"interchange" poems
What sort of lean-to
is habitat to your humanity?
Is it an apartment, bungalow, flat ,
or a cozy cape cod
or perhaps a suburban ranch?
What sort of lean-to
provides those inches and flames
that shield you from
hypothermia and death?
Is it a Georgian Mansion by the sea
or cardboard boxes stacked
beneath the interchange
on the far side of town?
(How many lack even that)?
What sort of lean-to's
will suffice
to shelter the family of man?
December, 2013
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 9:46 AM UTC
let's try positive for a change,
change the wiring in this brain,
brain aware remain soul interchange,
interchange for sun and not the rain,
rain that made me always feel strange,
strange that i always sought pain,
pain for love, the emotions deranged,
deranged? insane! confusion did reign,
reign while i did fight for change,
change i gained, content not feigned
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 1:25 PM UTC
the lake bed
was uneven
a mosaic
of large rocks
loose
and dancing
under foot
with each
shuffled step
an interchange
of unreliable shallows
and inconsistent depths
he wasn't
particularly keen
only willing
to venture in
up to his chest
reluctant
to advance
if he couldn't
plant paws
firmly
on soil
or stone
not even
the lure of food
was enough
to tempt him;
though he wanted
his treat
a reward
for his bravery
the murky water
the unknown
the unfamiliar
the unexpected
was just
too much
Aug 1, 2022
Aug 1, 2022 at 8:23 AM UTC
These, I, singing in spring, collect for lovers,
(For who but I should understand lovers, and all their sorrow and joy?
And who but I should be the poet of comrades?)
Collecting, I traverse the garden, the world—but soon I pass the gates,
Now along the pond-side—now wading in a little, fearing not the wet,
Now by the post-and-rail fences, where the old stones thrown there, pick’d from the fields, have accumulated,
(Wild-flowers and vines and weeds come up through the stones, and partly cover them—Beyond these I pass,)
Far, far in the forest, before I think where I go,
Solitary, smelling the earthy smell, stopping now and then in the silence,
Alone I had thought—yet soon a troop gathers around me,
Some walk by my side, and some behind, and some embrace my arms or neck,
They, the spirits of dear friends, dead or alive—thicker they come, a great crowd, and I in the middle,
Collecting, dispensing, singing in spring, there I wander with them,
Plucking something for tokens—tossing toward whoever is near me;
Here! lilac, with a branch of pine,
Here, out of my pocket, some moss which I pull’d off a live-oak in Florida, as it hung trailing down,
Here, some pinks and laurel leaves, and a handful of sage,
And here what I now draw from the water, wading in the pondside,
(O here I last saw him that tenderly loves me—and returns again, never to separate from me,
And this, O this shall henceforth be the token of comrades—this Calamus-root shall,
Interchange it, youths, with each other! Let none render it back!)
And twigs of maple, and a bunch of wild orange, and chestnut,
And stems of currants, and plum-blows, and the aromatic cedar:
These, I, compass’d around by a thick cloud of spirits,
Wandering, point to, or touch as I pass, or throw them loosely from me,
Indicating to each one what he shall have—giving something to each;
But what I drew from the water by the pond-side, that I reserve,
I will give of it—but only to them that love, as I myself am capable of loving.
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*The fundamental phenomena in nature are symmetrical
with respect to interchange of past and future.* --- Richard Feynman
Millions for Defense
In the Cabinet room of Monticello, clutching Decatur's letter,
the President removes his wire-rimmed glasses ---
Frigate Philadelphia has been burned.
Decanting a bourbon, he pours and quaffs.
Outside in the piazza the cicadas' din is unbroken.
The Pasha of Tripoli has his tribute!
In three short hours warm rays of sunlight
will greet the outstretched arms of Earth,
but for now the bourbon scintillates.
Ink splatters on the blotter,
as he pounds a clenched fist upon the desk.
Not one cent!, he pronounces to the wall-clock.
Cicadas hold sway in the Charlottsville night,
but on the Barbary Coast a fire is raging.
Feb 23, 2012
Feb 23, 2012 at 9:39 AM UTC
987
The Leaves like Women interchange
Exclusive Confidence—
Somewhat of nods and somewhat
Portentous inference.
The Parties in both cases
Enjoining secrecy—
Inviolable compact
To notoriety.
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Can I illustrate beauty
without the help of my eyes?
Will I be able to see the sunlight
the clouds floating above
the marvel of the skies?
Having tried it and succeeded
I was absorbed with fascination.
The blind described as unfortunates
yet now I can enjoy the mystery of touch
become suspended with satisfaction.
I can touch anything with my eyes folded
from animals and other objects.
yet the human bodies are far better
they’re so warm and so soft
can’t be compared with other subjects.
Feeling bodies so atmospheric and tense
especially the sensation of a woman’s skin.
The touch of women’s flesh befitted my addiction
their faces, hips, thighs and legs
fondling them like playing the violin.
Touching flesh became my fixation
spending most time contemplating the feeling.
Night and days eyes shut in darkness
caressing bodies in my over imaginative mind
satisfactory, but not so accommodating.
Pictures, portraits and views for the eye
soft sounds, loud sounds for the ear and the mind.
I have touched pots and pans, table and chairs
establishing for good the power of feeling
the forbidden touch prudently refined.
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I didn’t notice anything not around me
I felt my whole behaviour very strange.
I was crouched at the foot of her body
what happened next was totally unexpected
it seemed my body was about to interchange.
My body was becoming entangled with hers
it felt like my hands and hers were divine.
Every time I touched her face I felt it on mine
same with messaging her thighs, stroking her legs
so frightened it sent shivers down my spine.
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 10:19 AM UTC
Breathless in the winters ewe,valentines the adolescent passion, smiless like a drought world,tears creating up a dam,heart breakers proccess,pronounce and procceed daily a day to remember,swimming, slimming tear fall.calf love will never take you down,it reaches your beautiful inside,traps and translate you'r kindnes into a devil evil's bin.smash your mind into darknes,calf love is a herd of brocken hearts,dissapointments,it inherite trust and close of honnesty but when u once own it,you will never re think,than to re use.sense the heat of frictional emotional force,calf love bunks,sticks and turn,lean above lime light and its ectacy,charge and interchange nor interacts the internal lies,calf love is a misery of ones soul
May 7, 2011
May 7, 2011 at 5:12 AM UTC
As growth of form or momentary glance
In a child’s features will recall to mind
The father’s with the mother’s face combin’d,—
Sweet interchange that memories still enhance:
And yet, as childhood’s years and youth’s advance,
The gradual mouldings leave one stamp behind,
Till in the blended likeness now we find
A separate man’s or woman’s countenance:—
So in the Song, the singer’s Joy and Pain,
Its very parents, evermore expand
To bid the passion’s fullgrown birth remain,
By Art’s transfiguring essence subtly spann’d;
And from that song-cloud shaped as a man’s hand
There comes the sound as of abundant rain.
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*yeah, they cut out my third ****** from my shoulder blade and i turned into a bond girl; oh god, you're not one of those bulletproof people confused about love like a nurse confused by a disease? you are? oh god help me... you'll go far! straight to daddy's pocket purse and saturday night... you'll throw stilettos at chandeliers and expect a catwalk blackout... god forbid that should happen with everyone biting their toenails.*
between us we share the bathroom
and the bedroom,
we sit on the stilt framing see-through of it admirably
airy and welcoming stars:
wishing for foxes and women respectively,
all you can hear is a meow... meow... meow...
meow meow... moo... µ... meow... meow interchange
between these two rooms in the garden air,
it’s like a fetish orchestra giving ‘prior to sleep’ crescendos,
and it makes sense to write a forgivable poem
of this least content, content with the least as me writing it;
well d'uh, of course i had to write it,
i wasn't going to stage a boxing match with stella artois
losing care for words and taking care of action,
i was going to mediate the page like a kite being passed
on with paddington bear's secret inscriptions to get from
london to sydney; i hope it worked.
the drunkard? oh... he's either silent, crying, laughing,
or simply reading.
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 7:19 PM UTC
Some people in this life
are here to be looked after
others made to be the carers
I think I am here for the latter
complex minds are born
and clearer simpler minds too
like man and woman
soft and hard
we differ
but in the interchange of time together
grows a harmony
a music of happiness
that forms around ones aura
and makes all things seen through it
beautiful
Margaret Ann Waddicor 10th May 2016
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 8:07 AM UTC
The snow melts to reveal sad assortments of garbage
Strewn along the sidewalks like a ***** bricolage
The geese occupy our emptying quad
Each is a blessed sign from your god
The early bird rises far before the dawn
Bragging in bird-tongue about his perfect lawn
Global warming shows its ugly face
And the weather becomes a temperamental disgrace
Moving trucks and vans headed toward the interchange
Each summer my peers look forward to happy change
To work or not to work, that is the question
But often work is more than just a suggestion
April is the time of transitions
The time of decisions
Move from brain to body
From student to entry-level nobody
It’s nice work if you can get it
But every year I forget it
Wait until the last minute
Get hired just in time to quit
Exams and singing
Farewells and resume printing
Interviews and bargaining
All these things remind me of spring
Longing glances across the fluorescent lights of the store
I long with everything I have for him to cross the floor
Every year we interact but nothing more
But every year I hope the power goes out so I can be his *****
Well, roll up your sleeves
It’s time to produce!
Five months away from the tuition-grabbing thieves
So there’s absolutely no excuse!
May 4, 2012
May 4, 2012 at 7:19 PM UTC
Rearrange, re-estrange, re-derange.
Exchange the change you
Prearranged with something
Even stranger.
Interchange your long-range
Thoughts for something
Shorter, maybe don't be
Shortchanged this time around.
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 11:11 PM UTC
When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defaced
The rich-proud cost of outworn buried age;
When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed
And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;
When I have seen the hungry ocean gain
Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,
And the firm soil win of the watery main,
Increasing store with loss, and loss with store;
When I have seen such interchange of state,
Or state it self confounded to decay,
Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate
That Time will come and take my love away.
This thought is as a death which cannot choose
But weep to have that which it fears to lose.
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I've long since
kept an
extra
set of friends
in the background.
Its always
good
to have a spare.
Easily replaceable,
daily interchange
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 4:39 AM UTC
The roaring sea collides on the rocky shores
As we watch
From heights above
Inside the lighthouse
Between us stands a cool breeze of harmony
Wondering
To take this relationship further
Perfect are we
A bond so unbreakable
Eternity carrying
As hearts renew
Our words be timeless
Lifelines singling out
To someone not true
Deception
Is a honey bee sting
Flavoring a taste
So souring to be turned out
Enviable confinement
A query so embracing, I rather not
Who else
Can interchange a dominance of passion
Sep 8, 2009
Sep 8, 2009 at 9:03 AM UTC
The seasons interchange
Replacing the next
Bringing forth new chapters
as I reap the past
I find myself reaching a new rebirth
Every year I die
Every year I am reborn
I take moments to look over
What this year has brought
I've noticed I'm more grateful
to be with the ones I love
and my faith is rekindled
by the fires of my soul
Time gives clairity
We lose we gain
and we learn too quickly
Things never remain the same
But I've found it with in me
to form and to shape
The very mold which is life
I've mastered destiny
Oct 11, 2012
Oct 11, 2012 at 11:25 AM UTC
Dreams are a learning zone
Full of multitude and form
A nightmarish of classes
Passes, cases of books
The library is a showcase
Patterns of faces and races
Sprinkles and tastes of colour
A forever buzz of the day
The end of term flaunts
Gaunt of overpass and dance
Papers and pens are the street
The corridors scream of trash
It's clean up , of the **** up
Reports and targets challenge
The students are an interchange
A bridge of liberty and trade
As the night haunts,dark evades
The zombie awakens in a room
An abandoned building of flight
The old weary woman chases
A race of fear, as the dear ages
In cronies of spaces after me
Eyes meet, ear neat, miles meet
Legs reach, hands swing,hair sweep
The prolonged zombie haunt
A maze of the unknown past
In haste of hate and thunders
As the flashing light rescues
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 5:04 PM UTC
Couldn’t grasp a report today… dear child.
My broadcast body tuned to this frequency
Wouldn’t turn the channel ‘mind so beguiled
Me and my ******* voracious tendencies
Like a blood clot in my brain these words are filed
This new sensation is my delinquency.
Let’s shut it off... and get away.
Flip the switch on my ten-pound nemesis
Can shoulders bear its weight day after day
So Long the time has come to finish this.
This child as pure as I am blight; Let’s both be free.
Don’t Plant the Red Fern angel, he has long to Grow
Son, here’s my soul, please interchange with me
Like the boy I wonder, “Where will I go?”
As I’m not so proud of my biography
Alright Jack, it’s time to Get on the Road with this show.
Hell is a library with only one book, The Inferno.
_TRF 12/13/16
Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 11:38 PM UTC
Reflections
I lie placid silent and calm your great winsomeness reaches over me not disturbing in the least you add a
texture that is signature peace when caos ripples in the wider waters I know soft shadows speaking
revealing a clarity upon this mirrored glass of my soul you are as light as a breath speaking in a whisper
as the night follows day you reveal your self flawless is the transition from light to darkness you are the
sum total of many voices in diversity much is added the common theme harmoninous interchange
where there is lack then you add the needed part without fanfare this is what makes value as golden
moments increase significance the volume of spirit pours in and the soul rises out of view submerged
ideas latent with good will tells the story in deeper depths where shallow and empty realities find
a residing place now they are displaced as added instruments inrich musical pieces giving more depth
and feeling the empty darkness catches these delightful strains a soothing wave seems to fill the broken
spaces moonlight medicates with a silver substance brings euphoric doses as if disimbodied goodness
waves a magic wand you rise and drift on unseen wings a playfulness enters the heart you know not
from where but from borders of tranquil regions the flow emblematic dreams stream ubidden into the
mind the glory yet tasted is somehow permeating our stiff halted lives freedom brought from
inexaustable climes measureless helps will be as the tide if we will close ourselves from distractions that
are plentiful and short circuit our whole beings be still and know That I am God the human cry is what
shall I do in those golden yesterdays they put out rain barrels when they wanted soft water how much
more should we be catching the soft water falling from heaven to counteract the hard and at times
brutal actions that we unleash on one another tears and weeping are not unmanly they are the secret
guides that allow us to behold ourselves and then with power that restrains outward mindless acts that
hurt and offend gentle sense created by comfort from an indisputable place of well being you hold the
higher ground your decisions are true and correct and from placid to unerring truth you divide and map
a true and correct path
Nov 17, 2011
Nov 17, 2011 at 5:55 AM UTC
Draw a clear line,
definite demarcation of reality and illusion,
he was given the brief straight and simple,
by the impatient project chief, no ambiguity to it,
just a matter of sorting it out, what is real, what isn't
when far enough in to it, he found it humbling,
everything real begins from nebulous, returns to it,
real and illusive, are in a dance of interchange, exhilarating,
the cheer spreads as cosmic glow beyond destruction and creation
universe, a kaleidoscopic percept seemed a conjure of cosmic imagination.
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 11:36 PM UTC
In the days I spend doing nothing,
In the nights I spend dreaming,
And amidst both the states,
You are there.
In my heart where I feel,
In my head where I think,
And where I interchange both,
You are there.
In my smiles that you bring,
In my tears that you wipe,
And in the vice-versa,
You are there.
In the life I live,
In the death I die,
And in all I do in between,
You are there.
Where I am there,
Where I am not,
And where I wish to be,
You are there.
Where you are,
Where you are not,
And where you ought to be,
You are there.
In my nowhere,
In my everywhere,
And in my elsewhere,
You are there.
In me,
In you,
In us,
You are there.
In the heavens,
In the hell,
And in this world,
You are there.
You are my world,
You are in it,
The world is you,
So, you are there.
In my confusion,
In my solution,
And as their creator,
You are there.
You are there,
I believe. I do.
Even when I don’t,
You are there.
I love you,
And I hate you.
For with me, forever,
You are there.
Even as I write this,
The words whisper,
And are evidence that,
You are there.
Smiling, you stand there,
Radiating love, always,
You are so far,
Yet, you are there.
You are there,
With me
Near me, and away,
But I don’t mind,
Near or away,
With your love
And mine,
Completing Us,
Today, I am proud to say,
You are there.
You are there,
You are there.
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 5:00 AM UTC
Periodically atoms interchange, Alchemy is tested,
Never truly explained,
Spending his time,
Searching for the,
Golden molecular change.
Love is lost,
Feelings are forgotten
Covalence the cost,
For exploring possibility,
Finding the base,
From which to,
Synthesize and erase,
Time is wasted,
And never cherished,
Family leaves him,
Hes gone mad,
Pursuit of gold,
Taken the toll,
No turning back,
The alchemized soul.
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 2:49 AM UTC
i find certain poets
too engaged with
a pronoun interchange,
and underusing nouns,
with some fear to
clear their footprints
to go further;
and there's no reason
for them to go further,
there's more reason
to stand-still... and disengage
from the basest description
language of overly using pronouns
and speaking like philosophers:
referring to everything with the
word thing, whether that's
a subject or an object or whatever.
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 11:48 AM UTC
*whatever we speak, it's hardly going to
be spoken of.*
which means two kettles...
mind you: target practise
or as i mind
the 2.4
of said: superman
in Iowa...
do i care to mind?
well, **** me!
they verse in acronym
i.n.d.i.a. & c.h.i.n.a.
akin to a billion...
i'm tongue tied and heaving,
das bōt...
this doesn't help the aesthetic...
with prolonging dies
the excess o...
kaiser schweizer min took!
whatever that means,
they say funny accents in ****
to **** a thought of a zeppelin...
yhwh: or the hollowing-out,
awaiting the god to lift us out...
Pythagorean umlaut
into a macron joinery...
depending on your aesthetic...
Kreisler schisser...
twins anti avid,
interchange s and z...
Charlotte
and sharpening, shearing and cheering,
and so many excuses...
the chard and the sh and the charcoal
and the shattering of, of the chatter:
cheap and sharp
or the acute variations of śarp & ćeap...
or what the first H represents:
an upper punctuation marking,
above the letter,
Y or gamma γ vs. Υ (upsilon)
in latter phrasing comma...
or what's pinpointed with Y
and what's later replicated in trigonometric W
of sine and cosine, as is Y the tan divergence...
excesses bound to later and latter...
how to differentiate? the lay'ter
from the latté of not mopping up the surd
h and the vocalised h that's asphyxiating
within catching breath asthmatic?
people forgot punctuation
in the same way they forgot diacritical markings
but at least they got a pretty picture
and dyslexia, and iconoclasm, and
modern illiteracy;
as said modern conspiracy theory:
far **** away from 1990s cartoon network...
everything you just said: doesn't
prop a need for me to buy things;
which is why, i guess, you need
a drugs trade that's the alternative
of consumerism.
Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 10:36 PM UTC