Short Intermission Poems
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Performer spies a boy nearly asleep;
“Look,” he calls out; sitting duck’s
body shakes with laughter.
4/13/2023
there was a bit of a rush
by those quite ready to gush
during intermission
(an awkward position)
Awaiting the last best flush
Silence Knocks Daily
In A World Of Chaos
Finding It's Way Through
Yet We Fail To Listen
Again And again
To The Sound
Of Nothing
Only To Find
The Unspoken
To Be True
And in the intermission of fading lights,
we play our parts,
knowing not how
reels and trailers of moments loved
are stilled when the ending freezes,
so we leave
to answer the applause of the crowd.
Intermission : “Runnaway Train”
“There’s a little hotel
called
The Shady Rest
at the Junction”
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Fifty Shades of Corden
https://youtu.be/ilTHiqAmuX8
It's time to watch a movie!
I'll just take a peek at "Prime."
I hope the flick is groovy,
Cuz I watch them all the time!
It's time for intermission,
I'll stretch and flex my flannel.
Silly Ads fog my vision,
Time to search another channel!
PRELUDE
wet brush
sigh…hush
ACT I
hued dip
and drip
ACT II
small dots
sea spots
INTERMISSION
light flash
waves crash
ACT III
wet stones
oak bones
ACT IV
night rouse
lighthouse
DENOUEMENT
art’s grim
a hymn
Meetings are made
For people to gather information to persuade
As you sit on a chair and listen
Sometimes it may be just waiting for intermission
And you wonder if it’s true
What you are hearing from the speaker too
So do you sit and hope for too
Death by PowerPoint before it’s through.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Up again at that fragile time when the morning eats the night,
memories of you stain like dew on my mental grass,
open window and empty glass.
Leave me easy like the departing pigeons,
drift away like loose perfume on the autumn wind,
the sun doesn’t need an excuse to sleep in,
and this film doesn’t need your intermission.
Racing street lights, hear the siren call.
Way out past the swing bridge, newspaper on your floor.
Bound by intermission so young it's hard to care.
These residents of teardrops stray north to lame somewhere.
Down the steps I've wandered in and out of summer shade,
Staking talk and memory
In the dim light of my dreams.
He places his hand right here,
below the one of someone else.
That one hovers. He sits.
Is this an intermission?
Perhaps it will fall, slowly, gently;
perhaps it will touch.
The pause continues.
It floats. He waits.
The movie will proceed.
That hand may
continue to descend,
make contact, so very gently.
(23 Sep 2023)
dark blue curtain falls
the long act comes to an end
players take their break…
to snack on dreams and slumber
till dawn signals curtain time.
© Sandra M. Haight 2015
All Rights Reserved
___________________________
~8th Place~
Contest: One New Tanka
Sponsor: Rick Parise
Judged: 04/07/2015
The planes were lined up in a queue,
A reminder of something I knew.
They awaited permission
Like at intermission
In theaters outside of the loo.
One by one each one skyward immersed
As the rest inched up closer to first
But like women in line
Still not given the sign
There were tempers (and bladders!) to burst.
I was dazzled - in
a summer spell - did we both
name it as special?
Was it the summer
freedom - the sparkling lake
that summoned magic?
The constant sun sent
a subliminal message
with its rise and fall.
It won’t last, it said,
there's an expiration
date approaching fast.
The short-lived summer
proved a brief, insubstantial
memory making.
Sitting in a silent movie
Intently staring at the screen
If you watch them closely
You hear exactly what they mean
With moves ever colorful
In this world of black and white
Before intermission
The leading lady breaks down and cries
The leading man had a hand in it
You can read it in the signs
It's really no surprise
It's all right there in black and white
Intermission – get on line,
Which mostly seems to crawl,
Just to have the pleasure of
Two minutes in the stall.
Do your business, wash your hands
And climb two flights of stairs,
Then squeeze past people who won’t move
And fix you with their glares.
Broadway shows are special treats
But will be better when
The aisles and women’s restrooms
Aren’t blueprinted by men!
I
Humpty Trump-ty scaled a wall
Humpty Trump-ty had a great fall
He blamed it on Dem and others
Dems held off cussing; US family, brothers
Did Humpty Trump-ty think Eden, First Fall?
II
We all ought to learn to take
Intermission, even at election, that break
To center ourselves, anchor with soul
Ponder space, our place, become Whole
Or repeat Humpty Trump-ty's mistake
Santa and his team of workers were done.
For a night of rest before the big fun.
Frosty and Santa did go
to take in a Christmas show.
Reindeer magical distilled spirit won.
Popcorn and Slurpee drink they did partake.
At intermission need for bathroom break.
Santa gave a squeal of fright;
hand-dryer was on, a sight;
Frosty hands melting left nubbin snowflake
12/14/2021
Really
What if Everything
That You Thought
Meant Nothing
Meant Something.
Of Course!
And...
Everything
That You Thought
Meant Something
Meant Nothing.
Intermission: You Read
(Pronounced "Red!")
That Too Fast.
Yes You DID!
Oh No!!!
What could be worse?
Ignore the Interruptions.
-Gray Squirrel
01/07/2024
Falling further into the abyss
Of devastating loneliness
Falling faster than yesterday
Into the miasma of grief and pain
Slipping quickly into the soup
Depression has become my noose
Finding it easier to retreat inside
Too hard to deal with all the lies
Feeling stagnant where I stand
inspiration is out of grasp
Intermission to middle age
And all my skies are darker gray
who is hitler..
i dont know,never taught
who is the president...
i dont know, what is that
where do you live..
here
where...
right here
which country...
what is a country
what language you speak.....
language of love
who are you....
a being in love
how are you...
blissful
where do you come from...
from god
who is god....
you are the god
beginning of education
intermission
Form:
Intermission gives permission
For a little break
To use the loo or grab a brew
Or stretch, for muscles’ sake.
It helps to know, when at a show,
Just when that time will be
So you can wait to navigate
The line who need to pee.
But if you stream at home and deem
It time for you to pause,
You take control because the role
Of one-in-charge is yours.*
(pronounced “yaws” by New Yawkas)
I do desire we may be better strangers.
— As You Like It, Act 3 Scene 2, Line 254; Orlando to Jacques
She called it venting;
I called it theater.
On a loop, it was non-stop tragedy
with no intermission.
When I spoke of my dreams,
she'd flinch, as if I had farted
during her soliloquy.
So, I paid the bill.
She kept the punchline.
Now we’re strangers again—
better cast this time.
He
left his
cowboy hat
on interstate
seventy- five
double crosses
both belong to his love
but she to the Kingdom
his cheating lips kissed too many bottle necks
We promised him refuge from his own mind
But he only bargained for more time
And those Words were just cold steel blankets
Over a warm body, so he hung his boots
From the willow tree, over our Altar place
Surprise colored me
As he
Wept for
Us
ILLUSIONS
perspectives
energised
fragments
absorbed
silotary
intermission
of
pleasures
suggestively
frozen
in
different
&deliberate
vertical
dramatic
divisions
&demarcations
implicit
&
unsettling
mysterious
&unreal
distinctive
articulate
of
conscious
reality
encounters
of
emblematic
compositions
in
shadows
subverted
with menace
in
vestiges
of tranquillity