Best Public Eye Poems
They are lined up along the long hallways
wheelchairs protruding, blocking the corridors.
The aroma of antiseptic spray attempts to mask
the pungent smell of body odors.
The loud blare of the big screen TV
reverberates from the empty day room,
while medical staff busily sort paperwork
behind the sterile counter tops.
Each ancient face, each frail body
huddled beneath their blankets
reflect a unique history, a life story
that is waning with the passage of time.
Men and women, now trapped within their
weakened bodies, once vibrant and strong
now confined and consigned to wait
away from the public eye, burning daylight.
Written on 4/28/2015
1981, the Royal Wedding
Charles and Di, sweethearts of the world
‘Til the Queen of Hearts’ hopes unfurled
Pomp and circumstance
Parade, white gown, bride so demure
But her prince’s love did not endure
Camilla waited
When Charles wished to meet his mistress
He ignored his sad wife’s distress
Humiliation
Di withstood her mate’s trespasses
By reaching out to the masses
The “People’s Princess”
Di was England’s warmest, kindest
Perhaps, indeed, too good to last
Popularity
Was hers, though it proved a burden
Royal image tarnished, uncertain
Bluebloods had been stained
By a charismatic flower
Who cared naught for title, power
Strong undercurrents
Prince of Betrayal, Queen of Rage
Would pale beside Di on history’s page
Separation came
Enough she’d had and made it clear
No longer silent, shedding tears
Scandal in headlines
Queen Mum and Charles were mortified
When the public eye favored Di
Coincidental?
The night a foreigner proposed
Her life came to a tragic close
Was it media
Who pursued Di to her demise
Or was she hushed by royal lies
Weeping world
Precious Princess Di
Was far to young to die
*Entry for Chris Matt's Contest
Beyond imagination,
Jasmine!
A Marilyn Monroe
Among flowers,
Blonde sensual appeal,
Love’s sweet nature
Aroma for life,
Essential oils,
Born to spread fragrance,
Symbol of beauty
Whispering infusions,
A passionate breeze,
Enchanting perfume,
Bringing happiness,
Drifting into the night,
The most seductive scent,
Of her time,
Inspiring the public eye.
Wendy Jae
A green rose I send to thee
on the wings of a bird set free.
With it comes my deepest desires,
that burn in the midnight moon on radiant fires.
Your secret mole, hidden from the public eye
flashes in my memory, dancing on ambers as if suspended on wires.
My drunken leprechaun, you intoxicate me with your lies.
You only want to amuse yourself while I take a green wee.
by
Martin Braun
3/16/2020
Where ever she goes the cameras loom.
They're on to the scent of her perfume.
She sucks the oxygen from the room..
Forever in the public eye, all daily movements scrutinized.
She must dot all x's and circle her y's
Transparent as a bronze gold fish.
Isolated, observed, on a petri dish,
craving for some privacy, a daily wish..
She pulls up her quilt and sleeps until noon,
aware of the face she'll be wearing soon.
She sucks the oxygen from the room.
Cuts like a knife
Destroyed my life
Now i’ll never
Be your wife
You played your games
For 20 years
Whilst i grew old
And felt the fears
A lonely life
Brim full of tears.
A cruel encapsulation.
You are free
And i am not
So now you’ve gone
What have i got -
Absolutely nothing.
I waited like you told me to
Believed in you through and through
But then what did you go and do?
Total annihilation,
Rejection i can handle
Even hatred too
But it’s such a bitter pill
When it comes from you.
I did not like the drama
Of your last goodbye
You chose humiliation
In the public eye
You know the real truth
Of who and what i am
And i always thought
That you'd come up with a plan
All I've ever wanted
Is to be respected
It seems to me that all you’ve done
is make sure i’m rejected.
I just pray that somewhere
There’s still someone who cares
For worthless i am not
Despite your fanfares.
CHORUS
No man stands alone
in the street, the ring or the combat zone
some lay in the gutter
some sit on a throne
but no man stands alone
At the age of fourteen
he had a dream
to become a rabbi
Chicago 1924
then his dad was killed by men
who tried to rob the family store
his brothers and sisters were sent away
to an orphanage where they would stay
and though his faith was blown away
he vowed to bring them home someday
To God and man revenge he swore
he walked with gamblers,
hoods and whores
he fit right in
then on a whim
he walked into a boxing gym
he fought Canzoneri in ‘33
for the lightweight title victory
he made up with God
and finally
he could reclaim his family
Those McLarnon fights
were the stuff of lore
the only man
to ever put him on the floor
he won two out of three,
then in the Armstrong bout
he nearly died
but was never knocked out
then in 1941
the Japanese pulled a sneaky one
so he joined the marines
and he got a gun
and he sailed into the rising sun
On Guadalcanal,
he fought so brave
overmatched like old King Dave
he put twenty attackers
in an early grave
for the one marine
whose life he saved
in a hospital bed
for months and days
they kept him in a morphine haze
then sent him home
strung out and beat
to the pushers on the mean, mean street
Hollywood was very keen
to put his story on the silver screen
but they focused on the drug abuse
he tried to sue
but what’s the use?
Barney Ross was brave and strong
they couldn’t keep him down for long
his rabbi said that he must try
to be a model Jew in the public eye
but from the public eye he slipped
like a phantom radar blip
they say he hunted Nazi criminals
and he ran some guns to Israel
Barney Ross was brave and strong
I thought that he deserved a song
he did some bad
he did some good
and he saved the world
the best he could
It was unnerving
a growling demon of
deprivation,
an
enemy that lurks
in shadows, but
the eyes don't lie
silver spoons
do tarnish
with lack of use
they're tucked
away from public eye
shamed by the ideals
of the elite
without capital leverage
they can't bargain
for slices of pie
alone,
starving souls
often remain on
the threshold of pain
reaching for anything
to fill the void, to
cease the sound of
Hungry cries
the soul, the stomach,
the heart, the mind
all needing substenance
to sustain the firm form
Significant Human dignity
Poverty leaves souls
in the frigid cold
it's hold sounds
like empty stomachs
in Public Schools
Empty minds, and
wagons rattling
needing to be heard
"Feed Me"
even the scraps
will do like
outdated textbooks
and budgets
The elite always has more
A brewing storm
if the belly isn't
fed the norm
hungry they are
the forgotten faces
sifted out via
The Politics of
Education
Urban and Rural
The Hungry bottom
Forced Servitude
Or they hide in
the park after dark
under Bridges
swept and mopped
into Shelters,
or hidden shantytowns
What happened to
The Highest Ideals
of Man?
On Loans,
Or Dream Deferred
and the best
eat and the least
wait in stale
Souplines
while hunger pangs
wale into the night
2 Fish, 5 Loaves
Considering the consciousness
Of America still has a Heart
To feed all that Freedom
That's reached when
All have reached
Satiety
Let us all be
Full and fed
Led the sound
Of hunger be dead......
Kevin Guru © 2019
step right up! step right up!
come on up, folks!
the only thing you have to lose
is your mind!
the name of the game is love.
now, let's see how far you go to risk it all!
put your soul and heart on the table, folks,
that's the price! go big or
go home. it's agame of shivers,
thrills,
tears,
lust,
laughs,
and above all.. madness!
so, what are you waiting for?
step right up! find out what you're really made of.
the ultimate test.
the most intimate of experiences
ever to be viewed in the presense of the public eye!
a world beyond belief? or a hope too far fetch to ever catch?
discover the tragedy trapped inside, right here!
gather round, gather round.
what are you hiding for?
The Love we share for one another
Can never be broken
We are bonded for Eternity
We are not only bonded
Through the eyes of God
We are bonded through love
We are bonded through marriage
We are bonded through our son also
We are bonded for Eternity
We may not show our love to the public eye
We may not show it to our families
But the love is there behind the mask
That we both carry
We are bonded for Eternity
We may say hurtful things to one another
We may do hurtful things to one another
But the love we share Can never be broken
We are and always will be
Bonded for all of Eternity
He was gunned down
as were many in the public eye
He was murdered
and his legacy
must sustain us
There are few
with such courage
Unfortunately . there are
few able to
be free from bigotry
I, myself have found myself
full of hatred for those
who look or believe differently from me
But I struggle to fight off those feelings
Hope you do too
Brothers and sisters
Bubba likes his fill of pie
when he courts the public eye.
If not for one dress
not one little mess
would mar his effortless lie.
One30four
One30four
CharlaXFabels
YahooEmailsplitter.com
Los Angeles California dateline Wed. April 9, 2008
“Just in over the wire”
Flash: Yahoo.com just unveiled the newest discovery
made in the laboratory the Emailsplitter.
Due to secrecy the news just leaked out of the California offices
the Head of Yahoo Constance Dean was talking to the press only moments ago.
IN a very nasally voice this is Dean talking “We have to credit CharlaX for this
discovery he sent us an emale to ask us to split the infinitive email to make them
become two three or four copies at the same time so that when you folder email
you can put one email into several different folders at the same time”. There is no
need to be so excited we have been working on very similar things for a very long
boredom so when that brilliant fabulist sent to us his wants we only filled them”.
The product report is filed in the Government Documents and hidden from the
public eye. Eye went to the yahoo email and signed in the thing is there the link is
all it was so strange a thing to see just above the inbox beside compose it just
says splitme on the button when you have a message to be foldered into more
than one folder just hit the purple button. Then go down and click on the folders
to enable them the boxes look just like the ones on contacts it must have been
hard to add the software good job yahoo for a job well done. “Hats off to ewe” and
waving my middle finger as well that's a gesture of respected glee the yahoo
company keep making our free email better. Thank you YAHOO for the
emailsplitter. Just go now mye gentle reader ewe to YahooEmailsplitter.com to
get the updated version.
They bake the bagels fresh in Fairway*
In the public eye.
I rarely pay attention
Even when I'm passing by.
The pumpernickel bin was bare, though;
Nothing else would do.
I asked the baker rolling dough
If, possibly, he knew...
When there would be another batch.
He checked and told me - wait!
In just 3 minutes they'll be done.
Though I was running late...
I followed his advice and yes,
Within 3 minutes' time,
I filled a bag with bagels
That were worthy of a rhyme.
*local supermarket
Mother Nature
They say that Mother Nature
Is to blame for the rain
The hail, the wind, the sleet
And the snow
She terrorize the neighborhood
Much worse than before
They say she visit the ocean
And bring a rapid rage
I wish I knew Mother Nature
But I never seen her face
Why is she so silent and
Distance from our sight
Why is she like a spirited shadow
Somewhere lurking in the night
Mother Nature gets the praise
For starting and stopping the rain
I never been introduce to her
So why do she gets the blame
I am trying to determine in my mind
Who Mother Nature really is
I am trying to determine in life
Is she fictional, or is she real
I have heard of Mother Nature
From my childhood back to birth
Why Mother Nature gets the credit
Remains to be researched
I read about what Jesus said
In the Holy Book
I didn't see Mother Nature
I must need a second look
I turned from page to page and
I couldn't find her in that book
I found that God put together
This whole world from birth
The rain, the sleet, hail, and snow
God decides when it falls to earth
I still wonder how Mother Nature looks
I wish someone would show me where
To find her in the book
I found that Mother Nature
Always get the praise
She has been popular in this world
For many months, weeks, and days
When I turn to the weather
Broadcast playing on TV
It always never ceases to amaze me
That Mother Nature is the topic
And she never fails you see
How does Mother Nature hides
Herself from the public eye
Is she non-fiction or a fictional lie?
All I want to know is whether
Or not the woman exist
When questions are asked about her
Why they are easily dismissed
I know Jesus because he
Lives on the inside
I acknowledge him
In all my ways
So he can be my guide
I know not Mother Nature
And discovering who she is
Has become an issue
I only want to see the woman
So does anybody have a picture?