Short Intermingling Poems
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blue and white flowers and decorations
framing the happy couple
... a picture perfect day
the happy tears and smiles intermingling
through wedding party and guests
... the joy was contagious
The swish
of our feet
‘neath the sheet,
intermingling
with our thoughts and
the fleshly
lyrics of
a night rain, ah I’d have
never perceived that
it would
becharm us—
the septuagenarian!
Impressionable immature imps imprint, improve, and improvise
Incorporating incredible indefatigable independence.
Infusing informed influential infallible infestation
Intensifying interception intermingling intimacy
Under this mental umbrella, anything you
Think of, is possible; travelling to
Other worlds can be one of your favorite
Possibilities that you would always be talking about; sometimes
Intermingling with imaginary captains and princesses from
Across the galaxies.
Light and darkness swing
Turn by turn they hide
Yet at dawn and dusk
Hues intermingling
They collaborate
Sleep to waking
Gap within change
Void of stillness
No thought at play
In silence
In the void
No mirror
Then thus
We do
Be
24-October-2020
So tangled in a web of futility
Where trying minds refuse to bend
No broken strand for to escape
Unable then to just transcend
Captured by intermingling notions
Whereby nothing fruitful so attempts
We’re lost upon this desolate ocean
Spiraling through an outward descent
I have an inkling
My writing is winking
At me behind my back
Or maybe its just blinking,
Mindlessly thinking
While wrinkling up
My tiny universe
By tinkering
And intermingling
The real and the false~
I hear a clinking,
A chilling kind of whistling;
What is that stinking prickling
I can feel bristling
Up and down my spine?
On my driveway
glistening in the moonlight
magnificent display
of swirling, curling ribbons
intermingling...
a painted labyrinth!
Who has done this to my property?
it’s not my creation...but
it’s quite beautiful.
upon inspection,
elated fascination;
snail trails...
from a tiny
VanGogh.
All life truly is, precious.
Gorgeous fragrances, intermingling
Wafting in from many directions
Sensory overload; understood only if you were there.
Peaches, plums, persimmons, marvelous colors.
Each one showing out her own truth,
Being herself, delicate and lovely.
Which ones to choose? Quintessential prototypes of themselves.
A floral banquet
I was the wedding caterer,
about to make choices.
Where to begin?
its common but unnatural
to never have moments of
complete silence
where the entire world is turned off
maybe that's what heaven's all about
an eternal silence filled with soul bubbles
intermingling-exchanging silent pleasantries
no motors or screaming neighbors
or childhood screeches
thin walled moans
or deathbed groans
just birdsong mist
drifting through the silent heart
of heaven
Rose petals scattered on the floor
Rays of rainbow
Shining in the air of noir
Bouquets of pure white
On the glass table
Set with the flutes of bubbly
Champagne pink
Music booming throughout the night
Laughter intermingling
The sound of happiness in a much simpler time
Hikikomori is the way of survival
As it seems
Don’t be afraid
At least we’re still moving forward
One step closer to the end
Gentle breeze flowing; caress of delight,
magically nuzzling all nodes within,
vivified by loving magnetism bright.
Bliss renewal each moment does begin,
immersing us in rapture ignition.
Merging by melting into the current,
essence of divine presence innocent,
drawn to the scent of love therein tingling,
shines softly in healing light radiant:
boundaries blur on love intermingling.
31-October-2020
I search truly for love that is sincere,
Real passion that is gained without pain,
reject I slavery with poverty intermingling,
Perfect is achievement without bitterness,
Greatness without sacrifice is null and void,
For lust I,after success and wisdom,
Making one to easily attain fame and power,
In order to free those in poverty,
I am ready now to work harder in accomplishing this
bestowed destiny which I must fulfill.
Limpid tendrals stretch forth to the sky
as they nestle deep in the forest's embrace
and off their tendrals
a sheen of water slides off
this liquid sunshine
that enables growth
tender tendrals purposefully break the soil
verdant and fresh
and will uncoil as they are programmed
when the sun finally shines
in amongst the trees
I inhale the forest's various scents
and observe the tendrels
intermingling with each other
Form:
Connecting hearts, intertwining hands
Dancing in the fires of passion
Singing the praises of divine sacredness
Touching the sweet caress of energies intermingling in the Oneness of creation
Captured by the essence that draws you into intoxication
A tantalizing kiss awakening the senses to ecstasy
Souls crying out in pure bliss in being recognized by each other
A feeling of transcending time and space through realms and universes
Gingko’s golden leaves
Intermingling maple red
Glorious carpet
Strolling through autumn’s return
Mesmerized and delighted.
Chrysanthemum blooms
Vine maple dotting hillsides
Lingering roses
Color, color everywhere
Last call to outdoor dining
Pilfering raccoons
Raiding cornfields and orchards
Laughing at farmers
Indian summer picnicking
Last hurrah before winter
For Amy Green's contest "Enchantment of Fall Tanka Moment"
Love in Helvetia?
A show of hands requested here.
(Searching for love's basis)
(Would lead to basic truth.)
Small beer to ask,
(But wherefore shall we start?)
A beer for those responding.
(The heart won't say...)
And three cheers for the great healer, love,
In mountains far away.
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Intermingling of my poems,
1) "Love in Helvetia" - 2/27/15
and
2) "Love's Basis" - 2/28/15
Contest - Screwed
Sponsor - rob carmack
A win