Observational Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry about life, society and the natural world
free spirit(s)(a different world entirely)
i'm from a different "time"-when ones' not a slave to work, time, and pride,; where concept of such talk-ones' blind....
and we're just fine, while sipping wine.... and everyone is treated right.... respecting space- no crossing lines.... unless it's clear that one invites
where connection is a breeze; where more or less reflection is what we see....no pressure-all ease; a mirror-unnecessary;
feeling free; building with ease; because we legitimately evolved through centuries.... laughing at the...
and we're just fine, while sipping wine.... and everyone is treated right.... respecting space- no crossing lines.... unless it's clear that one invites
where connection is a breeze; where more or less reflection is what we see....no pressure-all ease; a mirror-unnecessary;
feeling free; building with ease; because we legitimately evolved through centuries.... laughing at the...
#spiritual
#healing
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core
I've been humbled many times-so many times-enough to recognize that my driving force to write isn't pride....
might as well have been "baptized" over 1000 times-for a higher rise than any "religious life...." like for something that doesn't limit light....
I'm sure you get it, right?
strip me bare-for there's nothing here on earth to truly satisfy any appetite(bottomless pit); just ego drive evoluted-paved way by the prototypes.... ...
might as well have been "baptized" over 1000 times-for a higher rise than any "religious life...." like for something that doesn't limit light....
I'm sure you get it, right?
strip me bare-for there's nothing here on earth to truly satisfy any appetite(bottomless pit); just ego drive evoluted-paved way by the prototypes.... ...
#LifeStruggles
#humankind
#WritingPoetry
#LifeCycle
#SelfWorth
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Fly Like An Eagle...
TicK Tock…
I wanna fly like an eagle to the warmth of the sun
Where the moon upon man’s repentance cannot hide from
Let the air carry me above in flight as my wings spread in the quest to be free
Where the reminisce of my soul my fall and be floated away by the current of the sea
Exemplifying to be the best, casting first stones, promising in vanity to be the chosen one, no, it is only an assertion which wallows when the mind is mentally unfit, resurrected as a misfit, when you are blind and cannot fathom your small presence among the...
I wanna fly like an eagle to the warmth of the sun
Where the moon upon man’s repentance cannot hide from
Let the air carry me above in flight as my wings spread in the quest to be free
Where the reminisce of my soul my fall and be floated away by the current of the sea
Exemplifying to be the best, casting first stones, promising in vanity to be the chosen one, no, it is only an assertion which wallows when the mind is mentally unfit, resurrected as a misfit, when you are blind and cannot fathom your small presence among the...
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#humankind
#philosophical
#poverty
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Hey Dudes,
Please don the mask of sanity
And leave it in its proper place
Where it covers the inanity
Of your ugly hominid face.
Place it before your angry brain
Lurking behind those dopey eyes
Where it prevents the character stain
Your baser antics won't disguise.
Oh you can call it one great lie,
That common courtesy of old,
But it's a finer thing to try
Than your sub cortical scold...
Ever the clumsy cliché cuss
As graceless as a blunderbuss
Or any shameless primal act
Demonstrating your lack of tact.
And leave it in its proper place
Where it covers the inanity
Of your ugly hominid face.
Place it before your angry brain
Lurking behind those dopey eyes
Where it prevents the character stain
Your baser antics won't disguise.
Oh you can call it one great lie,
That common courtesy of old,
But it's a finer thing to try
Than your sub cortical scold...
Ever the clumsy cliché cuss
As graceless as a blunderbuss
Or any shameless primal act
Demonstrating your lack of tact.
#men
#wisdom
#tolerance #masculinity
#tolerance #masculinity
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Modestly
Just a sort of modest proposal, really
From the Trust Fund fellow
Who did not like that
Portable kitchen called
A Moveable Feast as it rolled down
Near the corner of his block
And by the Parsonage
Thus creating a shadow
On the Golden Mile he lived on.
Yes, the image and the odors of destitute people
Clashed with the various sorts of
Classy perfumes and Eaux-de-Wealth
Used by people of his class and social standing.
Why not have the kitchen-on-wheels
Moved down to the subway tunnel
Out of view
Out of...
From the Trust Fund fellow
Who did not like that
Portable kitchen called
A Moveable Feast as it rolled down
Near the corner of his block
And by the Parsonage
Thus creating a shadow
On the Golden Mile he lived on.
Yes, the image and the odors of destitute people
Clashed with the various sorts of
Classy perfumes and Eaux-de-Wealth
Used by people of his class and social standing.
Why not have the kitchen-on-wheels
Moved down to the subway tunnel
Out of view
Out of...
#greed
#denial
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Nemo Saltat Sobrious
Is it possible to have an original
thought anymore?
Seems like everything’s already been said
and said
over and again
it’s hits you right in hubris when you realize the microcosm you live in is ubiquitous
thought anymore?
Seems like everything’s already been said
and said
over and again
it’s hits you right in hubris when you realize the microcosm you live in is ubiquitous
#WritingPoetry
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The Hour of Souls
It's when the raccoon wanders by
Backlit by pale beams of gold
No lunar lover could deny
Unless his heart was dead and cold.
How else might he be immune
To all the glories of the night
Where musical spheres sing a tune
Of heaven in its high delight?
And when the clouds come rolling in
To block the wanton lunar ray
The crowing cock will soon begin
The breaking of another day
Where the lullabies for that raccoon
Come from orbits of a waning moon!
Backlit by pale beams of gold
No lunar lover could deny
Unless his heart was dead and cold.
How else might he be immune
To all the glories of the night
Where musical spheres sing a tune
Of heaven in its high delight?
And when the clouds come rolling in
To block the wanton lunar ray
The crowing cock will soon begin
The breaking of another day
Where the lullabies for that raccoon
Come from orbits of a waning moon!
#universe
#animals
#night
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Official Reason
The Spirit
Of Community
Is on it's knees
In the cities
And the official reasons
Do not Rhyme
With Why
Of Community
Is on it's knees
In the cities
And the official reasons
Do not Rhyme
With Why
#honesty
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The Pictures Drawn
It's was just a matter of time before I decided to try
Equitable
Hey dude, I'm still in love with you.
Tell me,
people who know me
How can I not keep it? But I'm still cleaning
It's time to clean up this dump instead of moving on
It took me longer than most groups
The supernatural has to be, but it's not really so
Go to
They are the ones who see me and me
I kept uploading the pictures as calmly and steadily as I could
Whether you struggle to do what...
Equitable
Hey dude, I'm still in love with you.
Tell me,
people who know me
How can I not keep it? But I'm still cleaning
It's time to clean up this dump instead of moving on
It took me longer than most groups
The supernatural has to be, but it's not really so
Go to
They are the ones who see me and me
I kept uploading the pictures as calmly and steadily as I could
Whether you struggle to do what...
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Her Majesty
She's in a diminishing phase
From last quarter to the new
But soon all her crescent displays
Will please lunatics tried and true
Who watch her climb the eastern skies
As often as the clouds allow
That hallowed orb to hypnotize
The eyes beneath the caveman brow
Housing a love for midnight things
Like moonbeams in midsummer air
And Saturn in his sacred rings
Or screech owls who routinely stare
At all of that which lurks below
A moonrise of majestic glow!
From last quarter to the new
But soon all her crescent displays
Will please lunatics tried and true
Who watch her climb the eastern skies
As often as the clouds allow
That hallowed orb to hypnotize
The eyes beneath the caveman brow
Housing a love for midnight things
Like moonbeams in midsummer air
And Saturn in his sacred rings
Or screech owls who routinely stare
At all of that which lurks below
A moonrise of majestic glow!
#moon
#summer
#night
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Seems like Britain basically wants to rule the world again. Lol! Come on then Liz Truss let's fight them!
By Stanley Collymore
Get a life Liz Truss as what passes
for your present one has actually long ago passed its sell by date!
Ralistically therefore you basically
do really need, to be de-selected
by your constituents Liz. For you
are a dangerous and essentially
also, a distinctively delusionally
conceited idiot with absolutely
no principles whatsoever, and
literally too, those undeniably
repulsively, and self-servingly
repulsive, characteristics you
obviously have and would so ...
Get a life Liz Truss as what passes
for your present one has actually long ago passed its sell by date!
Ralistically therefore you basically
do really need, to be de-selected
by your constituents Liz. For you
are a dangerous and essentially
also, a distinctively delusionally
conceited idiot with absolutely
no principles whatsoever, and
literally too, those undeniably
repulsively, and self-servingly
repulsive, characteristics you
obviously have and would so ...
#hate
#dark
#greed
#denial
#emptiness
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Why did the chicken cross the road ?
Colin is an egg turner,
he turns eggs
until they crack,
then he hands
the chicks to Jack.
Jack is a chick feeder
he feeds up broilers.
Broilers get fat fast
so fat, they cant reach water
and their legs snap
under their own weight.
Meet the transport fleet
crammed into cases
at just seven weeks
broken legs, wings and beaks
Colin's daughter manages
the slaughter.
She puts them into shackles
cuts their throats
and boils off their feathers.
She sometimes forgets
to cut...
he turns eggs
until they crack,
then he hands
the chicks to Jack.
Jack is a chick feeder
he feeds up broilers.
Broilers get fat fast
so fat, they cant reach water
and their legs snap
under their own weight.
Meet the transport fleet
crammed into cases
at just seven weeks
broken legs, wings and beaks
Colin's daughter manages
the slaughter.
She puts them into shackles
cuts their throats
and boils off their feathers.
She sometimes forgets
to cut...
#animals
#morality
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DU Poetry : Poems about Life, Society and the World (Page 2)