Category Archives: Poetic Interludes

In which we find the posts that contain poetry.

Poetic Interlude CXXII

I am stripped of pretension; No longer codified, calcified, By who I am or was – might have been, might be, Those notions slipping off shoulders In a gleaming pile. You meet your mirror in artifice, craft yourself for the … Continue reading

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Poetic Interlude CXXI

  Literature By Tyler J. Yoder O! You be Ryder – I’ll be Flyte – I’ll gently go to your good night. Travel through my antique land Leaving footprints on the sand. Bowl your heart right down the street – … Continue reading

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Poetic Interlude CXX

Frank By Tyler J. Yoder   I haven’t slept; the dawn is here, And I’m swept back to yesteryear. A long-dead Uncle views the coast, Embraces me; he is my host – And in that faded Kodak room We smoke, … Continue reading

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Poetic Interlude CXIX

Infatuation By Tyler J. Yoder How could you possibly love me, You slight young slip of a boy? You don’t even know me from Adam; I’m aging, and comfortably coy – And yet, I enjoy the attention (I never was … Continue reading

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Poetic Interlude CXVIII

Vanity By Tyler J. Yoder I am stripped of pretension; No longer codified, calcified, By who I am or was – might have been, might be, Those notions slipping off shoulders In a gleaming pile. You meet your mirror in … Continue reading

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Poetic Interlude CXVII

Dreams and Landscapes By Tyler J. Yoder     You’re old enough to lie, aren’t you, darling? It’s life at all that’s so hard: In the uninhabitable hours, I dally with my memories of you, Then I put on a … Continue reading

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Poetic Interlude CXVI

Courtship By Tyler J. Yoder           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, … Continue reading

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