Observational Poems Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poetry about life, society and the natural world
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
29th Dec 2024 7:06am
29th Dec 2024 7:06am
A Thousand Years From Forever (Eleven)
Serenading A Dream
The Golden Palace
The Supreme King’s Royal Bedchambers
Scotland
1700
He is lying Your Majesty, I have never allowed this man to touch or smell the fragrance of my skin
I am the Queen of Scotland, and am not an adulterer, as the King speaks before this inquiry begins
Upon your mercy, spare me the shame
I would like to remain in my castle, until my King returns, his arms I need to console
Someone has professed untruths upon the remnants of my humble spirit, words are being...
The Golden Palace
The Supreme King’s Royal Bedchambers
Scotland
1700
He is lying Your Majesty, I have never allowed this man to touch or smell the fragrance of my skin
I am the Queen of Scotland, and am not an adulterer, as the King speaks before this inquiry begins
Upon your mercy, spare me the shame
I would like to remain in my castle, until my King returns, his arms I need to console
Someone has professed untruths upon the remnants of my humble spirit, words are being...
#mythology
#water
180 reads
2 Comments
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
28th Dec 2024 7:22pm
28th Dec 2024 7:22pm
Greedy Bastard
Can you not just be content.....
Content in this moment......
No need to experience anything new.
You have it all.
Right here,right now.
You're the lucky one.
But the saddest one.
Awake in your future.
Asleep in your NOW.
Does the sky ask for more?
Content in this moment......
No need to experience anything new.
You have it all.
Right here,right now.
You're the lucky one.
But the saddest one.
Awake in your future.
Asleep in your NOW.
Does the sky ask for more?
#greed
53 reads
1 Comment
adagio
Poem Published
28th Dec 2024 3:18pm
28th Dec 2024 3:18pm
Breakable Wings
Narcissistic algorithms extorting the soul
with body politics and insanity's syllables
an illusionist with headlights driving in the
fog with no self-esteem like a Humpty Dumpty
with breakable wings
with body politics and insanity's syllables
an illusionist with headlights driving in the
fog with no self-esteem like a Humpty Dumpty
with breakable wings
#corruption
#hypocrisy
#morality #politics
#morality #politics
91 reads
4 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
28th Dec 2024 11:50am
28th Dec 2024 11:50am
not happy
Not Happy
This morning on a site. we saw the hotel where
Hemingway stayed to write an important book
We wait to see which bed he slept in, also
it is an ad when a site feels the need to out-basing
such triviality
In the newspaper, that day was struck the sameness
how articles were written "We need to talk about"
and so on
We are told of a Ukraine war, not the reason only
that Russia wants the rest of Europe and other
blatant lies
Any critical observation about Israel is dismissed
out of hand as anti-Semitic,...
This morning on a site. we saw the hotel where
Hemingway stayed to write an important book
We wait to see which bed he slept in, also
it is an ad when a site feels the need to out-basing
such triviality
In the newspaper, that day was struck the sameness
how articles were written "We need to talk about"
and so on
We are told of a Ukraine war, not the reason only
that Russia wants the rest of Europe and other
blatant lies
Any critical observation about Israel is dismissed
out of hand as anti-Semitic,...
#apathy
#bittersweet
#boredom #confusion
#boredom #confusion
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0 Comments
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
28th Dec 2024 8:16am
28th Dec 2024 8:16am
Doing my head in.
The flesh I am, existed in kind before I was even born.In the cells of other people.They held my future flesh and blood between their legs,waiting for the right conditions to arrive, to create a human being,a body only.
But me, the one you are now creating in your mind, is perception dependant, dependant on your biases and conditioning.The me you perceive will be different from the one I do and all others do.
Here in lies the lies.If enough people say I'm a good man you will believe it.You will perceive me differently without empirical evidence.
...
But me, the one you are now creating in your mind, is perception dependant, dependant on your biases and conditioning.The me you perceive will be different from the one I do and all others do.
Here in lies the lies.If enough people say I'm a good man you will believe it.You will perceive me differently without empirical evidence.
...
#identity
45 reads
4 Comments
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
26th Dec 2024 10:09pm
26th Dec 2024 10:09pm
peut ętre
Maybe we've got it round the wrong way?
Makes more sense to be sad and cry when a baby is born, that's when suffering begins.
Makes more sense to sing and dance when death arrives,that's when suffering ends.
Maybe.....it's just a thought.
Makes more sense to be sad and cry when a baby is born, that's when suffering begins.
Makes more sense to sing and dance when death arrives,that's when suffering ends.
Maybe.....it's just a thought.
#birth
#death
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backdeckbenny
Poem Published
26th Dec 2024 7:31pm
26th Dec 2024 7:31pm
Birdsong
I'm off to a funeral today.
I don't weep much at funerals anymore.
I simply contemplate.
Contemplate my human fate.
I will get old.
I will get sick.
I will die.
I will be separated from everyone and everything I own, have known.... loved.
When the funeral and wake are done, I'll go home to cook dinner and watch tv.
Life forgets death very quickly.
I don't weep much at funerals anymore.
I simply contemplate.
Contemplate my human fate.
I will get old.
I will get sick.
I will die.
I will be separated from everyone and everything I own, have known.... loved.
When the funeral and wake are done, I'll go home to cook dinner and watch tv.
Life forgets death very quickly.
#death
#funeral
32 reads
1 Comment
missjem56
Poem Published
25th Dec 2024 8:44pm
25th Dec 2024 8:44pm
The Poetree Tree
Autumn:
Words fall
Like Autumn leaves
Now jaded, but no longer jade
But a tapestry
Of 'rusty' colours
Of a myriad fading shades
Winter:
The fallen leaves
Now brown, and rotten
Crushed underfoot
And soon forgotten
As naked trees
Neon shades lost
Bare arms reaching out
For her missing children
Spring:
The cold dark bleakness of winter
Is soon replaced
As the golden glow
Of the sun
Begins to warm
As nature is reborn
The tree has new children ...
Words fall
Like Autumn leaves
Now jaded, but no longer jade
But a tapestry
Of 'rusty' colours
Of a myriad fading shades
Winter:
The fallen leaves
Now brown, and rotten
Crushed underfoot
And soon forgotten
As naked trees
Neon shades lost
Bare arms reaching out
For her missing children
Spring:
The cold dark bleakness of winter
Is soon replaced
As the golden glow
Of the sun
Begins to warm
As nature is reborn
The tree has new children ...
#beauty
#LifeAsAWriter
#nature #trees
#nature #trees
49 reads
1 Comment
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
25th Dec 2024 7:54pm
25th Dec 2024 7:54pm
A Thousand Years From Forever (Ten)
A Thousand Years From Forever
Queen Sephora’s Manor
Scotland
1700
Yes, I tell you the Queen left the Great Hall and we traveled the winding road out back
Usually, we brush her hair and read to her before her bedroom retired snack
It was rather peculiar she said the night wind whispered to her by name
We dressed appropriately, we uplifted our torches since the midnight hour had already gained
The Queen was talking to us three, then all of sudden, she was nowhere to be seen...
Queen Sephora’s Manor
Scotland
1700
Yes, I tell you the Queen left the Great Hall and we traveled the winding road out back
Usually, we brush her hair and read to her before her bedroom retired snack
It was rather peculiar she said the night wind whispered to her by name
We dressed appropriately, we uplifted our torches since the midnight hour had already gained
The Queen was talking to us three, then all of sudden, she was nowhere to be seen...
#mythology
#rebirth
#water
235 reads
5 Comments
Zazzles
Broomie
Broomie
Poem Published
25th Dec 2024 6:23pm
25th Dec 2024 6:23pm
Island retreat
One day the 1%
will take a private yacht
out of America
and then bomb the fuck
out of Americans
until everyone
is dead…
will take a private yacht
out of America
and then bomb the fuck
out of Americans
until everyone
is dead…
#PowerOfWords
#politics
151 reads
14 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
24th Dec 2024 1:52pm
24th Dec 2024 1:52pm
Silent Night, Holy Night
The Eastern Sun Kingdom
Twas Good Cheer
Oh, my King we are getting too old for this
Woman, we are melaninated, and created from the inhale and exhale of His nostrils, we are sacred cosmic dust upon the winds that drift
You still look the utopia of yesteryear, and sexy as Heaven’s twinkling stars
That’s only because you weakened me when I crossed your threshold bearing my presents, and after that night on your sleigh bed, looking back we’ve come so far
Gray haired after all these years, yet still giving humanity its much rewarded...
Twas Good Cheer
Oh, my King we are getting too old for this
Woman, we are melaninated, and created from the inhale and exhale of His nostrils, we are sacred cosmic dust upon the winds that drift
You still look the utopia of yesteryear, and sexy as Heaven’s twinkling stars
That’s only because you weakened me when I crossed your threshold bearing my presents, and after that night on your sleigh bed, looking back we’ve come so far
Gray haired after all these years, yet still giving humanity its much rewarded...
#holiday
#angels
279 reads
4 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
24th Dec 2024 2:39am
24th Dec 2024 2:39am
Fragile Existence
life is paper thin
a little tear
changes everything
a little tear
changes everything
#LifeCycle
#LifeStruggles
#minimalist #TruthOfLife
#minimalist #TruthOfLife
101 reads
4 Comments
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