Observational Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry about life, society and the natural world
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Watch her as she trembles,
a child of the desert,
eyes like the Oasis of Kadesh
lips parted to the climate
arid, mingled nitrate
praying for freedom
of an open sea
place her on the hay bail
when the night
approaches
and as the dawn comes
and the sun ascends...
Lay her on the pyre
be wary of the sirens,
for her ears are filled
with scarlet
in a land that's plagued
with disease
a child of the desert,
eyes like the Oasis of Kadesh
lips parted to the climate
arid, mingled nitrate
praying for freedom
of an open sea
place her on the hay bail
when the night
approaches
and as the dawn comes
and the sun ascends...
Lay her on the pyre
be wary of the sirens,
for her ears are filled
with scarlet
in a land that's plagued
with disease
#grief
#war
#death
#religion
#morality
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excavation
In this cage, blood alone
will not break this bondage
it takes sweat
to excavate the key
that fits the lock
we can salivate
like a rabid dog
pushing against the bars
our ears ringing
with our own voice
beaten down
by the bouncing echo
our teeth will not gnaw
through this curse
we'll break by the weight
of our chains first
and our mile long howl
on the way down
will do us no good
we have to dig
all writers do
will not break this bondage
it takes sweat
to excavate the key
that fits the lock
we can salivate
like a rabid dog
pushing against the bars
our ears ringing
with our own voice
beaten down
by the bouncing echo
our teeth will not gnaw
through this curse
we'll break by the weight
of our chains first
and our mile long howl
on the way down
will do us no good
we have to dig
all writers do
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Historical Fantasy
sapiens, torah,
upanishads, new testament
i claudius , rise and fall…,
dawn of everything, brief history…,
short history…, long walk.
books
are not history.
history
is a work of fiction,
a novel
written after-the-fact.
once upon a time,
there was an age when lines
between human and animal
were indistinct.
someone did light a fire, cook a meal,
perform a marriage for the first time.
we really don’t know
how these things happened.
we make up...
upanishads, new testament
i claudius , rise and fall…,
dawn of everything, brief history…,
short history…, long walk.
books
are not history.
history
is a work of fiction,
a novel
written after-the-fact.
once upon a time,
there was an age when lines
between human and animal
were indistinct.
someone did light a fire, cook a meal,
perform a marriage for the first time.
we really don’t know
how these things happened.
we make up...
#evolution
#PowerOfWords
#philosophical
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And Its Prison Gate Wide Open As Well
No longer am I living free
since reason's truth imprisoned me
along with this -- its prison key.
*
#TruthOfLife
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Soft landing
A soft landing
Too good to be true
Gave me peace
And quiet
And hope
So far from imagined hardship
So far from home
So far from bad
So I hoped
Too good to be true
It did not last
But it did replenish me
And give me hope.
But now the fear creeps back
Too good to be true
Too good to be true
Too good to be true?
Too good to be true
Gave me peace
And quiet
And hope
So far from imagined hardship
So far from home
So far from bad
So I hoped
Too good to be true
It did not last
But it did replenish me
And give me hope.
But now the fear creeps back
Too good to be true
Too good to be true
Too good to be true?
#hope
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I imagine the sea
I imagine the sea
Creates the roar
That I hear through the window
Reframing that framed
Window on the world
That at least lets in the sun
And let's me see the clouds
And gives me the strength
To imagine the sea
That saves me from
Despair
Creates the roar
That I hear through the window
Reframing that framed
Window on the world
That at least lets in the sun
And let's me see the clouds
And gives me the strength
To imagine the sea
That saves me from
Despair
#clouds
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SOS
poetry can not save
you
a thousand beautiful, sensual
bodies over a lifetime
can not save
you
endless bottles of dom
perignon can
not save
you
walking along the white
cliffs of Dover can
not save
you
monkeys resting in tree
top sunshine and
a bed of roses
can not save
you
the decapitated heads of
influencers with their
stink of manipulation
can not save
you
Bach, van Gogh, Rand,
Martha Graham, The
Rolling Stones can...
you
a thousand beautiful, sensual
bodies over a lifetime
can not save
you
endless bottles of dom
perignon can
not save
you
walking along the white
cliffs of Dover can
not save
you
monkeys resting in tree
top sunshine and
a bed of roses
can not save
you
the decapitated heads of
influencers with their
stink of manipulation
can not save
you
Bach, van Gogh, Rand,
Martha Graham, The
Rolling Stones can...
#fate
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A sea of trees
Lost and adrift in a sea of trees,
but unlike water I tread not leaves.
So sink I do into its shade
beneath the hanging masquerade.
So much life from Fuji"s fire
yet stronger still is death's desire.
Listen to their dying pleas,
out there lost among the trees.
Strong of limb and rooted trunk
in forest thick so far I've sunk.
So easily we lose our way,
hear now what the souls will say.
Enter not if you're not strong
the sorrow here is deep and long,
The trees will hold all that you give ...
but unlike water I tread not leaves.
So sink I do into its shade
beneath the hanging masquerade.
So much life from Fuji"s fire
yet stronger still is death's desire.
Listen to their dying pleas,
out there lost among the trees.
Strong of limb and rooted trunk
in forest thick so far I've sunk.
So easily we lose our way,
hear now what the souls will say.
Enter not if you're not strong
the sorrow here is deep and long,
The trees will hold all that you give ...
#suicide
#forest
#trees
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Dear.
Chicago chicken sliced cheese🧀
And the salad cucumber
Creamy white
Chicken sausage🌭
A glass full of honey.
.
And the salad cucumber
Creamy white
Chicken sausage🌭
A glass full of honey.
.
#nature
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The green sink.
We spaced time
And run the
Dracula break.
Superb work and
Morning of Rosemary
Link king.
In first off the art
Professor👨🏫.
And run the
Dracula break.
Superb work and
Morning of Rosemary
Link king.
In first off the art
Professor👨🏫.
#nature
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just stfu....
society is full of shit.... the end. chaos is embraced by masses-the outnumbered few understand true suffering- wanting it to end....
the noise keeps on noising like hooligans at the damn zoo.... piling on like flies to shit.... closing one's eyes in hope of no tomorrow(to die in my sleep) because the awaiting chaos ensues....
"just stfu why don't you...." wished one's "walls" were sound proof. the world-much more uglier than "beautiful...."
this weary soul has...
the noise keeps on noising like hooligans at the damn zoo.... piling on like flies to shit.... closing one's eyes in hope of no tomorrow(to die in my sleep) because the awaiting chaos ensues....
"just stfu why don't you...." wished one's "walls" were sound proof. the world-much more uglier than "beautiful...."
this weary soul has...
#MentalHealth
#LifeCycle
#philosophical
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Ode To Misery
I’m a stone in a world of flowers
the curious call of moors,
the old crow language
of wings circling
their ancient dead
peat bodies rotting beneath the weight
of seventies murder. The swaying
New Romantics surrendering to the dark.
I am grey beaches in homeless overcoats,
banshees of Tudor shipwrecks
shaking bone rattles in violent storms.
I am poverty
and steel
and recklessness
an IRA wound on a city wall; coal crowns
of Thatcherite rule haloing unforgiving
stomachs of shoeless...
the curious call of moors,
the old crow language
of wings circling
their ancient dead
peat bodies rotting beneath the weight
of seventies murder. The swaying
New Romantics surrendering to the dark.
I am grey beaches in homeless overcoats,
banshees of Tudor shipwrecks
shaking bone rattles in violent storms.
I am poverty
and steel
and recklessness
an IRA wound on a city wall; coal crowns
of Thatcherite rule haloing unforgiving
stomachs of shoeless...
#grief
#LifeStruggles
#ghosts
#despair
#Britain
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