Why can't my blind spot see?
it’s shadowing me in the eye's periphery
edgily creeping sideways like a crab,
watching me, it’s stalking me,
deceiving me with popped eyes
propped up on stilts, curling away when I look.
You live within my every gaze, yet evade my searching blaze.
Why my dear spot do you hide and blind me in so many ways?
Is your evasive spot futile, furtive, or a fugitive in the clear?
Are you black, white, brindle or transparently clear.
Do you suck, poke, protrude, grind
or cut, with a laser sear to blind.
Why can't I see you,
my blind spot hole?
I know you’re there
unseen on the edge!
I’ll shut my eyes now
and hope that you’ll
will be gone when
I awake and stare
to see you clearly there with me,
scene sharing two-eyed
In binocular vision.
Categories:
binocular, visionary, wisdom,
Form: Free verse
Ships sail on the surface between sky and ocean,
water and air.
People toil and play,
live and die
on the surface between sky and globe,
air and earth.
These two surfaces meet in a curving line
under the sun,
and when the world turns over,
under the moon.
At points along this line,
across the dimension of time,
pairs of eyes
employ binocular vision
to gauge distance.
Eyes on the shore
see a ships departing,
getting smaller,
and disappearing under the earth's curvature,
and then,
empty sea.
Two eyes on the ship
see two eyes looking back,
and the wave of a handkerchief,
then, a dot,
as people turn to ants
under the sun and moon
toiling, playing, and
sometimes
waiting.
Categories:
binocular, lost love, math, ocean,
Form: Free verse
As I sit still in the still vehicle looking at the water hole with sure expectation, once through binoculars and again with normal gaze, there was sudden movement as a herd of deer approached the water hole. So far masked in dry reeds, a spotted tawny live-spring sprung to action. Even before I could shift my gaze from normal to binocular and back to normal again, a young deer hung in the cheetah’s panting mouth. As she carried away her food to her waiting family, the herd bent down as one, to graze proper. Wild Day’s business, but the tourist noise didn’t die down. Ashamed at barging in, I felt more sad than being excited. Something dawned on me at that moment, I decided not to be a tourist again.
a death to feed some
hunting to live to raise own
before brash lenses
Categories:
binocular, sad,
Form: Carpe Diem
scene
carries
envelope
nativity
etch
brain
respects
avatar
introducing
nod(e)(s)
seeks
eyeing
engagement
kinetically
scrolls
probe
reveals
obvious
binocular-t
eyes
scans
counting
attributes
navigating
scopes
means
entry
atmospheres
notationing
se(e)-(a)
memes
employ
momento
expediting
scene
Categories:
binocular, art,
Form: Other
Quasar from afar.
She's more of a distant star.
Reddish glow,
twinkling slow,
exposing nothing but a scar.
-
Quasar from afar.
Her ego is binocular.
Proving to all,
she'll no longer fall,
that she won't retreat from a war.
-
Quasar from afar.
she's nothing but stellar.
Escaping the sore,
that she might feel once more.
So, she chooses to be a Quasar.
Categories:
binocular, courage, stars, strength,
Form: Rhyme
Vocal, nocturnal, creepy
Silent and sneaky
Binocular vision, sharp sight
They are active at night
We are asleep
They are awake
Our lives are at stake.
"Do not trap yourself into an owl's hooting sound where sad nights linger through the blackness of a hound".
Note.It's not the devil it's the People who work for the devil.
Lesson.Honeyed words and furtive movements are not risk free.
Moral.Police meharban to ulu gulu pehalwan.
Categories:
binocular, flying, integrity, may, prison,
Form: Rhyme
one on one contact
binocular inspection —
a natural love
2/24/2019
Sponsor: James Edward Lee Sr.
Categories:
binocular, writing,
Form: Haiku
My first spectacles perched on my nose,
with frame and glasses, my first photo pose.
Optician cried," Wow!, Can you see clear now?"
"Oh Yes, my beautiful binocular,
I could see my world, all spectacular.
But my future still looked blurred
my weak eyes, cured of myopia
yearned to see an invisible utopia."
I grew old...
Sneaked in bifocals, and life changed gear.
Optician cried," dear, can you see your near?"
"Oh yes, my reading glass was crystal clear.
But why was my heart so full of fear?
With wide open eyes, I still couldn't see,
so many people who were close to me."
I grew older and older...
My retinal sight, now had vision of night.
Cold darkness spread in broad daylight.
Unlimited vision, I could see a closing door,
waiting for the day...I wouldn't see anymore.
Categories:
binocular, age, death, emotions, fear,
Form: Rhyme
Hints not taken from countless missed calls,
and no replies to tons of texts.
Still she searches through social media clues,
pursuing like a hunter,
pondering why his green light illuminates.
Investigating google's archives,
she claims to be his number one fan.
She knows the clothes he wears
and the places where he eats.
Downloading images does not crave her fascination.
She follows him like the moon.
Lurking..
Standing at corners, hidden in alleys.
Her binocular eyes preying on him.
He can feel her watching silently.
Hear her obsessive deep breaths,
ensuing his every step.
The sight of her eerie image
is like a million beetles,
crawling under his skin,
driving him insane - controlling his mind.
Her nauseating voice leads to nervous sensations
with outbreaks of panicky perspiration.
His stomach tightens and heart beats violently.
His eyes glare in shock, his body seems frozen.
and all she can say is;
" I do it because I love you!"
Silent One
Simple Musing
7 November 2017
Just a quick example for the 'stalker' contest
Categories:
binocular, abuse, angst,
Form: Prose
I hurt so many,
Coming my way saying
I was loveable
Falling for me.
I knew love to be more
Than just binocular feeling,
I was looking for a love that lasts.
It was by design that
You would come my way
In my perfect form,
Then I would fall into nothingness.
Your love for me has been
Tried and tested, oh babe;
It is certified, yours is a love that lasts.
So, don't you stand there,
Staring at me;
You are not desperate,
Yours is a love that lasts.
I wanted to be loved,
For what I really was,
I did not want to be changed into
Something that was not me.
And look, that is just what
You have done.
Categories:
binocular, i love you, love,
Form: Acrostic
Perched on a leaf in angelic pose
(praying for a meal I suppose)
It patiently awaits its prey
And when a bee lands on a rose
It is captured without delay
With long legs and predatory precision
enhanced by eyes with binocular vision
They are able to detect ultrasound
and can evade bats that hunt them down
But mating can be a deadly game
as the female often eats the male
but she enjoys it just the same
her seduction never fails
Categories:
binocular, insect, nature,
Form: Rhyme
A new species,
In the mist appears
Darkness disappears,
In his binocular spheres
Never seen before smiles
To conquer primitive fears
Overcoming basic instincts
To rule he was destined
The beauty of his offspring
Bright as a fresh ray of spring
An innovative, beautiful mind
Leaving the prehistoric behind
He ran like a Kenyan
He fought like a Spartan
And told stories like a historian
And healed gladiators like a physician
He is a galactic child
Searching for the cities of gold
For all his life he was told
Go wild before you get old
Categories:
binocular, beauty, world,
Form: Rhyme
copyright© shonima burman
In the deep darkness of night,
They complete their silent flight.
With a flat face and forward facing eyes,
They rotate their head and neck upto 270 degrees.
Despite having binocular vision,
Their eyes are completely immobile in action.
Ear tufts are meant for camouflage and aggression,
These birds are shrewd and quick in predation.
With ears set asymmetrically on their skull,
These carnivorous birds have coloration mostly dull.
Mainly live on eating insects and small rodents,
They constitute an important part of the ecosystem.
They create a wide variety of vocalization,
They are an unique wonder of God's creation!
Categories:
binocular, bird, night,
Form: Rhyme
LANTERNE PHRASIS 2
Coloured filled swathes,bands of
blocks,circles,squares&oblongs
attached yet apart in migrainous
views,grating abstract shapes
triggering stark sensations.A
painted mist,emblems of the mind
introspectives that hover between
the abnormal & true.A light-dark unity of
pervading symbols in perspectives,
simple yet meticulous,weaved into
themes& threads from the
subliminal mind,emotions filtered
from the emperic.Melancholy &
resignated,fleeting,fragmented
binocular views delicate as lace.
in close-up shapes & shadows
soften & shade into blended
views inside from out,juxtaposed.
A genre understood by all drip
as words into the ear.
From my Lanterne poetry publication 2005
Listen to me recite this part phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthys chiro
Categories:
binocular, poetry, perspective,
Form: Verse
The Long Delay
On glittering morning sea I saw a u-boat surface
covered in barnacles and seaweed.
On its bridge the captain looking onto shore with
his binocular, scanning the land for enemy activity.
He saw me and I waved, this he took as sign to
attack and fired off a torpedo.
On aqua marine a white stripe, and the torpedo
ploughed into a sandbank but didn´t explode.
The captain shrugged climbed down into his boat
closed the hatch and gave order to dive.
The skipper and his crew, had waited sixty years
for a vital radio signal: Go back to base.
Categories:
binocular, mystery,
Form: Blank verse
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