Short Interspersed Poems
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Sun's eye
Trapped within clouds
Striated steel gray mass
Interspersed lines of golden sun
Covered
Edward Estlin Cummings so inventive
penned poetry so sensitive
He loved to write in lower case style
interspersed by CAPITALS once in a while
waves of golden wheat
interspersed with red poppies
falling to sickle
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Along the highway lovely lupins are seen
Vibrant pink, purple, and white interspersed amidst the green
Gently wavering to and fro with every passing car
A brief respite standing tall and bright
against the asphalts encroaching blight
mountain ridges of clouds
o'er my windshield spread
interspersed, baby-blue patches
brilliant spaces, like threads
stitching skies' stories together
a hobbled glance ahead of
cars tethered to a
snarled, honking freeway,
blustery rage moving in, I dread
on these
heights
of ectasy
&joy
the highs
the lows
so often
come then
go:
happiness
interspersed
with sadness,
thus
is love...
..in life
inspired by theme clip of Love Story
Auburn interspersed with deep dark green
Under skies of China blue, air chilled
Transience now defining feature seen
Unset mellow summer cast distilled
Masks impending season, lulls the mind
Nulling coming darkness, close confined
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bursts of
creativity..
...short-lived....
colourful
caberets
exercises in
inspiration:
fearless
interaction
of parody and
sentiment..
in wordplay:
interspersed
crafting
of sensibilities
in compositions
....incarnate
Wild Kingdom
every Sunday night
Marlin and Jim
traveling throughout the world
catching cats
lassoing llamas
herding hyenas
interspersed with insurance commercials
Mutual of Omaha protecting the wild and you
My favorite:
Snagging snakes
I rooted for the snake!!!
figures
of speech
cliched
retrospective
maxims
a repertoire
of snippets
a collage
of the impermanent
a
play filled
assemblage...
....inscribed
interaction
of parody and
sentiment..
all
in wordplay:
interspersed
&
crafted
with sensibilities
WRINKLES
in
vivid
transformation
& corroborated
shifts of tone
reminiscent
stimulus
plays of light
powerfully alive
in split
second feelings
interspersed
by
suggestions
in
entrenched
dynamic events
yet
unhurried style
with
lightness of
pushing
momentary
situations
encountered
The daily slideshow
'Editor's Pick'
shows drunken revelers
high on an orgy
of celebration
interspersed with
devastation
in war zones
and a man who killed because -
'Get out of my country'
a hate crime
the slow scroll of images
presented in a microcosm
of the world today
no wonder the refugees
look confused
arise
awake
in small
fragments
bursts of
creativity
...short-lived....
colourful..
sensibilities
to become
phrases
of the creative
being
cabarets
of
inspiration
a
fearless
interaction
of wordplay
interspersed
&
....incarnate
WINTER MAGIC
Winter is often thought to be white
But types of magic are white or black
Albeit one can dodge winter’s worst
Few may realise when they are cursed
Especially when magic got there first
And with incantations is interspersed
With cold wrinkled lips tightly pursed
A spell can still get you coming back
True warmth is better than cold spite
Black striated clouds interspersed
With red sun and blue
Observed by the morning star's light
Sounds entertain but few
Fog fluffy pillows dance 'pon pines
Night creatures still sing mirth
Fanbrushed clouds turn cobalt
Wait for day to be birthed
Night waves good bye to day
Whip-Poor-Will's song cease
Soon all of surrounding heat up
Day's journey heat release
From a lofty height
That first day of spring
That mountain side seemed
To be filled with green
Interspersed with dead
Of those decideous trees
The pines shone forth
The shiny, waxy leaves
Soon ten shades of green
Mingled with white blossoms
Of the dogwoods of April
Come to the mountain
Come to the mountain
In April, meet me there
We can share the spring
Where lovers hearts sing
Sun shone cheerily when we greeted our new life.
Merriments, not memories lifted lifelong strife.
Immense endearments, as your wife, I bestow.
Like lavender lilacs laced in loves’ golden glow.
Every kindheartedness liberated pains flow.
Smiles replaced sorrow; together, souls know.
© March 12, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Form: Rhyme written as an acrostic of the word smile with alliteration interspersed.
Life’s
Unpredictable,
Earth-shattering at times,
Interspersed with uncanny calm.
Life’s
Peaks ‘n’ valleys,
Curves ‘n’ straight-a-ways,
Hairpin turns ‘n’ lazy “S”s.
It takes a steady hand
To navigate the journey.
Unwavering balance
To conquer the narrow path.
An unrelenting gait
For striding toward the goal.
Eyes focused on the prize.
Arms reaching for assistance.
He sees my plight,
He walks to me,
He grasps my hands
And leads me through the clutter.
A drowsy sun has closed his eye
Leaving me in tinted twilight
Hemorrhaging color by degrees
until I stood in blue-black night.
Dusk is the darkest of twilight
where sights and sounds become adverse:
a contrived unreality,
imagination unrehearsed
and interspersed with primal fears.
Harmless shadows act out phantoms
conjured deep within my psyche.
Howls and hoots: night sounds most fearsome
Quasi-influential fancy
when dusk attains ascendancy.
Pedaling along river drive
empty plastic grocery bags
fluttered and flapped from tree branches
like lost battle surrender flags
that line the drought-stricken river.
Their interspersed clings reminded
me of inundated levels
this now anemic river reached;
where once the floodwaters surged south
along its journey to the sea
its now imperceptive flow
struggles, its intimate's exposed:
river-bottom, water-worn rocks
sit like petrified bowler hats.
Elevated railroad tracks
Abandoned long ago
Have been transformed into a place
Where grass and flowers grow.
With benches made of wood or stone
And artwork interspersed,
The desolation and despair
Have all but been reversed.
If visiting the city
Is a plan that you have made
Then walk upon the High Line
And behold what’s there displayed.
It’s part and parcel of the town
But also quite unique
So stroll the High Line if
A New York feeling’s what you seek.
Certain weeks I’m busy
And I run around a lot
So I’m either in a tizzy
Or I’m wondering why not.
For when plans are sometimes lacking
You might think I’d just relax
But I sent those calm genes packing
And I’m antsy to the max.
Though, with age in the equation,
Staying home at times appeals
And I don’t need much persuasion
If the cold nips at my heels.
Yet it’s balance I am seeking,
Busy interspersed with not.
Too much either way I’m freaking
(Which I tend to do a lot).
eye-catching
intrigue
a
visionary
atmosphere
in
retrospect
confident
complex
crafted
yet
marginalised
a
ravishing
presence
extolled
interspersed
&
awash
in
an
emotional
narrative
focus
erupting
billowing
forth
complex
continuing
in
simultaneous
depictions
ephemeral
fashioned
interventions
conforming
&
conforming
superficial
expectations