Short Intermittently Poems
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Tree shadow laughing
Underneath ivory puffs
Intermittently
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* won 6th honorable mention in Raul Morenos contest *
Softly the wind forms a silent breath
Whispering intermittently between frets
Calming her fury she listens intently
The call of the wind beckons serenely
Form:
My emotions get the best of me - intermittently.
I preserve them in poems,
like fluffy dinosaur feathers in amber,
because emotions never last,
as our present becomes our past,
they flicker, like lightning bugs and disappear.
Humid day
BY; TOM
2006
Clouds intermittently perspiring;
Can’t call it “Sweating With The Oldies”,
Clouds newly formed.
Thunder echoes across the Heavens,
Is God teasing?
Or will Ernestine’s car
Finally get washed?
I carve and cut my quarters from a cork tree
Intermittently pausing to assess my progress
Young yet yellowing Yggdrasil on the Yangtze
Getting grander but perishing in the process
Good God gaze at this gape and give a guarantee
Don't let me regress, digress, transgress, or obsess
4-17-2020
intermittently
when shadows
undulate
on walls
i see you
reaching out
as if trying
to comfort me
in these
moments
i miss you
most
nights
seem
as long
as the years
passing by
without you
in a plashet
of tears
i lie here
motionless
as the shadows
fade out
like life
seemingly
i am alone
again
I am irritated that people do not drive any more
They are so busy texting, they do not get the big picture.
They look up intermittently, but not often enough
Not realizing that every truck and car is a potential weapon
Until one hits them head on
By then it may be too late
Is texting” I will be there in five” really that important?
Leaf Mold
Thoughts for 10-27-2016
Soon I’ll be viewing naked trees,
Leaves will lie inactive on the ground.
Moved only by a northerly breeze,
Often betrayed by a rustling sound;
Intermittently, as in years past,
They’ll pause to relax awhile.
That’s when I’ll blow, rake, and mulch,
Into my gardens compost pile;
The birds are busy and the chipmunk play
For them, it is a fun day
Raindrops fall intermittently on leaves and ground
Acorns bounce in the grass to be found
Only a little yellow of autumn’s color has begun
Still shining wet, without the sun
Even on a dim day, shining things can be seen
Like every caring gesture, that outweighs what’s mean
Heidi Sands
10/4/21
Baggage within
trappings of illusions,
love packed away
in neat little compartments
gathering cobwebs at
makeshift improvisations,
dusting intermittently
if by chance a light
should shine,
never wholly untangling
the snare
mid a labyrinth of
transparent entrapment,
as violin strings continue
to unlatch the same old key
Politicians noisy
noisy noise noisters
lyinglyinglyinglyinglying
lies always all
lies they lie always
disgruntled voters vote disgruntledly
disgustingly
facist racist noises eminate appeal to
ignorance idiocy intervenes
intermittently
bigoted nazi party british national puerile
The rocks in water
like words, between
the tears.
Quasi-pain, reverberating
like a river.
It flows?
intermittently. The lava
of an active volcano.
You want to cover
the smashed skull.
The mirror
breaks, under the shock.
It had never happened before.
A nude streaking
on the screen.
The moon had nothing
to offer. Over and spent.
It moves on its axis
ungoverning?
the stars.
Satish Verma
Today, I sit 'mongst thoughts of erstwhile sorrows,
Which intermittently ooze from my intellect's hub;
Reminiscing three young men granted no tomorrows,
Bequeathing displeasing whispers I'd like to scrub.
Reopened today, are aggrieves, from past years,
In seemingly blameless doings they were caught;
Causing a mother's eyes to be ensconced with tears
Exposed was man's detriment to sin's onslaught.
in memory of three young men from my town.
The February full moon stirred
A wintery blustering
Wind that roared through the neighborhood
Like an out-of-control freight train.
The stark, naked trees swayed wildly
In a ceremonial dance
While low-growing tree branches touched
Intermittently the ground
In swift, servile genuflections.
Then for an abbreviated
Lull, an eerie silence prevailed
Within this moonlit quietude
Until the winds bellowing voice
Was heard echoing its return.
Frothy lavender chiffon swirled around the young beauty
Rustling in an almost silent delicate, dainty manner
Her essence so cosmic that the skies emulated her loveliness
The heavens opened up to envelope her into the landscape
Many who saw recognized spirituality and hope taking place
Some watched reverently full of mystified awe and wonder
Almost everyone who witnessed her remembered this day
Intermittently through the rest of their life.
Winter arrived without warning
snow quickly sprinkles white
soft fluffy flakes ---floating---
plummeting to the ground below
crystal prisms dance
intermittently in the sunlight
landscape now takes on
a bleak ghostly shade of white
devoid of all colors
compared to falls dramatic colors
warm air changes to cold
temperatures continue to drop
liquid forms to ice
snow piles mount
creating dune like formations
white dust blows---swirling---
with winter snow
Memory plays ‘hide-and-seek’.
Mind is a sorry seeker in this game.
A doctor prescribes to cure ‘the void’.
It’s a learned hypocrisy.
Words clash one another on Mrs.Pathu’s
tongue and fall down meaninglessly.
Infancy is reborn in the wet
shade of her Alzheimer’s.
Memory sets in her present
and rises in her past.
Intermittently falling beams
glare in her eyes.
She bobs up and down like the jetsam
on the waves.
Now, life announces
its retrieval in doleful tones.
Stuff
The paraphernalia of life,
Memories collected,
Emotions rejected,
Gathered over time
The appurtenances of life,
Possessions collected,
At times rejected
Accessories thought necessary
The accouterments of life
Beliefs collected
Sometimes rejected
Always evolving, always growing
The appendages of life
Friends collected
None rejected
Perhaps at times disconnected
The stuff of life
Constantly collected
Intermittently rejected
Yet cherished wholeheartedly