Long Bystander Poems
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sails fully set
anchor revved high
and rudder set
yet there is no wind
and no current
with the moon
an innocent bystander
watching a deceptive calm
waiting to rage
a dolphin encourages tranquility
but a mermaid surfaces
and bids her farewell
safe voyage she mocks
calls upon sea shells
to propel an ancient message
too often ignored
which only the hobgoblin
understand the full extent of
with longing and despair
the traveler throws
a small pebble into the ocean
ripples appear for a few moments
until a fog horn appeals for more movement
as the sea can be precarious
when waves and tides’ danger
appear only to be on the inside
Life is like a Roller Coaster
With many twists and turns
Once you get on it
There is no chance of to return
And be bystander,
Who is looking from the side
You have a ticket
A ticket to ride.
And what a ride it is
Up and down
Round and round you go
Excited by the heights
And depressed by the lows
Screams of delight by some
As they reach the highest peak
Of this Roller Coaster
Others too terrified to speak
As it dips and dives about
You have to hold on tight
For fear of falling out
Gathering your thoughts
As it comes to a bend
Brace yourself, everyone,
You have to stay on until the end.
Am I what I
can become since my die was cast?
Or is fate concrete-set immutable,
with me a bystander.
I think, have doubts, which confirms that I am exists,
but can promote and foster the universal
illusion of separate self,
in the soul's search for happiness and fulfillment.
Am I my mind,
or something deeper, undefined,
in a shifting fleeting game that I learn,
to play, get better at,
in time, with more trials and experiences?
Alas, there's no way of knowing where the truth lies.
Whether I am a fish cruising
alone, or in an 'I am' school of like 'am' kind.
Passion.com
Spencer was pretty much down and out and just holding onto
The rewards of a life serving country and oath to the Queen
If not for eyesight diminished when a bombshell shredded his face
He could have seen Buckingham Palace and the benefits of glory
Actually he stayed up and in because he lived on the 25th floor
Confined to modernity and loneliness and wasn’t asking for much
A few tins of soup left on the shelves and some mouldy coarse rice
Precious tuna which he kept for the cat licking his festering wounds
He had not showered for weeks his deodorant was eau de poverty
He reeked of urine like the lift he could not access for lack of his legs
The social worker popped in once a month a sweet overworked girl
But they had suspended his benefits because he missed his appointment
The food bank was far and thus the system failed him once more
A kind neighbour left a few scraps on his threshold and checked
Every now and so often whether he was still living or gratefully dead
The Victoria Cross dangled around a Jesus statuettes’ loin cloth
Spencer lost his wife when she died by a bullet only rubber they said
A mere bystander in the Tottenham riots what did Grannie do on the streets
If not scavenging for thrown away food to feed Spencer herself and the cat
Son died in Iraq and daughter in prison for lifting candy and a rub on tattoo
His neighbour came to the rescue again and gave him an ancient computer
‘You can log in with my internet from next door because sharing is caring’
The website passion.com has become his window to connect to the world
That is when she drops him a coin for the electricity meter in compassion
25th June 2019
Those bones are salted;
Spread around the skull by orthodontist;
The artist constructs he's faultless
The face of the faceless one:
Abandoned be at the holding a gun;
Menus heat it up in the political kitchen;
Christians rights to raise their arms;
Freedom Liberties right to bear arms;
Strike them dead, coffins lined with lead;
Must save the Soul and Spirit from the nuclear fallout;
What in Heaven's name are you talking about;
Freedom's Liberty to bear arms;
Assassinations of innocent bystander;
Bullets flying through the air everywhere;
Your mothers and daughter's crying;
No one's around real right the right to bear arms;
The face of the faceless one
I have a right to bear arms
Someone take this out of my chest;
My body's riddled like broken glass;
This at best,
Mankind's political system stinks?
BANG?????????
MY GOD today I just been SHOT...
10/19/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
Take a long look at your life
no matter its length of years
whether that be short or long
look at how significant its sphere
Make your life like a movie
what would your part be to play?
a starring role or just a bystander
being humble or arrogant, would you say
Thinking aloud about your life
starting from your first day of birth
moving through all life's stages
laugh or cry for all your worth
Look ahead to your future days
no matter how many you've got
make them full of technicolour
remember the good you've been taught
Now make your trailer appealing
so many would want to come and see
be thankful and grateful for all of life
it's yours to live to be free!
(Reflecting on one's life and pondering it as a movie.)
This perfect unforgettable incident occurred
during the summer I'd turned four years old
kneeling awaiting the four o'clock flowers
to open and close again I expressed this
sudden experience as the outward action
why in my tiny soul this truly meant
during four o'clock mass Mary appears
as she takes the flowers breath away a simple
sigh just for a small unseen moment
why seen only by the naked eyes of the innocent
bystander awaiting her arrival I would feel so serene
afterwards keeping my eyes apon the flowery vines
the sun would shine so bright as the image of Mary
appeared every time sometimes she'd be weeping
other times she would just hover above me
with an enchanting smile of pure pleasure
watching a child understand the meaning
of the outward action she would sometimes gesture
towards the father the holy spirit the presence
of fire burning just beneath my breast bone
I'd always kneel weeping afterwards
virtue had taken away all of my fearful inquires
Listening devices carefully hidden in the rafters compete with
Nosy neighbours vying for a few favours from the governing party
'Nothing to fear' as long as one is on board with the Secret Police
It is all for the good of the people and order must be preserved
Today surveillance cameras are out in the open for transparency reasons
They bug phones for democracy and follow my banking transactions
No place to hide even if you live in a cave because of satellite navigation
No respite for Socrates who states under torture that he knows nothing at all
We need the drones for Amazon and cannot recall the breast plated armour
Eaves dropping is merely a bit of collateral damage and small price to pay
Nietzsche was wrong and there are gods called money power and war
Fortunately the little devices work on solar energy under cover of justice
A couple of raids and a token Constitution on turning tables and shelves
Life Liberty for the Pursuit of happy domination and servile acclamation
Mein Kampf mixed with George Orwell and flies devouring the good Lord
Fancy armbands searching for books to burn and people willing to follow
I blamed my father for not standing up for freedom when Jews vanished
When smouldering ashes of Gypsies and of whom they called deviant
Must have stung his nose into nausea and when he closed his eyes
'It was not me' he may have claimed and that the orders were not negotiable
'Fight the beginnings' and when 'right becomes wrong opposition is duty'
And yet while the news flash by like a soap opera from apathy and hell I
Only buy a hoody speak in whispers use paper money and break my phone card
But I am more than a bystander and therefore guilty of treason and cowardice
25th December 2019
The Tree in My Front Garden
The stalwart tree that stands erect
Proud against a cloudy backdrop
Bows faithfully in my front garden
A sculpted wonder created by time
With arms to encompass life itself
Allowed to live and still not hewn
A breezy giant for feathered friend
Where perches exude from generous girth
Light brown and roughly textured
Encompassed by a feathery spree
Of permanent jade
That sings and sways into the wind
Fragile atop, yet terra firma,
A silent bystander that guards the fore
Whispering caution about the trespass
Amid its wooden realm
Inclining loyal friend that seeks
To brush the pane with true affection.
The smell of fear is on the air
But still i keep on marching...
Side by side with my ally,
I find courage to face what's ahead
With shaking knees and fearful heart
Ubruptly I stop!
and bravely face the enemy
What will happens next is on gods will
Like a hurricane,
they come with a roar
Death is coming,
violently.!
I hold on to my shield,
fiercely.!
Unsheath my sword swiflty.
Every dagger that pierce,
leaves an ugly reminder;
A battle scars that will remain.!
I stab and kill endlessly
Though a shield protects,
a great blow will still put me down
On my knees and gives bruises!
Still, i keep on fighting...
Hoping they surrender
The pain of loosing always breaks me..
But no matter,
never will I, be a bystander
That stays on the side while a battle unfolds.