Best Witnessed Poems
Can your colours for the year:)
Swirl undulations in; concentric."
Vanilla shaded ridges coalesce...
Swells in the pail; then disappear.
Im-pailed
A circle of steel they put it in."
Yet with a flat ended tool,
pop open that tin..!
Draw out with a'plomb
The liquid white;
to brighten the hall,
on christmas nights;
(Gathering the esscence)
The spirit is of colour clear,
When blackness hovers.
Call him near, applied with the soul
Aligned with Love; paint life
With the gifts from God above.."
Sparks of humanity
get a look-see
occasionally
Obama and Trump
engaged in repartee
a smile, a grin, a tee-hee
POTUS’ acting like you and me
My eyes now captured
Pertness shaped enticing me
Bloused now aroused
Thumb and finger now linger
Their captivity beckons
.
Witnessed a robbery take place yesterday
As incredulous as this may seem
Was sitting in the food court at the local mall
Happily minding my own business
When all of a sudden I hear this guy ranting and raving
Slamming his leather bag down on one of the tables
Marching over to the coffee stand
Which had an assortment of sandwiches and drinks
Displayed in front which were accessible to the customers
Proceeds to pick up a sandwich and a bottle of juice
And goes storming off into the mall concourse
Without paying, yaking incoherently as he goes
People just sat there dumbfounded
Wondering what the hell just happened
We all witnessed this act take place
None of us reacted or believed what we just saw
Now this was either a looney toons type guy
Not responsible for his strange behaviour
Or a very clever, creative crook
Making us think he was looney toons
Assuming the average person wouldn't react
Enabling him to get away with this unimpeded
He was later apprehended by mall security
But we never did find out the whole story
Hmmm! Pretty creative I must say
If indeed it was a preconceived masterful plan
© Jack Ellison 2014
As Michael slay the dragon under God's command
Reni and Palumbo outstretched their hands
As that ancient serpent was finally cast away
Young Jacopo the dyer painted all the day
As the seraph vanquished the devil forever
Raphael began his draught board endeavor
Finally the mighty spear had met its principal foe
And the brush met the canvas for Giordano
The Earth could only watch what happened to the humans their final day
How…whether or not they believed in a God…they all looked to the sky to pray
How humans in every language…from every corner of the world…
all beseeched the sky…all asking the same question…why…they wondered…why.
After hearing the humans’ question…the sky began to glow…
The God’s answer…carried on the thunder…
“How sad…you do not know.”
“We created you to love the Earth.” they cried.
"To love the animals and one another.
To treat everything and everybody…like a sister and a brother.”
“You ask why we are ending humankind…
why your time on this planet is short…
it’s because we’ve watched you pollute the land, the seas, the sky.” They said.
“It’s because you shoot animals..for sport”.
“It’s because we’ve provided you with enough food for your entire planet to eat…
yet some of you get fat while others are starving in your streets.”
“It’s because we’ve watched you wage war on one another…
we’ve watched how to other fellow human beings and creatures….you are demeaning…
It’s because you kill one another so easily…as if life, to you, has no meaning.”
“You ask how could we condemn you to such a tragic…horrific fate
You condemned yourselves!” their voices boomed, “when you turned our love to hate.”
And with that the sky above began to dim…it was no longer glowing bright…
silence descended on the land… as day turned into night.
And when the light returned…
upon the Earth peace and harmony reigned…
for every human was gone
and only the mountains,
the oceans,
the rivers
the sky
the plants
and the animals remained.
I'm shivering, naked, I'm amidst bodies on a cart
All I remember is looking up awaiting the water
Entangled I am seeing grimaced pinked faces
And a solumn looking sky very close to tears
Now discarded, left, sensing a sweet acrid smell
Knowing the await, soon the others and I
Time passes as I drift in and out of reality
Then night falls, as I awaken to quieting sobs
Accents I hear, that I'd only ever heard in movies
Aghast gasps of witnessed horrors befall my ears
Crisp morning airs adorn my emaciated frame
Slowly my eyes open to a cacophony of cries
Gently I feel my skeletal existance being carried
Choked voices console as I blearily scan
A silent emptiness abounds, even chimney stacks
No more I see these ills, these evils, they!
Dots have been connecting lately
Picking up on a common theme
Everyone pursuing a similar goal
We are all just looking to be seen
Wrapped in a web of old wounds
Warping our view of present day
Ultimately want to be understood
For who we are despite what others say
Horrible smash of broken bottles,
Blood gush from young touts' bodies,
Nauseating odour of marijuana, grass,
Spoiled that Monday evening.
I witnessed it,
A deadly fracas erupted,
Between two rival teenage cultists,
At Asarailu's son naming ceremony.
Asarailu cult group had launched,
A mayhem, killed, maimed, butchered,
And escaped during the last encounter,
But this reprisal is more brutally bloody.
Imam's sermon bottled it till sunset,
Final prayer was made, riot unleashed
Boys brought out their lebe, cutlasses
Empty bottles were maximally utilized
Asarailu (angel of death) and his family,
Of eleven siblings, wives and a mother,
Occupied a newly completed building,
Invited terror to our peaceful street.
I witnessed it with my neighbours,
We peeped through a square hole,
Designed to open the gate by the entrants
That's our own CCTV.
Young urchins are more skillful
Than the old ones in using machete
Area boys massacred, stabbed rivals to coma,
I witnessed it
Police came like gentle civilians
In a rickety korope, flashing torch lights
After the storm had turned to a millpond
Arrested Asarailu's mother-in-law and a chum.
At last, fearful peace emerged
Residents resurfaced from asylum
Shared various versions of gory stories
Fears had banished smiles from all faces
Such is a rarity, it pains me
Since I've been residing here
Asarailu had murdered that aged peace
This is the first ever kerfuffle note I enwrite
As soon as he was gone she changed.
As in never the same. As in
she’d gone through a complete mental breakdown
and I had front row seats to the worst show of my life.
Six bullets took my brother one night,
and they took a part of my mother with them as well,
because every time I looked up,
her eyes had tears,
her nose was red,
and her face was blank.
She’d look away and “sorry”
seemed to be the only word that I could say.
I could never say that everything would be okay
because day to day everything was different
and day to day I walked behind her,
leaving footprints in the train of tears she left behind,
waiting for her to crumble, and ready to catch her.
Though she was too heavy for me to hold,
I still felt the responsibility to cushion her downfall
and it happened often, but that, that was all I could do.
After that, I had to watch her descend into complete darkness
and sometimes she was gone for weeks without any word.
Not one word.
She was physically present, yes, but her mind was gone
and I watched my mother sink deep into the cold abyss of depression
and not even try to get to the surface.
She’d float with an expressionless face
And eyes that stared into nothing.
I have no doubt that she was searching for him.
But did she find him?
I can never know, but can’t help but wonder.
This was my childhood.
Most of it was spent wondering and waiting.
Waiting for the answers to come floating to the surface,
and for her to break through,
gasping for air and ready to come home.
But, when she did, all I could see was her blank face,
looking down at me, not knowing what to say, so
once again, she’d turn away
and I’d open my mouth to say
“sorry”
I witnessed a miracle today
Though still weary, from my grandpa's passing
You helped light the way
It came, in the form, that brings so much joy
An 8lb, 6oz, precious little boy
I witnessed a miracle today
It helped me realize, that there's life, that lives past the grave
Though you're gone, your soul lives on
I know I'll see you some day
I witnessed a miracle today
I witnessed a miracle today
I finally found one, who was willing, to take me this way
I have my past, I have my sins
Yet she, still let me in
I witnessed a miracle today
I witnessed a miracle today
I felt His presence, when I fell, to my knees and prayed
With open ears He granted peace
Even though I've gone astray
I witnessed a miracle today
I witnessed a miracle today
My eyes opened, with the chance, to start a new day
So give thanks, for the time
Through life and love realize
That you've witnessed a miracle today
Yes miracles abound, and they're all around
Your the miracle you witness today...
Alone I entered chaos, don’t shoot, a mother screamed.
All I knew as I responded, was a knife, and blood had streamed.
My senses they deceived me, as his words resembled truth.
As I clicked one cuff onto his wrist, he lunged in agile youth.
That blade, I won’t forget it, large and black with handle laced.
I never let him go, until he spun, now face to face.
I shoved him to gain distance and reached down for my gun.
I felt a firm grip on my wrist, I thought it was his mom.
I lost track of your hero, tunnel vision to the max.
Had I pulled the trigger, your hero was kneeling in my path.
I never knew I left him there, if I did, I would have stayed.
I knew I’d have to put him down, with the actions he displayed.
He fled before I had to, I thank God each night he did.
Not sure how I’d have lived with it, if he cut your hero’s neck, instead of his.
I believe that others witnessed this and yet remained unseen.
It’s the only way I can explain, the events within this dream.
Not only did they stop me, from shooting your hero in the back,
they convinced that man your hero, was the one who would not be attacked.
Both our guardian angels teamed up in there that day.
They chased him through that back door and brought us all your way.
I never saw the footage, until months had passed me by.
I don’t fault you at all for thinking, that I left your friend to die.
In my mind, I was at the corner and not the entrance to your store.
I thought I was only 6 feet back, as he ran past, out the door.
I thought I put my taser back and took back out my gun.
I thought it was just a split second, but time was moving at a run.
I never saw your hero, past the moment I knelt to cuff.
I had no clue I ran him down, that video, it was rough.
Looking back there is no way, that more could have hit that fan.
I trust that god’s not done with us, we’re still part of his plan.
Bright blinking colors in glass
Hurt feelings still last
Oh how I dreaded Christmas
Dad’s religion held fast
Sat and watched my class
By Robb A. Kopp
Sponsor: Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~
Contest Name: Your "Saddest" Christmas Ever
~In kind two young boys watched
They spy on the corner;
As baulk and walked;
then escorted a wheelchair elder;
Across a busy traffic intersection;
With a smile store clerk to my surprise gave me aisle directions;
Such a sport full of kindness and support soft talk;
A mother in the park; On a mid morn walk;
While in a carriage her baby girl;
With nothing but goodwill on their mind;
So little tender-hearted and pure;
Three persons in kind;
generous, gentleness;
concerning, tenderness, selflessness;
These are just a sample of humanity,
kindnesses I've witnessed in many accompany;
Kindness comes, kindness goes;
But kindness a verb and should always be shown;
6/10/20
Brian's Select A, Any Form, Any Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
What if I loved you and you said yes
What if I hold you and you said what
What if I gave you a holy kiss
What if I were to be a witness
This relationship heaveness
Yes what kiss witness heaveness
2/14/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021