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"interlope" poems
In fathoms Between my flannel sheets, There's no better place To sleep; But then I turn my blanket on, Level Two Is snug and warm. Envelope-like we interlope, Entwine and grind, And grasp and ***** Giving me rising hope, This tug's gonna stay afloat. Up now. Rise. Up periscope! Dive. Dive! Beneath waves and swirls, Beneath flannel caps To chests of pearls, Now deeper, Where life unfurls. Our raging flannel Seas Grow calm; And in the quiet, After the storm, We lie on Our bedded sea, My first mate sighs: *I have to ***
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Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 12:51 PM UTC
I Have To ***
Rising like smoke from the eternal spring Approaching with rose petals at her feet Angel of hope sheds light on everything Whenever life is bitter more than sweet Within our secret gardens of desire Fountains of sparkling passion locked away Therein lies hope, forever to inspire lest optimism ever goes astray Age sometimes dims the dancing flame of hope And drudgery weakens vitality Darkness and sorrow sometimes interlope Between us and our dearest fantasy Yet human spirit finds a way to cope As long as we find inroads back to hope.
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Nov 10, 2012
Nov 10, 2012 at 10:42 PM UTC
Hope (sonnet)
I touched her fingers to my lips and tasted her essence, her being. My better half, sometimes bitter half, whose love's been paid for by the passing of the years. A love that's been earned through the tiny tribulations that go noticed only by the watchful eyes of that life I swore to share. Upon my thoughts and actions are all her better parts, laid so deeply that even when away I can feel her tender loves impression upon me. A love that's time worn into the fabric of my soul, and clearly visible to all others who may interlope upon our lives. This creature, this being. Whose thoughts at times are so alien to my fractured life. That even when apart from myself, looking down, I am held in silent disbelief.
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Sep 9, 2010
Sep 9, 2010 at 10:19 PM UTC
Silent Disbelief
It started in Unbelievable hardship. It wasn't a fairy tale. I never rode in on My white horse And swept you off your feet. I was completely empty inside As a fantastic ship with No direction, Lost at sea, Hoping for some beacon of light. You blinded me from Across the room. I never noticed your beauty. We were drunk, Talkative, Intrigued. Over time I came to Admire you dearly. My heart bursting With beatific possibilities, With confusion, With hesitance. I didn't want to Hurt you, and especially Didn't know if I could lose someone. I waited for you. Knew there was no one More wonderful To be with In this world. Sad as it is for I The hero of this story, I Cared for you So deeply I didn't interlope. You were happy And that made me feel A strange mix of Joy and jealousy. Despite our struggles To find our golden place In the world, I wouldn't have done anything Any differently. You are the other Half of my soul That keeps me balanced And most importantly happy. You are the home for my Thoughts, Dreams, For my love. I think of the million Ways you make me happy, Praying I can return Even a little. You are my home, My guiding light. My best friend, My love of my life.
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Nov 27, 2010
Nov 27, 2010 at 2:17 PM UTC
Part of Our Story
Rotten is the apple for it has been exposed to contamination Dead is the battery for it has been fulfilled with tiring completion Darkened is the lantern for it has fuel of no more leniency Broken is the heart for thrashed it has had from harmful potency Seemed did the loss of hope come into play A day, each one passing after the other, was always grey Sights of familiarity soon filled the mind with worry A deadly task became a plague of notion for hurry Another life's closure did up I looked desperately for Shining like the streaming waters off the sun was a dying presence in the core Then it was, a ray of something anew did it perform the strike Surprising was the effect did pain not come to be my like A puddle of ignorance undergoing purification No longer does the soldier obey the false commission Ashes in the windless pit awakening the pyro From the abyss to the surface will the missile launch from the silo The confinement of solitude broken by the door's opening of freedom Depression's catatonia healed by the coming of the prophet's random An expectation that was past desired but now grown with dim A light of restoration journeyed a descent to the dark heart The sheep no longer lost by the sound of the shepherd's hymn Resurrection by peace came the content feeling in playing the part True did come the forgotten dream of kindled hope As God's state of grace purged me with the soft interlope Return was the confidence brought on by such happiness Bridges of all intersection burned did rebuilt come with goodness Gone were the demons and rescue came from the angels Virtuous of all states shall dwell I be within and turn the tables People of all wise shall up I now be for the listen For my core of darkness has been rid with the grace of glisten
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Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 7:44 PM UTC
Glistened
Rotten is the apple for it has been exposed to contamination Dead is the battery for it has been fulfilled with tiring completion Darkened is the lantern for it has fuel of no more leniency Broken is the heart for thrashed it has had from harmful potency Seemed did the loss of hope come into play A day, each one passing after the other, was always grey Sights of familiarity soon filled the mind with worry A deadly task became a plague of notion for hurry Another life's closure did up I looked desperately for Shining like the streaming waters off the sun was a dying presence in the core Then it was, a ray of something anew did it perform the strike Surprising was the effect did pain not come to be my like A puddle of ignorance undergoing purification No longer does the soldier obey the false commission Ashes in the windless pit awakening the pyro From the abyss to the surface will the missile launch from the silo The confinement of solitude broken by the door's opening of freedom Depression's catatonia healed by the coming of the prophet's random An expectation that was past desired but now grown with dim A light of restoration journeyed a descent to the dark heart The sheep no longer lost by the sound of the shepherd's hymn Resurrection by peace came the content feeling in playing the part True did come the forgotten dream of kindled hope As God's state of grace purged me with the soft interlope Return was the confidence brought on by such happiness Bridges of all intersection burned did rebuilt come with goodness Gone were the demons and rescue came from the angels Virtuous of all states shall dwell I be within and turn the tables People of all wise shall up I now be for the listen For my core of darkness has been rid with the grace of glisten
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I walked out into the nothingness, Lamp lit, with a little lively flame. Darkness decided to swallow us. I fueled the lantern, to feed the light. But as it burned brighter, darkness grew hungrier. There was an acceptance, to let it be. I knew that this was the time of darkness. Extinguishing my flame, I waited for dawn. I waited and waited, for the midnight black, To churn into that dark purple hue, Kindling further into the volatile morning vibrancy. Such a time never came, as I said These were Dark Times. The Land of Light could not, would not Interlope here, and such a thing was fine.
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Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 7:30 AM UTC
The Light Flickers in the Time of Darkness
I’ve been running down this snow covered road For fourteen miles with arrow heads pierced through the bridges of both feet. 
Extremities turning blue to black I can’t turn back now, face it. Twelve inches overnight they said, We reap what we sew they said. A whisper ran beside me Running off the road - to the woods I followed - until our bootprints reached the lake Frozen almost to the center I laid down. Made snow angels. Looked up at old light dancing behind the trees. 

I hope the ice cracks reach me, before the rest of them do.
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Jan 6, 2023
Jan 6, 2023 at 1:40 AM UTC
Interlope