Best Observant Poems
Five thousand years before the sky was introduced with the sea
It was at that time, that God wrote your name adjacent to me
I wandered through the world, seeking a mind that felt like home
a quiet soul who studies life the way the curious often roam
someone whose gentle thoughts align with questions I once knew
and in that search, my heart kept hoping it would somehow lead to you
Then suddenly you appeared, half-hidden in a tender light
your olive skin aglow, soft as dawn breaking through night
your glasses framed a gaze observant, calm, and wise
as though you carried galaxies behind the quiet of your eyes
My restless heart fell silent, finding rhythm in your tone
as if two thoughtful wanderers had finally found their own
in that moment time surrendered, letting destiny unfold
and our scattered stories met like truths waiting to be told
We stood upon fate’s station, unsure of where to go
carrying unanswered hopes we rarely chose to show
yet side by side we stepped toward a path both strange and true
guided by a gentle pull that stitched my soul to you
I never was a poet, nor had I mastered art or rhyme
until your presence filled my verses, line by line
your steady gaze, so tender, each drew me near at last
turning every fleeting moment into echoes that will last
For in heaven, God made everyone perfect lovers
But we were lucky to find each other in this world
For Five thousand years before the sky was introduced with the sea
It was at that time that God wrote your name adjacent to me
22 December 2018
Are we sacred souls
who shed our flimsy flesh
like slimy serpents
shed their skin?
Be observant,
but show no chagrin,
for in learning life’s lessons
we lessen our scars in the next.
It’s the game master’s pretext,
yet a disaster for those
who guard their granite heart
as if, by giving love away,
they might have less.
Perhaps it is best,
to toss love about in tenfold,
for souls only glimmer,
when they reflect light.
But it is dark inside now.
So…alas …
Goodnight.
There are certain people
who appear to be normal on the outside
like the have it all together.
To me, these people remind me of walking statues,
that walk around wearing these big genuine
ridiculous phony smiles.
Once you go beneath the surface,
its a whole different world,
where silence is mostly spoken.
And when you're in their presence
which,you'll never know when,
or,where that will be.
So you must always stay on guard
because,they're very observant,
and,very crafty in choosing their words wisely,
in order not to be detected.
And whatever you say,
or do,might come back
and haunt you.
But,this'll all depend
on how conduct yourself.
At the same time
while you're desperately walk on eggshells
trying not to slip up.
Insanity slowly begins its journey
into your mind,
torturing you with every passing second,
causing extreme sweating and
making your heart beat out of control.
And as long as you let them see your weakness,
they will continue to torture you with their fakness .
The earth is the Lord's and the fullness thereof.
And He scatters His poems below and above.
You can see a poem singing on a tree branch at dawn,
or falling down as dew on a neighbor's next door lawn.
There's a poem in a soldier's returning smile,
as he hugs his wife and newborn baby child.
You can see a poem in the heaven's stars at night.
Or, in a brilliant sunrise with silver flashing lights.
Poems are everywhere you look,
but unseen by others, like an unopened book.
A poet will see a poem, throughout the earth and sky.
So aren't you glad God gave you a poet's observant eye!
Notice that poem lying in broken shards of glass,
shimmering blue in the sun, as you look while walking pass.
Or, watch the wind playing with falling autumn leaves.
Then see Summertime's magic, or in Winter's snow white freeze.
Poem's sit there, waiting for you to pick up your pen and write
about earth's beauty, displayed like flowers in plain sight.
Don't you see that poem, walking down the street,
sitting on a bus bench, or grabbing a bite to eat?
Poems gurgle in bubbling brooks.
They hide under rocks and inside your books.
At breakfast, they cry out to you, "Here I am!
Taste me! I'm the blackberry in your jam."
So write me a poem and I'll write one, too.
And don't tell me you can't find one, it's staring right at you!
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For SKAT A Contest
Any old poem #10
2014 poem
I wish, for a moment—I could vanish,
like a dream dreamt not to last,
so that ones that dream of me
would falter and wonder
where has she gone?
I wish, that I was a hummingbird
buzzing in and out of sight,
that only observant eyes
and special hearts
can fly with
I wish I was the color
of your favorite thought,
waning and growing
with swelling light
bent on a candid smile
How I wish—and ever more,
that I could be just as I am
and take that little bit of sand
of what we seem to be,
and turn it into something vast—
something true, and welcome
Utopian dreams of HALCYON days are blind to devilry.
Where OPULENT wealth with SONOROUS, grandiloquence,are feared by JEALOUSY.
PENUMBRA casts it's shadow dark, so prying eyes don't see the Light,
And DESULTRY whose changing ways, distracts observant eyes.
EXUBERANT spirits are deluding, masking minds from clarity.
CREPUSCULAR, earths twilight night, and eerie shades of dawn,
Where evil hides in virtues guise, as Faith then Hope and Charity.
Those VISCERAL feelings deep inside, are lampooned by pasquinades.
These sarcastic, CYNICAL tirades, arranged by evil to avert, the devil in disguise,
Who tempts with promises he will not keep, beware, be very wise.
1/ 30/ 2016.
Have you seen the soft and fluffy clouds
drifting slowly through the skies,
while you sit and listen quietly
to animals mating cries?
Have you seen the purple twilight
as nighttime starts to show?
Have you seen a million stars appear
and make the sky aglow?
Have you seen the golden moonlight
caress the surging tide?
Have you camped beside a campfire
with your loved ones by your side?
Have you heard a songbird singing
on a quiet summer night?
Have you seen a night-owl flying by
just before daylight?
Have you stood atop a mountain
and gazed out upon the land?
Have you seen some cattle grazing
in the fields so green and grand?
There's so much beauty in this world,
be observant and you'll find,
if you just step back and take it in,
it can give you Peace of Mind!
Glass, a lid
Slipping, a curtain of purest water
Drop
Now fainting, waking and beating
Closer growing, armoury for an apparition
Dreaming of wings, but oh,
But oh
Trail, paper
Walls are covered and so I cover
Following observant
Back in archives of interwar
My sister stood, my shadow
Overbearing and eating me
Beating with a pulse
The cave is a womb
Rounded as a core
Living reaching further back
Eat
The mud and Eden
Slowly ice white
Breathing, you can see
The clingfilm
Growing like a bulb
A world of atoms
Crushed
Oh Daffodil,
The sun is shining under smog light
And over the echo we...
Interwar
How I have my reservations
That we are ever even out
And face to face
A solid
Cold
Brick wall
And I call you
Bonn and you call me
Dead Berlin
A gathering of
Correspondence
A scattering of
Dirty nothings.
the stages of life
the planetary times
I, an observant poet, appreciate
living the beautiful days and nights...
when the morning opens the curtains
letting pass splendid light
when the sun penetrates into the day...
Then the colors, the flowers arrive
and singing birds brighten the landscape...
from the earth...
Also when the days are erased
the time has come to enjoy the reflection,
the meditation...
Already in the afternoons that ended,
call the dark time,
then we have the firefly contest
who compete humbly
with the radiant stars
to decorate the immensity...
Then the poet reaffirms that
all times are filled with glory,
at the divine feast of consecration...!
HAIKU
flowerflies hover
dragonflies so observant
delicious dessert
“Life --- commenced by God’s love, with soul quickened through His grace, spirit revived in His strength, faith buttressed upon His truth --- abides forever worshipful.” Poet (Beata B. Agustin)
Guilty, devoid of own righteousness in God’s sight
Condemned to hell’s wrath, my soul was transgression-slain
Yet, the Lord reached out to me from His lofty height
Offering compassion of eternal life gain.
Hopelessly perishing, but now redeemed by grace
My spirit praises the Saviour with grateful glow
Exalting His holy name upon Scriptures' brace
While serving in His ministry of blessings’ flow.
Receiver of love’s opulence midst pardon seal
My heart rejoiced for gift that was sacrifice-priced
Such did ransom me from sin torturous ordeal
paid sufficiently by the blood of Jesus Christ.
I cleave* to the Almighty, upheld by His hand
Triumphantly worshipping as His called servant
Sharing the Gospel all the way to promised land
Awaiting His coming; with prayer, observant.
Guilty, devoid of own righteousness in God’s sight
Hopelessly perishing, but now redeemed by grace
Receiver of love’s opulence midst pardon seal
I cleave to the Almighty, upheld by His hand.
*Deuteronomy 30:20 That thou mayest love the LORD thy God, and that thou mayest obey his voice, and that thou mayest cleave unto him: for he is thy life, and the length of thy days: that thou mayest dwell in the land which the LORD sware unto thy fathers, to Abraham, to Isaac, and to Jacob, to give them.
December 7, 2020
3rd place, "My Created Form- Rhyme4 Mix" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 12/13/2020.
When it comes to poetry and fiction,
The last thing a writer should want to be is a liar.
Ironically, in his quest for the truth, a writer must frequently lie.
Absolute accuracy is not the point in a poetic or fictional landscape.
The most important element is that the writer, himself,
Like the most convincing actor, believes the lie he is telling.
Writing, like life, is in the details.
What really happened is irrelevant.
The truth, as it were, if it were,
Can always be found in the perspective of an observant reader.
Intricate patterns hide beneath the surface
Waiting to be found by someone
Observant enough to see
the beauty they can bring
Simple yet beautiful,
They bring joy to all around,
And complete it once they are found
The little lines lie listening for someone to look,
And suddenly they are found
Upon the precipice
enshrouded in the mists of eternity
are stories impressed upon the ethers;
the attentive soul that listens to their whispers
is a guiding light in the darkness.
What we learn from past secrets;
histories that we haven't encountered,
rests in an ethereal library
and the observant soul, though encumbered by the physical
always has a voice with which to share their wisdom.
My favorite seat in the library is that of the observant shaman.
Revised 1-16-2022
1-16-2022
Earth Life Purpose Poetry Contest
Unseeking Seeker
Placed Second In :
Spring Sonata Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph Bru
Spring Sonata
When the queen of seasons serenades her sonata
And the spring sun spreads its soft shine on earth,
It`s time for daisies purple and blue to take birth anew,
For lilies pink and white to spring out from slumber
And daffodils yellow to garb on a new dress.
When the spring shine gently warms the air far and wide,
It`s time for camellias deep red to parade their blooms,
Vie with the splendour of tulips orange
And spy the frolics of skillful bees
Stealing nectar from the midst of flowers.
When the sweet breeze of spring sings its song,
It`s time for flowers to display their pomp
And their brilliance to all observant eyes,
Pervade the air with their delicious scent
And radiate the joy of life and living.
When the spring morn creeps in at dawn,
It`s time to lend ears to sparrows
Tweeting and twittering at ease
Amidst robins chirping with grace
While scanning the air with flapping wings.
When the moon and stars of spring slips in,
It`s time for sages to stare at the shine
Subdued by a slight breeze that caresses the skin,
And for staunch lovers to stitch sweet sugary dreams
In the stark silence of their silken couch.
When the gentle night of spring steps in,
It`s fitting time to scribble a serenade
To hail the gracious queen of seasons
And offer to her heartiest appreciation
For bestowing on man her generous boons.