Best Binocular Poems
Hints not taken from countless missed calls,
and no replies to tons of texts.
Still she searches through social media clues,
pursuing like a hunter,
pondering why his green light illuminates.
Investigating google's archives,
she claims to be his number one fan.
She knows the clothes he wears
and the places where he eats.
Downloading images does not crave her fascination.
She follows him like the moon.
Lurking..
Standing at corners, hidden in alleys.
Her binocular eyes preying on him.
He can feel her watching silently.
Hear her obsessive deep breaths,
ensuing his every step.
The sight of her eerie image
is like a million beetles,
crawling under his skin,
driving him insane - controlling his mind.
Her nauseating voice leads to nervous sensations
with outbreaks of panicky perspiration.
His stomach tightens and heart beats violently.
His eyes glare in shock, his body seems frozen.
and all she can say is;
" I do it because I love you!"
Silent One
Simple Musing
7 November 2017
Just a quick example for the 'stalker' contest
Categories:
binocular, abuse, angst,
Form:
Prose
Cover me in feathery down,
warmth against winter chills and frozen ground
leave me to sleep in deep refrain,
until tidal waves recreates my home again.
Step, step, stepping in deep snow,
Hobnail boot prints in trailing go.
Full blown blossom,
tis Spring
Showers of rain
Drip, drip, drops
Filling open flower cups.
Fluttering bird trapped in cage,
tempting fate,
it's door stands open wide.
Halt who goes there,
Red Robin sings
standing as sentinel
to nesting birds
as billing and cooing
their courting done.
Hanging basket suspended
from patio frame,
Purple-striped lobelia
is the plastic tagged name.
Spring marigolds planted
in beds so neat
Foraging nocturnal rabbits,
are now replete.
Castle turrets in skyline frame
Dark in silhouette
Formidable whether friend or foe
Sheltering community from the Viking horde.
Boatman concealed in hooded cloak
Waits across the river at midnight
Beckoning stranger with jingling coins
Tempting providence,
Boatman swiftly rows to comply
A flickering moonbeam
highlights his features;
no face, but skeleton skull,
Death rows the hapless stranger to the other side.
Circling bald eagle over misty moor,
wings outstretched,
as it begins to soar,
Over mountain ranges on thermal air,
effortless in flight,
though as an insignificant insect
to binocular- less eyes.
Blackberries are ripening
Along bridle track.
Children gathering them
As purple lips smack.
Time zone crossed
vow affirming
two lovers reunite
for all eternity.
Eleven p.m. strikes,
showing the late hour,
As ash residue,
through fire grate,
falls in a dusty shower.
In the early hours,
A lone dog howling
at an indistinct sound
Inciting a duet
with a neighbouring hound.
Categories:
binocular, change,
Form:
Free verse
copyright© shonima burman
In the deep darkness of night,
They complete their silent flight.
With a flat face and forward facing eyes,
They rotate their head and neck upto 270 degrees.
Despite having binocular vision,
Their eyes are completely immobile in action.
Ear tufts are meant for camouflage and aggression,
These birds are shrewd and quick in predation.
With ears set asymmetrically on their skull,
These carnivorous birds have coloration mostly dull.
Mainly live on eating insects and small rodents,
They constitute an important part of the ecosystem.
They create a wide variety of vocalization,
They are an unique wonder of God's creation!
Categories:
binocular, bird, night,
Form:
Rhyme
A new species,
In the mist appears
Darkness disappears,
In his binocular spheres
Never seen before smiles
To conquer primitive fears
Overcoming basic instincts
To rule he was destined
The beauty of his offspring
Bright as a fresh ray of spring
An innovative, beautiful mind
Leaving the prehistoric behind
He ran like a Kenyan
He fought like a Spartan
And told stories like a historian
And healed gladiators like a physician
He is a galactic child
Searching for the cities of gold
For all his life he was told
Go wild before you get old
Categories:
binocular, beauty, world,
Form:
Rhyme
Perched on a leaf in angelic pose
(praying for a meal I suppose)
It patiently awaits its prey
And when a bee lands on a rose
It is captured without delay
With long legs and predatory precision
enhanced by eyes with binocular vision
They are able to detect ultrasound
and can evade bats that hunt them down
But mating can be a deadly game
as the female often eats the male
but she enjoys it just the same
her seduction never fails
Categories:
binocular, insect, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
My first spectacles perched on my nose,
with frame and glasses, my first photo pose.
Optician cried," Wow!, Can you see clear now?"
"Oh Yes, my beautiful binocular,
I could see my world, all spectacular.
But my future still looked blurred
my weak eyes, cured of myopia
yearned to see an invisible utopia."
I grew old...
Sneaked in bifocals, and life changed gear.
Optician cried," dear, can you see your near?"
"Oh yes, my reading glass was crystal clear.
But why was my heart so full of fear?
With wide open eyes, I still couldn't see,
so many people who were close to me."
I grew older and older...
My retinal sight, now had vision of night.
Cold darkness spread in broad daylight.
Unlimited vision, I could see a closing door,
waiting for the day...I wouldn't see anymore.
Categories:
binocular, age, death, emotions, fear,
Form:
Rhyme
- 252 - fireflies -
phantasy times dream
luminous in the pitch dark -
does not charge in rain…
- 253 - luna -
bewitched by moonlight
it doesn't attack anyone -
loyal companion
- 254 -"trolltunga"
troll's tongue -
walks on the troll's tongue
a spectacular landscape
accept the challenge
- 255 -by sunshine -
huge cushioned mountains
snow shine in the eyelashes -
the soul's strings resting
- 256- frozen lake -
winter on water
transparent freezing of ice -
warm gray woolen socks
- 257 - survives -
off the beaten track
the river behind the barn -
small trees defiant
- 258 - winter sunset -
on heaven's canvas
watch the fire between portals -
blushing with beauty
- 259 - strength -
any type of rose
reaching for heavenly dreams -
the name doesn't matter
- 260 - almost untouched -
a dear place to live
this vibrant winter landscape -
time for enjoyment
- 261 - proximity -
an edge of the sky
the mind's silent guardians -
with life giving warmth
- 262 - forest elf -
before the midnight
wings glistening in dew pearls -
grew up in forest
- 263 - majestic -
bold as foaming waves
watch the sea with eagle eyes -
binocular view
- 264 - frozen -
nature's ice sculptures
an ephemeral beauty -
spirit of winter
- 265 - no chicken feet -
a steaming sauna
enjoy dip in the cold pool -
with resting heart rate
- 266- off and on -
strange whims of winter
thoughts of spring are comforting -
the old winter coat
- 267 - dazzling -
vibrant sunset fades
inevitable twilight -
the night silhouettes
- 268 - snow kiss -
the snowfall of grace
soft touch with a tender kiss -
mercy set me free
- 269 - landscape -
twilight light reflects
on the snow covered mountains -
air is fresh and crisp
26.01.2023
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Categories:
binocular, beauty, nature,
Form:
Haiku
a day we went round in cycles until our senses cracked open
our eyes into the vangogh
greens birched our ears smacked by seabirds gulls
gobbing off perchpolluted in our nostrils the toxic bay
and ozonescent that seaweed belches beyond which
we touch base grounded through our sneakers over
mandrakehandled roots thirsty the
ariels of the island it thralls me and I am also video
pronouncing this is metafiasco you leading me
landing us nowheres following the one true path to
enjambment
of the dark of chlorophyll
waterless the sun photos and we are waterless
set in a shoot of turning shoots lifeline
a fake slick of isthmus cast off cast off you
and I am all crenulations and palisades thinking this all must
come to an ending to ahead like slipshod jackdaws come
crisping across the heat toasted toadstools stopping only to talk and yes
even to each other sweating chanting hums decomposing
future memoirs spying
on the natives howling from the tourists two
last things finding binocular hands listless cutoff
from the cymbeline sand by short steep racks of rockwalls sandwiched
by soil and grass and an idling car pulsing
in the early afterlight a magic roustabout of tapping
every faculty each musty sense one more day slapped down in
stone for an organgrinding holy day
Categories:
binocular, nostalgia, day,
Form:
Free verse
Street-lights golden nuggets on a plane
I shimmer with anticipation
Aircraft dips left like a soaring hawk
Golden eyes zero in on its prey
Aloft and descending turbulence
Undercarriage open like talons
Binocular vision so alert
As screeching rubber thumps the tarmac
Decelerate adrenal glands pump
Undoing buckles my thoughts floating
About casual normality
Within casual catastrophe
We have naturally come so far
Yet I feel so unnatural here
Aircraft mobiles cars cities and things
Overwhelming sophistication
Better to lie in my earthen bed
Feeling the pulse of my heart beating
Better to be the hawk in the sky
Feeling the wind ruffle through my wings
Categories:
binocular, allegory
Form:
The Long Delay
On glittering morning sea I saw a u-boat surface
covered in barnacles and seaweed.
On its bridge the captain looking onto shore with
his binocular, scanning the land for enemy activity.
He saw me and I waved, this he took as sign to
attack and fired off a torpedo.
On aqua marine a white stripe, and the torpedo
ploughed into a sandbank but didn´t explode.
The captain shrugged climbed down into his boat
closed the hatch and gave order to dive.
The skipper and his crew, had waited sixty years
for a vital radio signal: Go back to base.
Categories:
binocular, mystery,
Form:
Blank verse
The
cubist
separates
binocular
views-
a
jigsaw
of angles
and fragmented
forms
Ekphrasis after Woman with a Guitar by Picasso
Categories:
binocular, art, people,
Form:
Lanterne
Abandoned baby on the doorstep,
a post-partum
depression delivery
Pitter-patter sound of feet running away
Binocular scissors
cut the umbilical cord emotionally
Driving in the morning rain
to nowhere in particular ...
moving aimlessly thru the downpour
Drowned by sad thoughts
of her baby crying in another woman’s arms
Growing up biologically unaware,
laughing and playing with foster friends
Embracing adopted parents who care,
and were always there ...
From the first unannounced ring of the bell
A bundled surprise
wrapped in a warm blanket mystery
The mourning after regret
of a mother’s blessed painful delivery
For her abrogated responsibility misdeed,
she gets a cursed awakening daily received
So she takes two pills each misty-eye morning
to numb the womb pain
And to sedate the maternal guilt,
she takes two more
in the dying twilight mourning evening
Mourning to mourning ... perpetual night,
dark dawning awareness which so terrifies
A moon miscarriage of tears
gives the stillborn hope
dry root forgiveness no growth inside
Phantom wails
from a sheet-covered, empty bassinet
Ghostly infant lips
pressed to her barren heart,
which beats hollow
Twin bosom of sour regret ...
a bitter aftertaste
of a mother’s mourning love
left abandoned
on a stranger’s doorstep
Categories:
binocular, baby, grief, mother, pain,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
LANTERNE PHRASIS 2
Coloured filled swathes,bands of
blocks,circles,squares&oblongs
attached yet apart in migrainous
views,grating abstract shapes
triggering stark sensations.A
painted mist,emblems of the mind
introspectives that hover between
the abnormal & true.A light-dark unity of
pervading symbols in perspectives,
simple yet meticulous,weaved into
themes& threads from the
subliminal mind,emotions filtered
from the emperic.Melancholy &
resignated,fleeting,fragmented
binocular views delicate as lace.
in close-up shapes & shadows
soften & shade into blended
views inside from out,juxtaposed.
A genre understood by all drip
as words into the ear.
From my Lanterne poetry publication 2005
Listen to me recite this part phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthys chiro
Categories:
binocular, poetry, perspective,
Form:
Verse
Young fathers;
Young men
Left to be fathers
Of their own.
Answering
To the call of nature,
they crave for some flesh
At an unripe age.
The prize
They cannot pay,
The pain
They can't keep.
No Level
But BaBa God
Dey
Is their slogan.
Probable fathers;
Their journey,
Begins with a
mind set
Tattooed on their
attitude
They call hustle.
An in apt fatherhood,
foundations
Of wild polygamy.
And father not always there
To serve them
a cup of advice
To purge away
Their ignorance
Young fathers;
Na like this
We go dey dey?
An exclamation
From inner pain.
Any how any how
E bi
Ogoro must jump
We nay dey carry last
Kpatakpata na draw
Probable fathers;
Make we use am
Take see front.
Getting into the battle
before learning
the art of war
they chose.
Young fathers;
The street,
Is my colour,
Arrogance
Is my attitude.
smoking
is my ginger
and drinking
is my appetite.
Man no die,
Man no rotten
either good
Or bad,
Man must munch.
O Fathers Of today,
please keep a bullseye
on tomorrow Leaders
with a binocular
As insight into the future
and map of direction into
their tomorrow as they
grow old today
To make of them responsible
Fathers of their
3RD PLACE
BRIAN'S CHOICE T,any form,any theme
Time.
Categories:
binocular, absence, abuse, age, anger,
Form:
Free verse
one on one contact
binocular inspection —
a natural love
2/24/2019
Sponsor: James Edward Lee Sr.
Categories:
binocular, writing,
Form:
Haiku