Short Interrupts Poems
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swifts are chattering
pilot burns in my fireplace
interrupts nesting
written May 31, 2021
ILLUMINATION
early morning hours
thunder interrupts my dreams
bedroom vibration
5/28/2017
desire to branch out
hoping for leaves to caress
lightning interrupts
For Delilah Ventura’s “I Am a Tree Contest”.
Seemingly..
The word which
Interrupts an
Assumption of
Fundamental separation..
Suggesting the illusory
Nature of things...
a flower's momentum
never interrupts the observer
both exist in prolonged beauty
only the distracted and distant
note disruption of decay
I
If u are in a Right-Fightbdo not take weapons
II
If u fight without weapons, U can stop if reason interrupts
testimony that disrupts
proceedings it interrupts
in a courtroom liable to erupt…
from a recess abrupt
order is anon plucked
Sitting in the cheap seats
God listens and never interrupts
In audience participation god sucks
As the curtain falls
beyond the stage
rows of empty stalls
For none a last encore
stupor interrupts awareness
unless we practice mindfulness
attention here and now present
cognisant of the bliss current
consciousness aligned with oneness
20-July-2021
Deceitful receipts
dancing down streets
Quest for money corrupts
disrupts and interrupts
a peaceful life
when twisted
to invest in ego's
fortress of excess
Short lived success
long term distress
Form:
Can a back door open,
when the front door shuts
Can truth escape,
when death interrupts
Can an exit be made,
main entrance denied
Can tomorrow live on,
—once the present has died
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
In the name of growth
you burn me down
merciless flames lick the meadows of me.
Where the green grasses grew
and spring was once a promise
there is only the memory of comfort
now smoke interrupts the clouds in mid thought
and reminds the skies
to rain
The sun beats down upon my head burning away my dreams.
The stars shine bright without much light to sooth my weary eyes.
Darkness heals the pain inside and brings everything to rest.
Once again the sunlight interrupts the peace of night to shatter the dreams I hoped to keep.
Form:
A quilt of snowfall
Interrupts my peaceful sleep
Rest comes into Spring
Blackened clouds looming
Determination of sun
A battle of wills
Rebellious bird
Early spreading of its wings
Mother close behind
Lone apple remains
Dangling a fragile branch
Protesting Winter
freedom is a loose word-
loose like the whores
with sicknesses never
cured- loose like the
reins i'm holding across
this ass's throat.
so much snot from this
uncivilized nostril
build a moat each time
a treat is bought, get
across, in time,
before thought interrupts,
mutates impulse into
crime.
There are so many gray days around me.
There are so many different fears in my life.
My heart is in tears,
but my biggest love lights up my gray days,
banishes all fears, Interrupts the turmoil,
and gives me calm with a rainbow
instead of rains of tears in my heart.
I continue to live.
I had never been camping in the wild before,
For my husband, a holiday he always did adore,
Wanted to take his wife to explore,
Brushed campside, clean as a kitchen floor,
Visited throne, snake slithered close, camping no more!
To enter contest
Humorous Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
29/06/2019
egg yolk
watered down
lost taste through the words you
spoke. classic;
same thing so long
like breathing, strength never
known to the strong-
alone- confusion concerning
blood within the bone.
as time crawls over skin,
irritation interrupts,
disrupts the slinking passage,
coercing acknowledgement
out of sentiment.
Discombobulation
Interrupts my concentration
In the darkest corner of my mind
It's sinuous coils unwind
And because of it's intrusion
I'm caught up in confusion
My thoughts become so scattered
And the thing that really mattered
The track that I was following
The snake is busy swallowing
I wish I could combobulate
And concentrate to meditate
Because she likes mystery and wants to imagine her own story before the world
rudely interrupts
And as the cookie crumbles the world rumbles its forceful future among her frail dreams
So she leaves everything as is so her dreams are able to live
The mind is only as strong as the cracks from time
p.s. so crack the cookie to see your fortune…
rhythmic staccato
interrupts the morning calm
pileated drums
red crest, pointed beak
penetrate the slumbered fog
now the forest hums
crocuses burst forth
joyfully joining the dance
a welcome spring comes
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THIRD PLACE WINNER
for the "A Lovely Day" Poetry Contest
sponsored by BJ Legros Kelley
written 02/20/2022
i don’t care what they think of you ~ says my conscience indifferently
but what if they hate and despise me ~ i answer back paranoidly
my muse then interrupts ~ what’s going on is this a soliloquy
no just some monoku ~ with an alternative personality
Bite Size Poem #30 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Syllable counter ps 17/17/17/17
12/21/21
Butterflies flit to flowers
serenity in the shade
reclined adirondack chair
a buzzzz interrupts...
Ouch, bee sting "bites me", in pain,
I run for the cortisone.
Impossible! metered buzzzz
...off to find Cyndi!
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
for Linda-Marie's Bite Me contest
April 9, 2012
*Tag, Cyndi's it! I wasn't going to enter this contest, but decided I couldn't
miss out on all the fun.
Reflector not the doer
thus with this recognition
flows gently in quiet surrender
in a continuum of prayerful meditation
Stupor yet interrupts pure loving intent
hypnotic trance of ego origin
if our fulcrum be content
we be in bliss ignition
Recalibrating instinct
feasible solely by grace
for making of ferality extinct
requires assimilation at an easy pace
02-October-2020
White trees-dogwood,
Purple trees-redbud,
Magnify beauty
As only Tennessee could.
Yellow jonquil-slips
Colorful tulip-cups
Enhance Tennessee
As spring interrupts.
The chill of the ice-white
The winter wind-long
Gives way in Tennessee
To a palette of song.
Oaks in squirrel-scurry
And birdcall-ring
Announce that there's nothing
Like Tennessee in the spring.
by E. Marshall Evans