intermingled
in the spectator’s
eye
divisions juxtaposed
and
complemented
static quality of light
captured
‘as is’ moment
expressions
impressions
frozen forever
completeness in moments
of passivity
bygone days
filled
with poise.
I cherish mornings
Before the world wakes up,
And news crowds my head
Demanding attention;
Intermingled thoughts of others
Oft fills my cup,
As I expunge those
Unworthy of mind's retention;
The quietness allows thoughts
To freely travel,
Recalling events
That became life changing tests;
At times it seemed my life
Would suddenly unravel,
But through it all I have to say,
I've been blessed.
(A modern freestyle haiku).
Languishing in
reasonable pains
Nine months labor.
......................................
In the outside
cherishing the inside
An asset in her womb.
......................................
They intermingled
human offspring sprung
their cardboard copy.
.....................................
Womb load
don't lean on fear
you will drop freely.
By: Charles Melody (Lightning Ink).
One morning arising
and cursed with the burden
of thinking
My jackhammer brain’s
ceaseless pounding
the surface of concrete
I came on a leaf
dancing dangerously close
to my window
Chlorophyll stolen its
blood intermingled
with rain
Speckled and auburn
and falling and
grasping at nothing
Jesus with all of his
lilies could not have
designed this
I gazed at the leaf until
I and the leaf
were the same
Colour intermingled
in the spectator’s eye
Divisions juxtapose
‘as is’ moment ..dot.. by dot..
frozen forever
as a ‘still-life’ shot
Colours in contrast
one next
to another
patiently painted
dab by dab
Planes into particles
pigments of paint
in patches react
divisionist,
pointillist juxtapose
into our eye colour flows.
Meticulous,mechanical
the illusion
into shape
palettes of the fleeting
made permanent
Oh,dear,I’ve got panache again.
I suffer to please ancient men.
I dress in red gowns
Intermingled with brown.
Flamboyant and in fashion, I am.
It may be genetic,of course.
So I refuse to feel guilt or remorse.
e world is so sad
We may all go mad.
And that would be very much worse.
Panache is not wrong,anyway.
Self confidence is good,so they say.
Wear a cap with a feather
And a coat of real leather.
I’ll sell you all mine on E bay.
moments come,
moments pass,
moments become your present and past,
and what you pull out of them marks your directed way,
some of these moments stay fully ingrained,
some forgotten quickly,
some last forever,
some stick to our hearts intermingled together,
unforgotten experiences always shows us some truth,
the givings of life, embracing us proof,
with remembrance we exchange glances on the spiritual plain,
our true dwelling, in heaven, our future spirit remains.
Form:
puccini in the distance
ka-bobs on the grill
wine deep in the glass
freedom is near
dogs on the porch
smile as you absorb the sunset
tasting the nectar of conversation
intermingled with salty and sweet
the hand of the one you love
reaching for your shoulder
softly
followed instantly by
a knowing movement towards
the approaching touch
the shared glance of communion
and
freedom is here
unbelievable days of letting go
allowing the moment
to steep in your soul
A funeral was held today,
Joan Rivers laid to rest,
Attracting many A-list names
With those who knew her best.
The eulogies were filled with jokes,
Evoking grins and smiles.
It's rare at funerals to find
Folks laughing in the aisles.
It's just the type of send-off
She most likely would have planned -
The audience attentive,
Not a chance of getting panned.
At a service for a comic
Somber sobbing disappears,
For there's bound to be some laughter
Intermingled with the tears.