Best Spectator Poems

Skyblue oh skyblue
                       Everlasting seer of all
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the hour late, I hesitate
to lift the shield of isolation
the walls lean in, as if to hear
they make believe, by breathing hard,
as if they sleep,  
but I am wise to them, I am...

I know the sound, I know of eyes...
these walls have souls that...

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Should I here ...
Knowing full well ...
Whatever such phrase as this can mean ..
Yet I contemplate
That you may have no teeth for it
This in me a sudden swell
To tell and tell and tell
Without the telling of a tell
I can see you now
Trying to see me
More...

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Words emerging from your quill,
Blazing with effulgence,
Capering and crooning around,
In harmony or in dissonance.

Rhyming in a golden cage,
Flying around in splendid colors,
Or, in a greenish meadow,
Flying away in divine freedom.

The beads of words will last long,
In our minds, if threaded strong
Whether structured or unstructured
As I...

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The Spectator

Like, once I said
I watch
You climb the ladder with steps made of words
And once you wear the crown
I’ll still be watching
Smiling and applauding
Among the audience
Wishing goodness
Deep inside that corner of my heart

-puvi-
(9/9/2016)...

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0ctober 17 2012
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Hidden away from any light
Hides a spectator, awaiting to fright
He lives in the room-in the closet and corners

He waits until there is no light
Frozen with fear-it's going to be a long night
Whispers, creaks, unexplainable noises enchant the darkness

Forever haunted by this unseen enmity
A...

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Weeping and tears for the dead hero
It was when mother watched a film true
So big eyes when watched
Same one in next fussed 
Asked," How do the dead come to film foe?"


February 25, 2023



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Shooting stars, like arrows from a bow

A Cosmic romance by heavens design

I am but a spectator

To loves common denominator


The sun, eclipsed of white to reveal night

A master plan, fate and destiny dealing cards

I am but a spectator

To loves common denominator


Celestial voices whispering

For the present and...

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One has a pair of wings the other none,
both possess a different shade of beauty.
That bird’s able to fly the man can run,
to each the other’s life seems so easy.
The man can relay ancient stories spun
as birdsong jams decorating the Sun.
Both will capture the spirit...

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The moon, she dips behind the hill.
She hides from me, and always will.
And in the glass I see my eyes
Two ghosts of love and empty lies.
The road is lost beneath my feet
As I keep watch where heavens meet.
And signs instruct: Avoid the Ice,
Keep your Distance....

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Rising
From the sand

Modified glass
An unusual spark

Passing over
A shifting wait

Leaving a trace
Open incite

Spilling out
A whisper

Rising

Wets
The
Lips....

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I see love.
I see betrayal.
I see everything—
yet no one looks at me.

I stand alone, watching,
feeling things I shouldn’t.
I wish I were hollow—
then maybe it wouldn’t hurt so much.

I touch. I feel.
Yet still, no one sees.
The warmth of life brushes past,
and I wish I were dead...

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windowframe allows
seasons to change, seen through it...
a mute spectator

24.7.2020...

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