Short Intermingled Poems

Leafy fingers transposing the Poets imagination






In response to Linda Marie Sweethearts Interwoven...

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such
     simplicity,
coherent
yet
a certain frailty-
piety
austerity
humility
all intermingled :
no absolutes
egalitarian..
for sure...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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)...

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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...

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DIVISIONITA degas signac
superimposed
 shimmering
scumbles
  of tone
shades
 juxtaposed
pastel optics
in
  parallel pigments
intermingled
 closely
  aligned
   blended
spectrums
of
 elaborated
  illusions
foreshortened...

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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....

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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....

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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....

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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....

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(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)....

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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...

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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...

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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....

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On The Banks Of The Blue
By: Melissa Ann Hardin
December 17th, 2020

Way down yonder on the banks of the blue
Cain’s mark resides, sad but true.
Fury and power intermingled within,
To combust in a bubble, of blue and white flame.
Blackened in spirit, powered by truth.
Lost in a moment, many days too soon.
The stench and stain of the deep, stuck deep within my psyche,
Fearful of fading, scared to be alone.
I am lost to the answer, my heart resides unknown....

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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....

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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...

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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....

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