Best Observation Poems

We oft expect of others,
In most given situations,
What we ourselves would do,
For it's our inclination,

To think that we are all the same,
So we think they would do,
The same as we if we should find,
Ourselves in those same shoes;

So when we suspect another,
Of some skullduggery,
Or we...

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It was not that she was the only woman in the group, when mingling precariously beneath the bronze figure of William Booth, or her classic stance, when placing saintly, the newsprint covered bottle to lips willingly breached, but her opulent style, her contrast of attire,...

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OBSERVATION

Every town
I mean town or city
Has one
And it aint pretty
There’s this old, red brick building
Nothin on either side 
No place for a dealer or his junky to hide
Hell no!
This wreck’s been boarded-up for years
Everything all round’s been torn down
Once in a while some truck’ll ...

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OBSERVATION – 2017

Far from Monet’s garden
    with ruptured thought of plain air
the futurist philosophers have tasted
    the poison mushroom
        and rushed to Bethlehem

As though mere noise will save the day
They wave to...

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Firstly, one has to take into account their scientific peers’ remarks,
As to the likely cause of how an Earthquake starts.
Some forums say it is caused by the shift in tectonic plates,
Others seem to doubt, seem to hesitate.
Some believe a government conspiracy of a machine that...

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Peace and war
Often lived here over the years
Even though initiated by the few
Tears were created between many
Relaxation and growth was the PS purpose
Yet they in themselves had to be fought for

Still, with time, peace would prevail
Offences are still doled and taken
Until all are free of...

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no 2 people can see the same light photon ~ yet both can’t miss the void 

one hundred trillion photons hits our eyes each second ~ don’t be devoid 


By 
David Kavanagh...

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I put a man on the moon
… I helped

I carried flame across the sky
… Without a net

I took Heaven’s obsolete virginity
And displayed the taking
On a billion TV screens

For I am God’s child
And what there is, is mine

Mine to take
Mine to hold

Mine to stand by and...

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Wind circulates, lifting and flattening
an otherwise, benign, breathless world, 
relying also on deeper, slowly moving
tectonics, belching foully, scattering
seas...effecting change.  Seasons like Sun
rejoice and fold. An occasional comet or 
meteor perhaps a compassionate
God-sent, heaven rethinking the dawdling 
pace of destiny….  Man a defiant offspring,
rejecting...

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A Martian spy from the earth fled
and to his superiors said,
“Although no one is near,
they still talk hand to ear.
Too much oxygen’s gone to their head.”

For Carolyn Devnoshire's contest: Out of this world limericks...

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With the beauty of the eyes - I see
The optical illusion runs through my mind
Looking - i observe behaviorism
My eyes they wander - I write reflections
Vivid of personality - I am astounded
I speculate! May I be bewildered
Wow! Etiquette becomes me
Yet i still wonder - seeing...

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I sat quietly staring out the porthole window
As we were passing over a village in the low hills
A cumulus cloud casting over its ominous shadow
Far below in the silence of the engine’s shrills,  
I wondered where those tiny people were going 
Beneath the wing...

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Fish are named
Lazarus and Carl Jung 
they swim in the library, art studio,
that spare room 
where I write, paint.
Their eyes are the size 
of their stomachs.
They mouth dreams
in silence behind glass.

I stare back, envious
of graceful slow motion angel gills
immersed in a tank of tears
gathered from...

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Café Watch


Sitting in a café, watching life pass by.
People rushing into shops; important stuff to buy.
Groups of foreign workers, stopping, shaking hands;
Local people bustling by – can’t interrupt their plans.

Outside, a lonely busker tries hard to make a splash,
But in these post-pandemic days, so few...

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In the wink the suns rays turn black to silver
In molten precision 
He leaps; hopping
A mystic dance around his meal
Cloaked in glistening pitch
The whisper of each immaculate feather
brushing against the others
No more a flawless symphony could nature compose
than the sounds of a raven, being...

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