Least Read Observational Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry about life, society and the natural world
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EQUIVALENT OCCURRENCES
A deep cry erupts the city street
A mother's heart races a rapid beat.
A whirlwind swivels round her baby girl
Toddler falls - as the world becomes a blur.
Traveling soul up to the heavens above
With the taste of her mother's love
Stifling numbness of her body on the ground
Panic strikes - drowning earthly sound.
Scent of eternity and freshly-cut grass
Awakens as the soul bypassed.
Do they come back, O God, the same?
Do they come back the same?
Filled with regrets, remorse and shame
Like a separation or divorce ...
A mother's heart races a rapid beat.
A whirlwind swivels round her baby girl
Toddler falls - as the world becomes a blur.
Traveling soul up to the heavens above
With the taste of her mother's love
Stifling numbness of her body on the ground
Panic strikes - drowning earthly sound.
Scent of eternity and freshly-cut grass
Awakens as the soul bypassed.
Do they come back, O God, the same?
Do they come back the same?
Filled with regrets, remorse and shame
Like a separation or divorce ...
#sadness
#shame
#confusion
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Spirits Of A Material Soul
You lurk among my shadows
Watching ...
Your silence as loud as thunderous applause
Your quiet glimpses an indictment to my soul
But don't look into my heart
It reeks with necrotic flesh decaying under an unrelenting sun
Food for predators and bottom feeders alike
Charred to obsidian it will only revive with honest true love
There's always Jarvik ...
Watching ...
Your silence as loud as thunderous applause
Your quiet glimpses an indictment to my soul
But don't look into my heart
It reeks with necrotic flesh decaying under an unrelenting sun
Food for predators and bottom feeders alike
Charred to obsidian it will only revive with honest true love
There's always Jarvik ...
#hurt
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Broken Faces
day to day life trials
crack away at the surface
shameful blemishes
crooked faults rafting down
river run tears
bruised and batter bound
misapplied scars harass
the eccentric lines of beauty
altering self-confidence
porcelain masks conceal
the ugliness of sorrow
bringing joy to emptiness
reflected emotional baggage
ripple through its pond
cascading false hopes of security
Open arms that once were warm
Now cold to touch
crack away at the surface
shameful blemishes
crooked faults rafting down
river run tears
bruised and batter bound
misapplied scars harass
the eccentric lines of beauty
altering self-confidence
porcelain masks conceal
the ugliness of sorrow
bringing joy to emptiness
reflected emotional baggage
ripple through its pond
cascading false hopes of security
Open arms that once were warm
Now cold to touch
#NaPoWriMo2022
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Deeper Meaning
Do you ever think where you are?
Do you ever think where you came from?
Do you ever think where you are going?
Do you ever wonder who is thinking the same?
Do you ever realize how far you've come?
How far you have to go?
Do you rate yourself vs. the world?
Or against the only thing that counts ...
your past self ...
Cheers to your present and your future!!!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f_Vh2dmyDv4
Do you ever think where you came from?
Do you ever think where you are going?
Do you ever wonder who is thinking the same?
Do you ever realize how far you've come?
How far you have to go?
Do you rate yourself vs. the world?
Or against the only thing that counts ...
your past self ...
Cheers to your present and your future!!!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f_Vh2dmyDv4
#love
#SelfWorth
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Meatball Surgery Or How I Purge?
Bloody wounds all 'round
Deep sucking oozing canyons
Of carnage seeping all 'round
White and red red and white
Black and red Black and white
My pages are made of gauze
Where I bleed my wounds on the bloody pages sworn
For all to gawk at and ridicule
In open argument or silent retinue
Here let me write more for your amusement
A flick of the blade ...
Flash of implement raised
A deft controlled slice with no more pain
As easy as that I open a vein ...
Bloody wounds all 'round
Spill...
Deep sucking oozing canyons
Of carnage seeping all 'round
White and red red and white
Black and red Black and white
My pages are made of gauze
Where I bleed my wounds on the bloody pages sworn
For all to gawk at and ridicule
In open argument or silent retinue
Here let me write more for your amusement
A flick of the blade ...
Flash of implement raised
A deft controlled slice with no more pain
As easy as that I open a vein ...
Bloody wounds all 'round
Spill...
#love
#LifeAsAWriter
#frustration
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Dissonant Chimes In The Soundtrack Of Life
Calling out of tune Dammit!
Blaring when dulce demanded
Tinkle tackle tingly
Skin crawling with aversion
Cant they see its subversion
Underwater it might do
Cackling and crackling
In open sunny air
Only leads to despair
Clackety crackle pop
Stop it dammit!!!
Definitely not Janet!!!
Slipping the knot
Drop the chair
Cant you see how your words
Can lead to permanent disrepair
Tss ba ba tss ba ba tss ba ba splash
Better now it's time to crash ...
...
Blaring when dulce demanded
Tinkle tackle tingly
Skin crawling with aversion
Cant they see its subversion
Underwater it might do
Cackling and crackling
In open sunny air
Only leads to despair
Clackety crackle pop
Stop it dammit!!!
Definitely not Janet!!!
Slipping the knot
Drop the chair
Cant you see how your words
Can lead to permanent disrepair
Tss ba ba tss ba ba tss ba ba splash
Better now it's time to crash ...
...
#love
#depression
#MentalHealth #despair
#MentalHealth #despair
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Never Surrender
Sometimes we think of life in concrete terms
When maybe it's only that just out of reach nest of dreams
We're destined to chase and reach for pulling us through
Until we just stop ... all a ploy to keep us moving until we can't
Or not ...
When maybe it's only that just out of reach nest of dreams
We're destined to chase and reach for pulling us through
Until we just stop ... all a ploy to keep us moving until we can't
Or not ...
#love
#LifeCycle
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On Compassion
To do a thing that serves you is good
To do a thing that helps you is good
To do a thing that doesnt serve or help you
That provides even a sliver of service to another is compassion ...
Proud to know so many such souls ... and more are needed
You are always welcome ...
Bless and love ...
To do a thing that helps you is good
To do a thing that doesnt serve or help you
That provides even a sliver of service to another is compassion ...
Proud to know so many such souls ... and more are needed
You are always welcome ...
Bless and love ...
#love
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Kill NAPO!!!
Verbs fired
Words hired
Sentences desired
April’s wired
Thoughts required
Poetry’s inspired
Verbal soup
Loop de loop
Mentally regroup
Fly the coupe
Letters droop
Here’s the scoop
Alphabet spillage
Trauma village
30-day pillage
Pronoun drive-bys
For Napo guys
Rainy skies
Truth and lies
Character dies
Unsubstantiated highs
So much skill
Swallow the pill
Fit the bill
Fall is chill
Choke on words
Mocking birds
Resurrected nerds ...
Words hired
Sentences desired
April’s wired
Thoughts required
Poetry’s inspired
Verbal soup
Loop de loop
Mentally regroup
Fly the coupe
Letters droop
Here’s the scoop
Alphabet spillage
Trauma village
30-day pillage
Pronoun drive-bys
For Napo guys
Rainy skies
Truth and lies
Character dies
Unsubstantiated highs
So much skill
Swallow the pill
Fit the bill
Fall is chill
Choke on words
Mocking birds
Resurrected nerds ...
#NaPoWriMo2022
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Lakeside 29/30
And the wind soughing in the trees
Catches in their ears, is sent out
In scouting parties of sensation down their spines.
If you say it became language or it was nothing,
Who touched whom?
In what hurtle of starlight?
Poor language, poor theory
Of language. - Robert Hass
I take out the box, it could be any kind-
a shoebox or a treasure chest, or a room-
and currently the lid is closed. I’m not
here to talk about the cat,
if it’s dead or present. Here I am in life,
opening it and what do you know
but a...
Catches in their ears, is sent out
In scouting parties of sensation down their spines.
If you say it became language or it was nothing,
Who touched whom?
In what hurtle of starlight?
Poor language, poor theory
Of language. - Robert Hass
I take out the box, it could be any kind-
a shoebox or a treasure chest, or a room-
and currently the lid is closed. I’m not
here to talk about the cat,
if it’s dead or present. Here I am in life,
opening it and what do you know
but a...
#identity
#NaPoWriMo2019
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Sleepless Nights in The Devil's Playground Prt 4
The 4 Horseman
Part 4
The Pale Horse:
His mantle of limbo souls enflame
His unyielding edifice of bones
He rides the spirit realm in Hades name
Reaping fresh new souls to their eternal homes
His eye sockets are wide and empty
Brimming full with an unrestful blaze
His sheep for his farm are plenty
The immortal harbinger until the end of days
His face is saturated with death
A voided portal no mortal has ever seen
Fireflies caught in a jar reenact our last breath
The horse he rides is sickly green ...
Part 4
The Pale Horse:
His mantle of limbo souls enflame
His unyielding edifice of bones
He rides the spirit realm in Hades name
Reaping fresh new souls to their eternal homes
His eye sockets are wide and empty
Brimming full with an unrestful blaze
His sheep for his farm are plenty
The immortal harbinger until the end of days
His face is saturated with death
A voided portal no mortal has ever seen
Fireflies caught in a jar reenact our last breath
The horse he rides is sickly green ...
#NaPoWriMo2020
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Lakeside 21/30
It is a fact, a small fact. A known one
among our kind. Among the singed.
Among the moths of fringes and in their
fringes is this fact burnt from that what
we misunderstand as the moon in the kitchen.
It is a joyous metaphor of the night-blues.
There we edge drawers of butchers
and carvers. There we prosody
with the mashers and the strainers.
The boiling point and the preservatives,
the thermostat that will sink in a side.
All those are emotions ready at hand
for lamentations of...
among our kind. Among the singed.
Among the moths of fringes and in their
fringes is this fact burnt from that what
we misunderstand as the moon in the kitchen.
It is a joyous metaphor of the night-blues.
There we edge drawers of butchers
and carvers. There we prosody
with the mashers and the strainers.
The boiling point and the preservatives,
the thermostat that will sink in a side.
All those are emotions ready at hand
for lamentations of...
#identity
#nature
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
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