Long Bystander Poems

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Premium Member Charted Journey

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


Premium Member Hold Tight, Enjoy the Ride

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.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Who Am I

              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.
Form: Verse

Premium Member Passion Dot Com

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

Premium Member The Faceless One Who Is Shotby a Gun

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


Premium Member Seeing Your Life As A Movie

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.)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Mother

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

Premium Member Eaves Dropping

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 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.

GLORY OF WAR

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.

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