Observational Poems

Poetry about life, society and the natural world

Struggle to fit a shape.

Published on 11th December 2009 2:13pm
Written by Merda

Give me a form a
              shape
And I'll wrestle to
fit it.
Struggle to be it and
sacrafice to fit a
                 hand there an
                 elbow here
And a mind under that.      Rock.

              A square
              A circle
Fuck it! - An octagon - I'll do it
              I'll make it
              Be it and
Pass it on

So my kids can blunt bones break scrape burn singe twist ideas in plastic - A new game!

: A struggle to fit a shape.

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Keepsake

Published on 11th December 2009 1:36pm
Written by Dungbug

Such a lesson is life, living sometimes without reason with even balance of hapiness and strife. Life walks between joy and pain, love can be love aswell as sadness, sometimes confusion within a lovers' reign.

We're told to look to good from bad, a living contradiction, life isn't too short to be sad. Seek solitude occassionally within your mortal thoughts, consciously dream and allow the notions to be caught.

There is no fear, no one is insane, grant yourself time to clear the mind and you and your correct path will meet again.

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The not feeling good guide

Published on 10th December 2009 4:22pm
Written by Michael Granger (Sir-Writes-A-lot)

It sucks to be sick
Really feels like being hit by a brick
You go to the doctors to make you well
But it's like wishing for a magic spell

You can stay in bed with your pounding head
Or go to work and look like you are dead
Take medications that rarely work
Avoid getting others sick, they might go bazurk

Take vitamins and rest
Drink orange juice, water and tea they work best
Sleep is essential for recovery
Pace yourself or you might get worse, a common discovery

Cough drops are good too
Stay warm a option best to do
A cup...

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Carcajou

Published on 10th December 2009 3:01pm
Written by Abracadabra

Rest your bones
my hungry one
truths you seek
all take their toll
instincts waken fires rise
in darkest slumber
of your soul.

Traps that trade
men's fated spell
only serve
to craze your eyes
you have always
known your answers
feeding torn and undisguised.

Drink our minds
till we lie empty
crushed and broken
cold as stars
death comes crawling
from the distance
to place its hand
on where you are.

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Hooker Talk

Published on 10th December 2009 2:36pm
Written by Abracadabra

His accent was kinda half-hearted-Harvard
and the ill fitting suit sort of screamed
like a badly parked SUV
blocking someone's driveway.

I put on my best Friday smile
and asked him right up front
to get his wallet out
there and then.

The trouble with these hick
country boys is that although
they know what to do with their mouths
they don't always know
how to put their money
where their mouth is.

They think they're doing you
some kind of big favor
when I can make more bucks in one night
than his shitty little...

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REALISMvsREALISM

Published on 10th December 2009 12:37pm
Written by minddoodles

LET DEGENERATE TRUTHS BE THE ORDER OF THE DAY.ANY OTHER TRUTH THE MIND CANNOT TAKE.LEST REALITY STRIKE THEE..THE SUB CONSCIOUS RULES SUPREME,RULES OUR EVERY WAKING DECISION.DREAMING BEING THE ONLY REAL TRUTH.THE TRUEST OF WHICH WE CALL NIGHTMARES.

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Wifey

Published on 10th December 2009 6:30am
Written by Abracadabra

A knee in the testicles
pepper in the eyes
two bodies racked up together
as cold as condiment jars
nestling in a cruel cruet

How long can I lay
like that
every night
knowing my frost inside
can never thaw
waiting for the next attack
from beyond this line
I have drawn
in these bedsheets

Outside the dutiful smile
worn for the world
swallowing daily wifey bile
how long
before I am choking full
and it cracks
What will happen
when I burst wide open
so that the truth
comes crashing down
...

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The Empty Wine Box

Published on 10th December 2009 2:21am
Written by Kandice Bush (KandiceBush)

Beer stained whispers

Cannibalized sober emotions

Resentment wells up behind my eyes
While his speech slurs

As I stare into the inebriated tears of a stranger
I choke on my heart
Now petrified in my throat

Questioning his gravestone mentality
I fell asleep crying,
Pen & paper in hand

*Dedicated to my "father"..

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A Small Bag

Published on 9th December 2009 10:58pm
Written by Abracadabra

She was as crazy as someone saying
Coca Cola gives you cancer
an impossible person to deal with
and after that beer bottle incident on Main Street
I could never trust my own judgment
when she was around.

The night the knife went whistling
past my left ear and stuck in the door
behind me
I knew what I had to do.

Thinking with your head is easy
but only when your heart's not in the way
I knew she would never let me go quietly
and if I'm honest
that may have been part of the attraction
plus a man's priorities never seem to...

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Gravidity

Published on 9th December 2009 9:35pm
Written by Amos M. (Demokritos)

The great womb-sea
Where first we were
Brave molecules
A pregnant world
Contracting as we breathe

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Confessions of a Lazy Poet (Part 5)

Published on 9th December 2009 2:32pm
Written by Abracadabra

I'm afraid I've been loitering in the cemetery once more
as it's still a hotbed of inspiration
and without wanting to make its acquaintance too closely just yet,
I am now on nodding terms
with the gravedigger's mechanical shovel
that's parked just inside the entrance.
The machine deserves my respect for doing in a few minutes
what would once have taken a couple of strong men half an hour.

I consider myself to be a 'hands on' poet
who believes in experiencing things personally whenever possible
before writing about them.
So I have been itching...

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Is Santa Really Coming To Town?

Published on 9th December 2009 1:26pm
Written by Electric_High

The traditional Santa is jolly and bright
He keeps little children excited all night.
He rides a sleigh of magic and glee
Led by his jingling reindeer team.
He lives in the North Pole with all of the elves
He's selfless and happy, never thinks of himself.
He reads everyone's letters and remembers their names.
He replies to each one and brings them their games.
He patiently sits through each and every request
Replying to each question with smiling zest.
He slips down the chimneys with surprising ease
Quiet and patient, he has no need for keys....

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Anna-Marie

Published on 9th December 2009 11:23am
Written by Abracadabra

Anna-Marie
your tiny headstone stopped me
walking through the cemetery
so sad at seven months you died
how or why I'll never know
but now you hear that playtime noise
although you never got to go
never learned your ABC
to tie your shoes or count in rhyme
In earshot of the school nearby
seems such a proper place to lie
and be remembered with a smile.

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Wolf

Published on 9th December 2009 7:29am
Written by Rachel Gleavy (Mrs_Sin)

I’m critically endangered
But you don’t give a damn
We used to work together
Now mortal enemies, wolf and Man.

By stopping us from hunting
We feel hunger’s bite.
You force us to shun the day,
Take refuge in the night.

Surrounding us with myths
That name us as cruel
And yet it’s us that suffer
Under your harsh rule.

Howling to the stars
Howling out my heart
Wishing for acceptance
And maybe a fresh start.

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Pocket Money

Published on 9th December 2009 5:45am
Written by AlecBell

Who knows how long ago
he posed? He reclines, his thighs
spread wide, his head cocked at an angle,
while he seems to stare at the lens
as he might stare at a phantom partner,
who had come upon him there.

A tee shirt is all he wears. He holds
his rigid cock. The camera’s voracious eye
has him frozen. The voyeur within
can see every fleshy detail, as far
as the crevasse that separates
his buttocks.

Long ago
the session finished, he was paid.
His image remained
to drift...

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Drying

Published on 9th December 2009 3:33am
Written by Abracadabra

Old woman's knickers
hanging on the line
the same pair washed every day
now she knows there's no-one
gonna see them again

I wonder when she realised
her last time was the last time
and how much it hurt to know
that part of her life was over

But then maybe
she was already dead inside
from the waist up
or the head down
and got left behind
just waiting to die
in that big old
waiting room for the sky

sure hope they got clothes lines
up there for her.

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DAMIEN HIRST

Published on 8th December 2009 1:47pm
Written by minddoodles

I wish I had no brain
so I could think jus' the same
as my
co-mm-on man

Then maybe I would
and if only I could
understand this so called
ma-aster plan

I would sit around the table
sardonically and able
to appreciate the likes of
da-mien hirst

I jus' wont use my brain
if its all quite the same
as I think I would quite
literally burst

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Animal

Published on 8th December 2009 11:55am
Written by Rachel Gleavy (Mrs_Sin)

Hear them warn the world
Chattering away
“Fiercest on the planet -
There it goes.” They say.

Killing just for sport
Every young one’s fear -
Seeking out their parents
And all that they hold dear.

Tales of it roam far
Scaring this worlds life
Causing them to hide away
Avoiding all the strife.

Listen to the animals
Hunker down so tight
Fear of the fiercest ensure
They don’t sleep at night.

“Quiet! Else he’ll hear us.
Stay still as you can.
Hope he doesn’t notice
That creature we call ‘Man’.”

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Meal-ticket

Published on 8th December 2009 11:44am
Written by Abracadabra

By the railway line
there were no visible signs
no screams to hear
no tears between the weeds
not even one drop of dried blood.
left behind.
I could not stay long
the flies had found me
I was the only tourist to bite
but I felt enough
to absorb the moment that was.

My heart still freezes at the idea
and I know I will never come to terms
with such depths of madness
but the simple mathematics
of too many mouths hanging open for too long
has produced
the most desperate begging equation of all
and as usual India, ...

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1. Control, 2. Righteous

Published on 8th December 2009 11:16am
Written by La Reynardine (reynardine)

1. Control.

The blue of the night weighs light on the heart,
Though the mind does vex behind resolve.
Whether the storm should blow for regard,
Matters not, for my lot love cannot control

2. Righteous

The heights we reach may be measured,
The depths we plunge may be overlooked,
The ones we won, against those we lost,
The happy, content, push down the despairing.
But time waits - for no man may control it.
Time weighs on the day of the reckoning.

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