Observational Poems

Poetry about life, society and the natural world

Reality Is

Published on Jan 22 2010 at 1:50 CST
Written by SJ (Disregardme)

How tenuous our connections to one another
so delicate, fragile
and short lived
believing we have all the time in the world
Reality Is:
We Don't
We have now
only this single moment
not this day
not this hour
this minute
not this word
or phrase
only the moments
these moments
and what we make of them
Always.

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Untitled Belief

Published on Jan 22 2010 at 1:49 CST
Written by SJ (Disregardme)

feels like the world is against me tonight
maybe it's not just tonight
maybe it's every night
the world is spinning against me
like I'm the only one traveling in a different direction
walking the path
alone
they have me second-guessing myself
maybe this is the wrong way
maybe I only wanted to believe i was going the right way
maybe I was mistaken and was always wrong
I keep telling myself
No
I knew what they didn't
I still know things they don't believe
things they won't
I'm not angry
just sand and alone
Do I know the...

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Puppy Killers?

Published on Jan 21 2010 at 12:31 CST
Written by Abra-ca-dabra (Abracadabra)

Is this where they are
in that fortress
perched by the park
a multi-national bird of prey
tearing its kill (that's me and you)
from within a mountain of mirrored glass

Who knows just what they do
link fenced away in camera view
unofficially
snug inside their global HQ

Google told me
they make 600 million tubes
of toothpaste every year
and they're committed to improve
the quality of human life
enabling people to do more
to feel better and live longer

GSK say:
'Together we
can make life better'
...

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Dissonant Trio

Published on Jan 21 2010 at 10:23 CST
Written by Brian Minnick (manic_inspiration)

Trumpets duel for superiority in
a townhouse fit for a sax.
Add a melancholic Tenor and
you have quite a trio.

Brilliant whistles, dampened blues,
Cacophonous arpeggios, lip trills galore.

Basketball, opera,
golf, and booze.

Bachelor pad is quite the term I would use…

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Nightmare

Published on Jan 21 2010 at 10:21 CST
Written by Jamie Townend (CruelHandedWriter)

They are deeply mental:
The believers of god,
the right wingers
and the left.
Those in search of a reputable career.
The racists,
the homophobes.
the gays and the blacks.
The leaders of this sick, dying world.
The followers of the monarchy,
the drivers of cars,
the adrenaline junkies,
the coke fiends,
and the alcoholics.
The happily married,
the monophobic partner hunters
and the speed daters.
Those who raise their country's flag
and those who burn the flags of other countries.
The ranters and the ravers,
the pet...

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Territory

Published on Jan 21 2010 at 10:16 CST
Written by Brian Minnick (manic_inspiration)

The naked wind hisses its territory
as I smoke outside.
Warm coffee, bitter and free
due to a frozen pipe lays waiting inside.

Reading Sherlock Holmes grows tiring
and even the excitement of being four pages from the end…
and the staccato female voice over the
speaker reminds me of Josh.

As my body warms, my mind numbs
and my coffee is now too chill to drink.
Though I don’t really want it anymore,
at least it would be something to do.

My car idles outside thirty-three hours away
covered in a pile of snow
anxiously...

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Look Up

Published on Jan 21 2010 at 6:49 CST
Written by priya dileep (raindreams)

This guy at seminar I met last week
got me go green,
to no small extent.
He must be younger than me for one,
had huge eyes and unkempt hair
and walked straight to me after my paper
and made such sense through his mad talk,
more than the puffed up erudite could
in extended sessions.
Then, he had the ampere to call me out
from another gaudy talk
and we stood in the corridor talking about
brothels and sacred prostitutes.
He didnt hesitate to warn me
that the evening 'cultural' programme
by this aritste was really a bag of shit.
And...

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When Indoors...

Published on Jan 21 2010 at 5:38 CST
Written by Abra-ca-dabra (Abracadabra)

Drop to the ground
Take cover under a sturdy table
Hold on until the shaking stops
If there isn’t a table or desk nearby
cover your head with your arms
and crouch

Stay away from glass, windows,
outside doors, walls
and anything that could fall

If you are in bed stay there
but hold on
and protect your head with a pillow
unless you are under
a heavy light fixture that could fall
in that case move
to the nearest safe place

Use a doorway for shelter
but only if it is close by
and you know it's strongly...

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Always remember,

Published on Jan 21 2010 at 3:52 CST
Written by invisable ink x (riyah_darling)

In the eyes of the harsh judgemental world,
you can be seen as dirt,
and treated like shit.
You can be pushed around,
Spat on, and judged
Just because others see you
through their eyes
as weak.

But the truth is,
is that it takes courage
to apologise,
for the wrong that you've done.
The wrong that you've said,
and it takes courage to apologise for the things
that you can't change.

And the truth is,
is that it takes strength
to shed a tear,
and to break down.
And it takes strength to keep on smiling,...

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worse things

Published on Jan 21 2010 at 3:33 CST
Written by Celine (3ampoems)

i wish i never met you
because you are too beautiful
and the tingles you leave on the soft of my skin
are too delicate for someone
as scarred
and destroyed as i
i wish i never met you because
i know one day
you will feel the way i feel
and hate me for that
and you will hurt
i don't want you to hurt

i wish i never met you
so i could still paint a hundred portraits of
unknown faces and call them
'you'
and love you because it's not real
and i don't have to
realize i don't deserve you

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swansea bay

Published on Jan 21 2010 at 3:14 CST
Written by tijean

Driving home, I break the crest of kenfig hill
and the sudden panorama provokes a
fill of observation;

I take these sights into my mind, and carefully digest
from the bowl of life and death before me.

The sloping procession
of pylons gracefully respecting
each others space
stood patiently in a line
hand carrying energy all the way down
to the station at the waters edge

and the steel thick, chimney smoke
setting curtains to the sunset as it creeps
across my grand portrait of swansea bay
the sea laps at the cliffs and...

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I can't afford to care.

Published on Jan 20 2010 at 23:42 CST
Written by XKill Me RomanticallyX (pixxxiepoet)

Don't take it all to seriously,
we were only telling the

TRUTH
...

But that never mattered, it's just not all that important to people like you.
Not as long as you can avoid it, take it and run until they get far enough away to twist my word into your tangled-tattered lies.
You were charging by the moment, and all the while they're passing this along down the line as payment for another hit.
And you get off by passing it on as a social disease.
((a new brand of the designer STD))
Society excepts this, without hesitation. I mean, everyone's...

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To bind yourself

Published on Jan 20 2010 at 22:15 CST
Written by Kymberly

sometimes the fabric belongs around your hands-
the tearing and destruction
man can wreak.
woman can wreak.

this flesh will give
under the blow of humanity’s
strike of religious persecution.
the blood will be bled
for nothing.

other times the fabric belongs around your mouth-
the screaming and spitting
we burn worlds
with out tongues.

and young children will be left
to carry themselves in their arms
and to raise their pups
as if they were more

and to pin this task on their wrist
to leave them with...

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My dear mirror ...

Published on Jan 20 2010 at 21:11 CST
Written by Melissa (Missake2)

Sometimes it makes me wonder
if this person that is there to see
is really a complete figure
or just a half finished image of me.

Mostly there is this vague ghost
or a look-a-like appearance there
a picture that gets blurred daily
dissolving clarity into the air.

But then you stand behind me
Firmly, strong holding the mirror straight
showing bright, my life and person
that without your help there will be no fate.

You are illumination,
my guiding star that clarifies all
the only true key that reveals
the...

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I See A Death In Others

Published on Jan 20 2010 at 17:20 CST
Written by Cthonian

Faces I have known
for most of my life,
are seen now, wrinkled
and torn with tired smiles.

These faces I once knew,
three years fresh,
I watch decay slightly,
and in other parts, grow
bloated, tortuous, enlarged.
Eyes that once shone,
now flicker,
scraped and blinked
for perhaps
the several billionth time.

I imagine these faces
thirty years from now.
Corpulent, similar?
I would greet these features,
yet approach them
as if some ancient virus
had desecrated the finest detail
of the soft human face....

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7, 17 and 70 (2 ruby)

Published on Jan 20 2010 at 16:28 CST
Written by nathan illig (noonenothingnone)

if only we had wished we were one..
we might not be here at all..
we are inherently good and evil..
we are inherently imbalanced..
otherwise we might not be here at all..
the fault of one..
the fault of many and everyone who have been here..
attracting forces meeting at the crossroads..
where they have met before..
to push button and boundary..
to reunite..
to strive for what they will never achieve..
and to part ways..
who are you..
we've met before haven't we..
in a place similar to this..
how will it be this time..
until...

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What's for Tea

Published on Jan 20 2010 at 12:52 CST
Written by Abra-ca-dabra (Abracadabra)

Hold him down!

I am eleven, you are ten
I sit on your chest to batter you red
all over this green grass
here on this wasteland

and I feel nothing
not for you

My brother is filming me
he likes your new mobile phone
and we can play back your screams
for later
on our way home

It'll be
a laugh

The more you beg me to stop
the more I'll bash with this brick
it's only half a brick, actually

I can smell
you've peed all over your pants
what a wuss

Serves you right
for...

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Everyday America

Published on Jan 20 2010 at 7:52 CST
Written by SJ (Disregardme)

Thursday:
Business as usual
signing documents while water glasses clink
not at my table
in some distant part of the world that sits directly behind me
They're celebrating.
What, I do not know
some job well done?
some upcoming great event?
some life worth living?
I don't know
They speak a different language than I
It's carefree and full of amazement
For them this world is full of nothing but hopes and dreams to fulfill
Not me.
I live this life in its cyclical manner
Business as usual it tells me
Just like the end of a record I...

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Sea Spray

Published on Jan 20 2010 at 5:48 CST
Written by tijean

Cool blue spray gently bathes my face,
from a magnifcent and upstanding surf
with an un-nerving life affirming power
thrown from the far, deep, charry violent sea.
Quick shadows flash and flicker from this uncertain sun
they chastise the constant breakers that race,
frothing as they pour onto the sand and stone,
highlighting each final effort with a black sigh
as they cast a final shower -
wallowing in finite potency.

Silently, drifting across space
without effort or regret, in search and review
buffeted by invisible tensions; a...

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Encounter with an Eagle

Published on Jan 20 2010 at 5:32 CST
Written by Abra-ca-dabra (Abracadabra)

The eagle looked me in the eye
was it contempt I saw
or just the cold dark of a killer
scorning my reflection

This face-off in the dunes
surprised us both
and in a year of moments
all our language bled dry

No stranger to blood you
though we didn't speak of it
while I drank sheen and gloss
you flexed a feathered foot

Tensing your armoury
claws sharp as whippets
musing this trap you sprang
from dread and beckoning sky

One gulp of air and you were home
perfection mastering horizons
to strand me...

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