Short Intersection Poems
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the word crux
derived from cross
the point of intersection
in today's world
that venerable crux
defies all detection
temporary blindness
view obstructed
fog
ice patch
loss of control
accident
snow bank
at the intersection
brakes fail
{humor}
Eat more beans for my complexion,
with cornbread a good selection,
Always look in every direction,
Crossing the intersection.
Today
point
intersection
ideas
yesterday
tomorrow....
the sign itself doesn’t
stop
like my heart,
red and cornered.
a flashing soul faces you
eager to make the turn
onto a one-way street,
called time.
He did not see her there
She had no time to stop
Fate at the intersection
Two paths forever cross
The ending dealt to each
Gone without last words
Living forever in memory
Now as spirit preserved
When I die, where will I be?
Where does one start on eternity?
At the beginning? Or more to the middle?
Or perhaps, left of forever a little?
Or at the intersection betwixt and between
the pre~ and the post-me?
Do great things and they'll name a street after you
Like the intersection of Ellison Ave and Winnie The Poo
Or your name in lights
On Broadway each night
Must decide, what other great thing you can do
Do great things and they'll name a street after you
Like the intersection of Ellison Ave and Winnie The Poo
Or your name in lights
On Broadway each night
Must decide, besides poetry, what other great thing you can do
Do great things and they'll name a street after you
Like the intersection of Ellison Ave and Winnie The Poo
Or your name in lights
On Broadway each night
Must decide, besides poetry, what other great thing you can do
Lines on a neighborhood road,
are quiet thoughts,
on a deep dark January night.
Pulsing, streaming,
only knowing a course
a driver sets for them.
But it is when the lines stop
at an intersection,
where reason ceases
and life begins.
the public thoroughfare
pummeled, profaned
verbal fists rumble from
amped-up throats...
a generation or two
with nothing better to do
than scream at the intersection
of decline and decay
COMMENCING A SEQUENCE-:-
twofold
vision
begin
blossoming
permanently
& forever REGENERATING
convergence
regained
reconciled
accessible
reminders
at POINTS OF INTERSECTION
infinite
endless
reposted
surmounted
conclusions
You know what happens in Japanese-Americanese elections
They pronounce l’s as r’s, so with 55% of the barrots counted
CBS and ABC ahl carring it a big e _ _ _ _ _ _ n.
Not every bird a singer
the crow more like a
frog
not every bird a sweet
melody
the parrot fondest of parody
the goose more like
an intersection horn
when I vocalize in the shower
dutiful drops seem hurried to be
gone
down the drain
with this poem
I will drive anywhere
If I don’t have to make a left
Unless it’s a driveway
and there are no other cars on the street
If it is an intersection without an arrow
I will drive twelve miles out of my way
And drive a box to come in on the other side
So, I can make a right
Intersection at
Center of the Great Circle
No breaking through the black line
Are they circles though?
Or people in the center
Fleeing or huddling or still
Motion can't be seen
Motivation can't be known
Not circles. Not people. Eyes.
April 28, 2017
Life is like a
River of Love
Flowing with Experiences,
A Cosmos full of Possibilities
And an Intersection of
Imagination and Illumination.
Life is like a Caterpillar
Until its Metamorphosis
Reaching Adulthood and Beyond.
The Childhood Race has Ended.
Adulthood is Now Here.
Yello Hello complements Purple Polymaths
Grey brain matter bursting to tell
Small hands collect seas washed up shells
Focus fixated fascination
One on one intersection
A childlike search to discover
Treasures rolled out, with wonder
Aqua M
Just musing poems
10/04/2024
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I stand lined up in the sights
between black lines,
going from left to right
going up and down,
lines drawn as crossroads,
at the intersection point
between chance and choice
sighted and aligned
in the cross hairs,
targeted by
the sniper
with squinted eyes
called
'Fate'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
at the edge of a black hole's sigh,
where light surrenders its final arc,
a clock melts into liquid shadow.
seconds stretch like taffy—
thin, translucent, tasting of iron
and forgotten supernovas.
The universe holds its breath.
As the clouds move across the evening sky
Taking a trip before my watching eye,
I wish the brisk air would lift me along
Meander in a dance of a night loving song
Where you wait at the intersection of my choice
And of course I will choose to lift my arms and rejoice!
Heidi Sands
2/2/20
Dark and mysterious
-- You are my greatest fear
Rapt and enshrouded
-- There's nothing I can hear
Penetrating intersection exuding me dry
Excruciating pain.. Oh! How I beg for peace..
Can you see my tears? They dried as I cry
My clock is fading so, can I at last be at ease?
Dovey Annie
There was a time
Before I was born
That my great-grandfather
Could count thirteen forks
At the end of a particular road.
But now it's just a four-way,
A mere intersection
Landmarked by an abandoned building
and carved granite slab-
Reminders that the way things were
Has changed forever.
Intersection of
Overwhelmed & Exhausted
A decision to make
Venture out onto that
Autobahn of Freeways
Shake & Bake
Wide Awake & Overtake...
Turn the other way
Crash & Burn
Maddening price to pay
Yet ~
Overwhelmed & Exhausted
A DECISION to make