Best Observer Poems
I see you from a distance
Silently you cry as your heart is crushed by indiscretion
You scream out from within to be free
Loyalty and desire hold you captive
Fear engulfs and strangles you
He loves you or does he?
Are his words enough without the emotions?
You seek comfort and fulfillment only to remain empty
Longing surrounds you like chains
Binding you to him
Passion and love are what you seek
Trust is lost and you rely on instinct
Begging and feeling a loss of dignity you continue on
Your relationship hanging by a thread
I watch, I observe, and I listen
I see you and your reflection; your soul
I watch as you fall to your knees to pray
I listen and hear the words repeating
I conclude that you are me
Copyright © 2009 Lena “Lolita” Townsend
The moon watched over the park with a star by its side
A tint of gold reflected from trees where things can hide
The park was empty and quiet, with frozen ground, no snow
Just a place to discover things, a welcoming place to go
The leaves from fall remained along the path to walk
where you may just want to get away and not have to talk
The skies were friendly, where the moon shared its space
Along with the star, smiles glowed from its shining face
It lit the sky with inspiration, observing from above
One can only believe, it was created from true love
Heidi Sands
1/10/25
(C)opyright
Kite-Surfer prepares for his thrilling ride
With double-checked gear, wades into the tide
Observer sits noticing all that’s around
And sees the direction where’s Kite-Surfer’s bound
Like an outgoing message that’s waiting to send
Kite-Surfer is patient, then catches the wind
Observer sits calmly beachside near the trees
From safe distance he knows more than Kite-Surfer sees
Soon, he in the water takes off like a flash
But direction of winds can never long last
Change in conditions, The Observer sees
From breeze on his face and the movement of trees
Kite-Surfer in wetsuit, armored head to toe
Cannot know direction of the next blow
And so he must catch the wind swiftly by feel
Attachment to moment seems all that is real
But never is able to choose any course
Like a passenger on a wild unbridled horse
And if judgement falters, momentum is lost
He sinks to his neck, failure could be the cost
When he’s low in the water, his only ambition:
To capture the wind and continue that mission
Watching bold Kite-Surfer safe from the beach
The Observer surely knows much they could teach
Vantage point lets Observer see mistakes
That Kite-Surfer made before leaving long wakes
The one who sits beachside, safely observing
Is totally void of all longing or yearning
Not caring which direction the wind blows
He watches Kite-Surfer like someone he knows
If you find yourself sunk, at the end of your rope
And the sky seems to fail you, one should not lose hope
Instead change your view
As if you’re outside you
And witness your actions like you’re far away:
A perspective-shifting game we can play
Detaching your ego, dissolving all fear,
Put yourself out there instead of being here
Seeing bigger picture can make one clairvoyant
Like Observer helping Kite-Surfer stay buoyant
A serpent underneath blue sky,
in shade of man, in twinkle of an eye,
above brick wall, in the structure, at the floor,
venom of white dove; contaminated food, undrinkable water,
misguided youth, pregnant daughter, unfaithful father and hateful son,
mothers do pray while we walk through Babylon;
on teli and in the press, on top shells,
price none the less, in bedroom and at your door..
dawn of a new day seemed to be dark,
after all.
The Observer
So maybe the stars aren't as bright and my eyes don't shine like the past. Enticing are the stars, infinite in the sky. They are the closest thing to magic within sight. We may never reach them but that alone grabs our attention. Then the clouds look so white but in an instant can dim down to a dark gray. White clouds are intriguing because we may never touch them and they never are what we imagine them to be. The moon is our only light when skies go black. Reflections on a river save us from night terrors. And we hear of the people who walked on the moon. "Heroes to science" we think. And the skies may not be clear today or tomorrow. The world may feel tilted on it's axis. You're foundation may crumble and you're future may shatter. A hurricane may wreak havoc without remorse. You mustn't chase storms in hopes they will recover. You mustn't walk into Hell if you realize there may be no returning. And you may have reached rock bottom. You're dignity feels like vapor but solidify hope in yourself that you will be the storm to recover, the one to touch the clouds, the dreamer to catch the raining stars. Stars aren't rare to the human race. Success isn't unheard of. Clouds aren't always gray. The world may return to equilibrium. And when Hell knocks, you know not to answer. And when you chase storms, you'll stop and turn around. The pieces left behind the storm become materials for the next great success.
Standing by a tree, rifle on hip
Leaves red and yellow like a Viking ship
Watching from the shadows, a poachers eye
Silently waiting as phantoms glide by
A noise, just a bird on the forest floor
Preening and dancing like Madame Pompadour.
Footsteps follow a distant call
Crouching like a woodlouse in a steel backed ball
Face in the dirt, a mouthful of leaves
Hiding in the gloom, nobody sees
Silence, nothing but another ghost
With the stealth of a tiger, moves back to his post.
STARGAZER STAR COUNTER, WHAT DO YOU SEE?
MILLIONS OF STARS AND THE COUNTING IS FREE.
STARGAZER I ASK,HOW FAR IS NEAR?
AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT, IT'LL TAKE YOU NINE YEARS.
I KNOW LIGHT IS FAST, BUT WHERE DOES IT GO?
IT PIERCES BLACK MATTER AND THROUGH THE BLACK HOLE.
AND ONCE IT GETS EATEN BY THE BLACK HOLE?
ANOTHER DIMENSION AS FAR AS I KNOW.
WILL WE BE EATEN BY THE BLACK HOLE?
NOT IN THIS LIFE TIME, THAT MUCH WE KNOW
autumn 2014
A YOUNG AND CHARMING HANDSOME FELLA
WENT IN SEARCH OF CINDERELLA.
QUITE THE ADVENTURE TO SAY THE LEAST.
ALONG THE WAY HE WOULD MEET A BEAST.
SHE WAS AN UNEARTHLY CREATURE FROM AFAR,
WHO POSSESSED A HEART INSIDE A JAR.
THIS CREATURA WAS AN ENCHANTED BEAST,
WHO LOST HER LOVER TO A POISONED FEAST.
TOGETHER THEY WOULD TRAVEL MANY MILES,
SHARE LOTS OF LAUGHS AND MANY SMILES.
HER TRUE BEAUTY WAS DISTORTED BY ANGER.
SHE WAS IN SEARCH OF A WOMAN WITH INTENTIONS TO HANG HER.
THERE WERE MANY NIGHTS UNDER STARRY SKIES.
THEY WOULD QUESTION THE HEAVENS AND WONDER WHY.
THE SEASONS WOULD CHANGE AS WILL HER HEART.
IT WOULD BRING THEM CLOSER OR MOVE THEM APART.
HER INNER BEAUTY WOULD BEGIN TO SHINE.
THE LOSS OF HER LOVER WOULD FADE FROM HER MIND.
Enough about hearts and frivolousness.
I have sealed many pages with my mark
Of flowers and red and the bluest of roses.
Trees of green and blue skies
I have developed an intimacy with these words.
No surprise, I am an intimate observer
Sincerely and ever caring
I wear no disguise to try and sneak an
Inauthentic poem pass
Rainbows know I have had my epiphanies
I have listed horizons more time than not
Dusk and dawn how can I ever
Hope to carry on?
What for was I born
I love my poems as if they were my flesh
But what next?
I've written about love times and times again
Until I now wear her name on my sleeve
I should roam the planet searching for a clue
If this pen does not send poetic words
I fear I might wither into dust.
I love each word.
Lover of words I am the intimate observer
He's an outsider to the pain I feel
Oblivious and happy-
When with her
Like a thief in the night I want to steal
His heart
But it was never mine from the start
I watch
This time the outsider
An invisible particle of air
All the fire
Extinguished out of me
Pathetic and lonely
My feelings unspared
A smile etched on my face
So that the hurt is never showcased
Fulfillment is his game;
he cannot name another choice
that would enhance a life so lost
in love of all that he surveys.
The beloved too will fail, for he
must lose the trail, in his indifferent quest
to understand--
I for one, would welcome it,
for coming to the close of fantasy and life,
I'd sing not requiem, but celebration.
Enhancement finally takes place
with a shoulder's shrug.
~
Rich humus wafts through nostrils to my mind,
Musty fragrance of decay and rebirth.
The Milky Way in front, the grass behind
Strapped to the front of our rocketship Earth.
The tent flap gently rustles in the breeze.
Damp soil beneath starts to embrace my spine.
A chain of ants crawl gently ‘cross my knee
Roots of my soul sink into loam behind.
In cosmic terms, this moment but a blink,
Yet it’s my time to worship at this shrine.
Deeper into our mother’s breast I sink
For now this miracle is only mine.
A lonely reverie? It’s plain to see
The universe watches itself through me.
3/8/16
I was blessed by the Lord with a very lifting and gentle breeze,
A lady entered my life and set my mind and soul at comforting ease,
She sees all that I do that is inside my thoughts and in my heart,
Peace that I needed when this began so long ago at the start.
Thank you for believing in me; this made me bright today,
I had not smiled like I did this very morning or in that way,
Simply because I was not believed before you came along,
In my prolonged grief or the lies that people create in song.
Here are some people I'd like you to meet,
Various characters who live down our street.
First there's old Alf, the gardener supreme
I've never seen a lawn so lush or so green.
Then there is Elsie, how she likes to chatter
Any subject you like, she'll have a natter.
There's secretive Steve, he peeps through his blinds
I often wonder what lurks in his mind.
Now on to Sarah, the voluptuous vamp
Quite a contradiction, for her husband's quite camp.
John on the corner is fixing his car,
He works on it daily, but it doesn't get far.
Old Margaret bless her, has a house full of cats
And a collection, of the world's weirdest hats.
Desmond the cyclist you just have to see,
All rigged out in lycra, he's seventy three!
Thomas our giant, six foot ten it's said
A rumour went round there was snow his head.
Then there is me, an observer am I
I just love to watch, as life passes by.
Entry for
STANDARD CONTEST 163,any form,any,theme,
Up to a max of 20 lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand.
18/1/19. Placed =1st.
If there was a god
That looked down and saw everything,
If there happened to be some anonymous observer,
Somewhere a distant voyeur of human life,
Then maybe science wouldn't be so scary
And the answer ‘no’
So right.