Binoculars Poems | Examples

brothers from another mother

Something it out there on that tree
And that little critter is watching me
He had his binoculars up in the air
And so did the creature, to be fair

Two watchers having fun watching each other
Brothers from another mother
The bird was speaking in his headset
He’s not eaten his supper yet

Why do you people watch every day?
You are a bird, it is not our way!
This was from his wife, Cardinal Clementine
She thought his people watching was out of line

What is that Giant Head in the Ocean

Was that a giant head bobbing out of the ocean?
The sightseers got out their binoculars
Something massive, a monster
Looked like a giant head

Captain of the cruise ship had seen this before
It is an ocean sunfish, they weigh four thousand pounds
They do look like giant heads
Their main food source is jellyfish

I felt relieved
I thought the head of the statue of liberty had fallen off

Humpback Whales At Sea

Clicks, whistles and pulsed calls
coming from whales you can't see 
Within the compounds, no walls 
only ocean water and Captain Lee 

Sonograms and ultrasounds, its a joy  
when whale voices are heard ! 
Binoculars views, soon they deploy 
leviathans swim without a word 

The echo returns not for they do run free  
always returning to their  summer grounds     
Into the womb of the deep blue sea
they go, to a place where they can't be found.

Navajo Story

Can you hear them? The tribal chants
Chanted only when a member advance

Can you feel it reverberating in your bones?
Can you hear the distant tribal people's tones?

With binoculars - watch the tribal daughters dance
There's the chief with a headdress and mask

There's the tribal elder - concocting a potion
There's the diplomatic princess - with all of her devotion

There goes the knights and warriors - ready for the hunt
You can hear the distant fanfare - the trumpets trump

Stop and listen to the maracas bells
Gather 'round the campfire - listening to the stories they tell

Speaking Navajo to the chief - you will soon find
He's marrying off his daughter - 'cause now it's her time

Through The Wall Of Wonder

Little girl with eyes so bright
Peering through binoculars, full of delight
A stone wall cradles her gentle stance
In a world of dreams, she dares to dance
Every whisper of the wind, she hears
Through her lenses, a universe unfolds
Adventure calls, her heart is bold

© daniel miltz

I hustle in the dark

#I_hustle_in_the_dark
I hustle in the dark, with a lead light in my hand, my focus on binoculars,  traps and ambushes which I fear not, since I've died trust in the light, with individuals armed with smiles and time ticking bombs, in both their hearts and minds, for everything I lay my hand on or eye to

I'm tired from being fed with lab made laughter and smiles, tired from being sucked and drained, for the name of love and friendship, tired from observing segments of my happiness and possibilities, being cutted inch by inch by this light, tired from distortions and twisting of my sense and intentions

I rather die in this dark, with my prosper on the chase and focus on the run, 'rather trip and fall from what is not visible to my eyes, than to persue and matain a life of gazing constantly to my back and every step I make, right there in the light, that brings no positive effect to my being 
#Poetic_Ink

to be or not to be polite

To be or not to be polite.

I sit on the terrace 
enjoying the spring sun
the sea is calm
I see in my binoculars
the president 
of Portugal taking 
his daily swim
Later in the day 
he will fly 
to Alentejo to 
judge in a dog show
My wife to read 
the Facebook
takes a dislike to 
a red-haired woman
says she is vulgar
tells me to be polite
She has a decorated
walking cane
wears green fingernails
changes the color
of her nails
to match her dress
of the day

Tourist attraction

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

Rockaway, NY

Ten mile peninsula in Queens, N.Y.,
nighttime jetties of moonlight white caps,
waves rising and ebbing.
My grandfather walking with me on the
daylight shore so many summers ago.

My dreams of Rockaway unfaded.
Watched the WTC twin towers being built
through binoculars.
Rockaway, in my soul's nostalgia
you still beckon.
Salted lips quenched by Coca-Cola.
The youth within me can still hear
the seagulls calling in the breeze,
and still see the amusement park
under 4th of July fireworks.
Dada, I miss you and Rockaway.

the adventure of a lifetime

grab goggles, private sugarly said, we are head to the depths of the sea.
henry pea, her comrade, threw the binoculars and they hit a knee.
"that’s okay, you can’t hurt the captain of this adventurous ship"
they sailed up and down the coast for hours, as waves slip and dip.
Mommy tried to slow them with tomato soup and one potato chip.

you are my first mate, she told him, congratulations are in order, Pea.
he smiled all the way to the next big pirate island loving sea.
sugarly kept throwing stuffed animals into the ship for a bigger crew.
they traveled around the capes, to North pole, and over to Kalamazoo.

In The Grass

The night hung still 
     beneath the clouded moon,
          and from our deck, 
   we watched the hazy glow.
The crickets softly chirped 
     their mating croon
          as shadows spread
by trees, danced down below.

And then, we saw it
      slithering out far!
          Out on the grass, 
  it undulated there-
a snake-like vision, 
     crawling- so bazaar;
          streaked white and black, 
it writhed- gave us a scare!

Soon heading closer,
      monster-like it moved.
          With night binoculars 
  held to our eyes-
could not believe- 
     with vision then improved,
          this mystery became
a huge surprise!

Sleek, white and black-
     and moving like a snake,
          a skunk with five kits
  lined up in a row
as one big monster- 
     such fear did awake;
          was wriggling in the grass, 
real low and slow!

Last Night

We stay up late,
laying in the yard
eagerly looking north
to see the comet passing.
Eventually we drive up the hill
above the valley lights
to sit and watch the dark sky.
Stars everywhere up there,
and planets too.
At last I see the faint hazy glow of the comet’s tail,
and we take turns looking through binoculars.
You and me,
like on a date,
up at the end of a dirt road.
We don’t kiss, we don’t even hold hands,
but when you exclaim with innocent delight
how marvelous it all is - 
the comet, the heavens, the planets, this planet - 
I think, I could spend a life with you.

(for Carol, 7/18/20)

The Stalker

He stands behind a large tree

A silhouette in the dark 

Patiently waiting and watching

Until she appears in sight


He is mesmerised by her beauty

He knows soon she will be his

His heart races with excitement

His and his only……as long as he lives


He watches her intently 

Until she disappears 

Puts the binoculars in is backpack

With all his new souvenirs …..!

Birdwatching

Each morn at dawn, I take my perch
Awaiting apt brightness to start my search.

A flash of wings, catches my eye,
As tiny flocks of birds flutter on by.

It's a busy time as hungry birds feed,
Diving below, poking in holes, rummaging in weed.

With binoculars at the ready, I spy
A flock of godwits flying high.

A gaggle of terns chatting away on sand banks
Sea gulls squabbling with wrens on the flanks.

The air is filled with a cacophony of sound
As each bird calls out its plea to be found.

In this peaceful time for me, I feel at ease
Lost in the bird count, squatting on knees

As the sun begins to rise up high in the sky
I bid my feathered friends goodbye

Until tomorrow, when I’ll be back
To watch the birds again, after a nap in shack.

Observing Leopard

Leopard looks solidly relaxed
Reposing in the top of his tree
Using binoculars, I marvel at his beauty.
Or her beauty, there is a regal magnificence about her
I wonder if she senses she is being watched.
As she licks her paws I get a weird feeling that she does not.
But then she stops and stares straight as an arrow toward me.
I stop breathing.

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