Tag Archives: Poetic Interludes
Poetic Interlude XXXVI
Angels, shepherds, jolly – jolly! Snow, and virgins decked in holly: Other things that end in “olly” – Christmastime is here! Feast on pudding, and on turkey: Yuletide thoughts grow rather murky – Ancient virgins – who were perky? Christmastime … Continue reading
Poetic Interlude XXXV
A hundred battles won and lost; a thousand ventures planned – Intricate and numerous as beaches full of sand, And all for you, my lonely one, at whim of your command, For I shall take your heart, and I shall … Continue reading
Poetic Interlude XXXIV
I found this piece in an old notebook of mine. While I don’t think much of the poem itself, it made me chuckle. Taxonomy of Morals Locked within my thumping breast A heart lies beating, bold, Wanting what it … Continue reading
Poetic Interlude XXXIII
It was a foundation, and also a word, in the wickedest man I know, A few drinks in the story of its birth. I am far too small for answers, for an embrace, For Art is white and cold, and … Continue reading
Poetic Interlude XXXII
Springtime A single beam through grey sky slips; An evening brighter than the day, Which, pendant, softly dripped. Startled, the rebellious ray Exults in its successful quip: An evening brighter than the day. The light refracts through … Continue reading
Poetic Interlude XXXI
A guest poem, by a charming creature, N. It made me cry. Enjoy. I am not antiqued. I am not scented With the brooding must and stature Of ages, Or the crushed femininity of Roses. I do not sway Under … Continue reading
Poetic Interlude XXX
Truthfully, Gentle Reader, this is Poetic Interlude VII reprised. In light of recent events, both of these pieces seemed particularly appropriate. Also, both pieces are in Patchwork Narrative, which should be available in select stores starting next week. Maybe. With … Continue reading
Poetic Interlude XXIX
A corset squeezing out the breath, A python ’round the neck: Clean and cold conformity – That demoness of death. Draped with cords of every sort The better for to bind Relentless eyes burn arctic bright, Compel with cruel design, … Continue reading
Poetic Interlude XXVIII
Scritchety-Scratchety Tyler J. Yoder is Steadily scribbling Sonnets and such. Despite description of Phantasmagorical Fancies and follies, He’s such a lush. ©2013 by Tyler J. Yoder. All rights reserved
Poetic Interlude XXVII
Indecision Maybe I drift, and maybe I dream, And maybe I twist, and maybe I scheme, And maybe it’s all for naught. Maybe the days are meaningless chores, Or maybe they’re dramas that Wagner adores, Or maybe I’ve lost the … Continue reading