Long Observation Poems
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There is a way..That seems right to man; yet
In the end it leads to death.'
I or we, see atrocitys..Each one more lurid, and more
Luridly depicted by legacy media.'
These events are to be remedied by more violence.?
I feel; i must say these thoughts? to the world.
In life there are challenging events, some are affected
More, than others and more often.'
How can we mitigate such.? Many times we wish to
Yet this involves a great effort mentally and physically.
It is prefferable to, bring our position to the other person'
Or persons.? Sooner rather than later.'
I think? in this manner.'
In control of your emotions, not letting anger enter your mouth.' Acknowledge what causes the other partys stance
And they should iterate what causes your discomfit.'
All of us are appointed to an earthly death, in any event also
We cannot take negative actions back, so be careful not
To create more of them.' Each day holds new opportunity.
The world as imperfect as it is, holds enough scope to
Allow improvement, are we willing to be part of solutions?
Can we break the new ground of peace.? And plant the
Seeds of harmony.?
Right out of the gate
the world grows eyes on the inside of time.
A banana tree as tall as an eyelash
bears bunches of fat yellow legs,
clusters of pendular legs are called hands.
Contradictions serve to jog you out of your mind.
Try not to think of babies kicking their own toes,
or ponder too much
on tarantulas and small venomous snakes.
Lifting the rusting machinery of a primal brain
can be hard work if you’re not used to it.
nevertheless,
raise a blink that takes a snapshot of a life.
After much rehabilitation and recover
feel free to postulate
that life seems much longer than it really is.
Most mature bananas are about the same length,
this simple observation alone
will make you unrecyclable forever.
I tried to express myself like you,
Your style, rhythm, sense
Of pace and form, which floated
From the page with every piece I read.
It seemed your language was like
A drug, that filled each recess
Of my inner self, made me understand
I was now in a higher state of being.
Each word, every inflection, each
Observation transported me
On a flowing river, sometimes quickly
Sometimes gently and, unfailingly,
Carried me to the sea of knowledge.
I knew I hadn't always grasped,
Your meaning, your intentions,
And had to save your wisdom
For another time, when, with a
Maturer mind I could fathom
That which you had imparted.
But who are you; as others know,
You passed away a long time ago,
And I, a mere journeyman,
Hopefully, carries within me the
Spirit of your voice, inside of mine.
Ephemeral Recollections of the Passage of Time
Ephemeral recollections of the passage of time
General inspections of a population in decline
Congenital directions of a genealogy in scientific refine
Perennial distortions of a perspective in pure mime
Elegant notions of a theory on entropy
Pertinent commotions of what the third eye can truly see
Innocent devotions about what it’s like to live in poverty
Malcontent emotions over what it means to be truly free
Singular visions for the indiscriminately proud
Angular decisions as you power through the crowd
Rectangular incisions on the throats of the politically loud
Perpendicular divisions as the dead are placed into their shrouds
A cacophony forming at the base of a mountain range
The topography calling out the wierd and indiscriminately strange
The cartography of the wicked and the fundamentally derranged
The anthropology of society and what it means to be defamed
Litigious corporate lawyers claiming their money on the side
Ambitious politicians out for what they cannot hide
Pernicious inhibitions of a man enslaved by pride
The vicious extraditions of those who just jumped on for the ride
Enlightening notions of the concepts of spiritual awakening & transcendence
Frightening potions of imposition and rememberance
Lightening bolts of intuition and incendiary elegance
Siphoning jolts of inhibition as we see through the embellishments
Contaminated water and superficial elements of decay
The celebrated quarter of what it means to have your say
The inundated distorter of truth among the games that we play
The contentious border of Ukranian land on international display
We walk this earth in discontent and observation of the crimes
And give a wide girth to the consequence of the symbol of the times
But what we have learned in the enlightened abstinence has created pure refine
And what we’ve earned in the brightened elegance, as we proudly step out of line
I hate it that you allow their words
Cause you to stumble
It shouldn't you know
They are talking from a space of observation
Whereas you are in your skin
You experience every emotion
Who are they to spew negativity
Who are you to even listen to the judgements handed out
Please allow yourself the freedom to walk away or evict yourself from places where your peace are in question
You deserve peace
You deserve joy
Everyday will not be the same
But you should not stumble over people's opinions
There are way more important obstacles to overcome
OBSERVATION
outlook on life
a contemporary
belief
worthy
of
attention
the setting
tense
a depiction
to witness
ordinary
life
day-to-day
in
countless
retrospects
from the
darkness
bring forth
light
via
different
identities
purveying
realism&
embracing
the unique
gift
within
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
Defiant I am, Defiant I'll Always be..
As I stand by Humanity in the Face of Adversity
To merely consider our lives as in a listless tide, and only following the herd,
Or the life of a caged and consequently soulless bird,
You might then think in fact that there might be,
a never ending finale to that kind of story,
But ages gone and eons passed by, have already now re-learned,
That the Soul defies the breath and so therefore breathes again, to then in fact have - the final word,
Mankind needs nurture for both young and the old,
It is so very naive not to observe the blatent honest truth,
That along with everything else, not already being sold;
Providence is already there within the genes of those,
As a dormant but self evident proof,
And yet of course within our soul,
Why do you not listen to the wise, or to the brazen and the bold?
Naked is the man who yet thinks he's wearing clothes,
Though somehow yet without them, will never ever be told..
Rebellion against a most severe but covert oppression,
Would have to be a very fine thing, yet in dismal abject naivety,
For in ignorance be it - so,
and even for those - its Bliss,
Tho for now a sick adhesion to dumb foreboding attrition..
With nothing to gain in servitude to anything such as this,
..But by loving and praising our own dismal captivity,
Anyone in truth should have learned their lesson,
But not too many escape that dumb insanity,
Tricked by a Lie mixed with truth
and Deception,
And so it is in the end, just sheer wanton stupidity,
Observation and ability is then the key..
to Awakening and Awareness,
Of just who our enemies are
and thereafter for this consensus,
To bring forth all those lacking
in bravery..
Rekindle your fighting spirit,
our headstrong native consciousness,
To then emerge from an obvious downtrodden slavery,
Defiant I am, Defiant I'll Always be..
As I stand by Humanity in the Face of Adversity.
Kurt Hubbard-Beale
August 28 2022
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HARMONY OF THE WHOLE
fruitful dialogues
prolific
in a multitude
of exchanges
of latest trends
circle&
orbit
the primitive
as aspects
conjure
intense moods
&
surface &
level
by observation
this profound
but transitory
intimacy
is the soul
of things
that isolates
the ephemeral
&
ends in synthesis
with an
ecstasy of fanfares
so
delicate
an extravagance
yes
it essentially
bestows
a mystical conception
of
recorded thoughts
dissected
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Reality, wow what a concept
lifes provable facts
those incontrovertible truths
things that stick out and not fall in the cracks
Its subject to interpretation you see
describing the elephant for the blind
this part the leg,
that a tail, this part a trunk!! Divine!
For reality takes an observer
to set itself in the track
if that tree fell in the woods with no one to hear
did it make a sound of a crack?
Without perception, it's all contention
if it ever existed at all
and we are all running around with vivid imaginations on ground
till incontrovertible evidence is found
See it, touch it, document away
till the item in question is in decay
or maybe even obliterated away
the observation itself causing the obliteration to stay
And so that was how faith was born
for people to believe in others known truths
we didn't have to experience it first hand
we just had to trust like a youth
And from that comes charlatans
who mangle that truth for cash
and make the world a caricature
and history rewritten despite past
With no firm understanding of what is
or firm understanding of what was
people lose their compass
and look to god above
The story was always in the Middle East namely the Israeli State
Where the Savior will defeat the beast in these the days so late
With Israeli troops now on the ground the Black Bear sits in wait
In Revelations this can be found everything but the hour and date
The soon nuclear Iran is there and their best trading partner Germany
Of course Russia sits up North there and Libya too we shall see
And you remember that Arab spring and all the facts understood
Do you know what that will bring well I certainly feel that you should
And now as Israel continually chips away such anger begins to brew
What has long since been a fray has now escalated to something new
What are these columns of smoke with the coming eclipse and red moon
But this is certainly not a joke as something big is going to happen soon
Hopefully this situation will abate but just look around the world today
Civil unrest is just one other trait as it's for peace we should all pray
But once the final Trumpet is sounded the judgment already given
You'll know these words were founded as seen in how you're living
An observation of what the Bible stated over 3,000 years ago
to what is happening in current events today.