Long Observations Poems
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The baby in the check-out line was the only one smiling.
The cage free eggs and the free-range eggs met at a boundaries workshop.
The lone golf course Goose struggled to get out of the sand trap.
In a distant frozen corn field the crows snuggled with the scarecrow.
The sideline Squirrels puffed their tails and chanted: “GO NUTS! GO NUTS!”.
The “Elves on the Shelfs” union filed a class action suit.
On Share a Gift Day Timmy brought diapers for the Baby Jesus.
Joe Biden has Mistletoe in his back pocket…you figure it out.
The Global Warming Coalition canceled its demonstration…it was too cold out.
Turtles that washed ashore on Martha’s Vineyard got the same treatment as the illegal aliens.
A large group of Christmas carolers was arrested for disturbing the peace.
"Chugging through life, we've come far,
pause dear hearts, to ask who we are."
Quote by - Unseeking Seeker
I think about my childhood days,
For some parts I was in a daze;
I think, do I remember it?
Or did stories create this maze !
Soul, spirit and character knit,
Though emotions have changed a bit;
Each joy and pain seems enduring,
For have courage to never quit !
Health fades as I am maturing,
pills to slow death are assuring;
my life quest a quiet battle,
words of kindness reassuring !
My life journal I call- that hill,
To not write words never that ill;
Observations page after page,
My words may make some hearts rattle !
I have arrived at a bliss stage,
It transcends all joy, pain and rage;
And cleanses my soul of all grief,
To fling open with glee my cage !
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January 13, 2022
Poetry/Rubaiyat/Who Am I You Ask
Copyright Protected, ID -01-1421-425-13
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Who Am I
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 01/14/2022
First Place
At some point on the edge of this human trial
of being frustrated, angry and tired
I stopped posting for awhile,
the exposes of this burning world on fire.
Did you notice I was gone
when so many others sang their songs?
Sitting back, stepping away from the torrent
observations on the earth left me depressively abhorrent.
How did we get to here
with lives are so lost upon this revolving sphere?
History will judge us by what occurs these days
wonder how the truth will be displayed
by the writers who emote
the words and actions spoke.
The times will come again
when the populace will surely take a stand
resuming and reigniting the moral gland
that lies deeply embedded within man.
With kind, gentle eyes
Caressing with smiles
Whispering shyly
Within sapphire lights
Resembling fireflies
Flickering thru nights
Enchanting the stars
Passionate praises
Powerful prayers
Echoing through dreams
Coloring worlds whole
Soothing compassion
Filling my heart up
With graceful pure love
Promising my thoughts
Surely find a place
On silence that waits
Only to be breathed
On clouds of misty
Mornings, dawns delight
Startling with wonders
Beloved vows of
Song and poetry
In the eyes of one
Who knows me deeply
Completely, sweetly
And he still loves me
With perfect passion
Like a touch of lips
Moistened for his kiss
Anacreontic Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
April 8, 2021
Anacreontic verse is an Ancient Greek lyrical form, consisting of 20- to 30- line poems with three to five syllables per line. Developed by 6th century B.C. poet Anacreon. A form that emerged during the height of the dramatic, musical, artistic, and poetic culture. The poems revolved around themes of love, infatuation, revelry, festivals, and observations of everyday life.
Wild exploits of hunting food
Other indications of self-survival
Light moves the wolf on the terrain
Few observations as the vultures fly
Inner thoughts of hunger and survival
Nnumerous observation still as vultures snack their beaks
Solid rushes the wolf ponders running
Hostilely he moves towards his prey
Earliest observations vultures circling praying hurry-up
External evidences seems to favor the wolf looks like a dog
Physiological drives still the birds of prey wild, when you going to kill
Critical reflections birds of prey yet still circling
Latter rushes the dog, barking and sniffing…ruff-ruff-bark
Observed visage views wolf still looks like a German Shepard
Total reception now sounds of barking and sniffing…ruff-ruff-bark
Hardly visible now as the cat, the mountain lion leaps into the air
Innermost thoughts from bow-wow, to roar and a meow…
Nervous discharges wolf-dog no longer barks at…
Gloomy thoughts you see for the Vultures were wolfs in Sheep clothing?
8/6/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
A very good morning to all my fans,
My uplighters, my blossom,
an add on to my faithful viewers
amongst my midst
in a pandemonium world:
While the bush fire continues out west
in Brooklyn streets, we still wish for mango trees,
Instead of the many visible dumpsters,
Our Netflix, our prime videos,
Our, You Tubes channel streaming, while
Some represent modern times, the others have just
The right touches for one’s loneliness in lockdown towns,
In all of our troubled days of depression,
*The vast new reports of shunning, is uprising my fans*
How the world copes with madness, and death
Per day, as the world spin faster, and faster,
To a never-ending dilemma,
But somehow, the richest demand more gold,
While the low renter, begs the government for help..
*The roses and the lilies talk of art and also of love.**
At the summit conferences what really do they talk about?
Under the various mask faces?
A very good morning to all my fans,
My uplighters, my blossom, a add on to my
Faithful viewers amongst my midst
in a pandemonium world:
This is not poetry, only observations my friends.
Christmas spirit was all over the house.
A day for a party, but with plenty of louse.
Ding-a-ling-bring-some-sling unseeing Dan
Came alone, which is always the best that he can.
He contributed chocolate fudge that was tasty and sweet.
For his amazing mother’s sugar cookies cannot be beat.
Candy cane crystals blinked in succession from the Christmas tree.
You want to know about everybody? I asked. Come sit by me.
Take a bite out of every piece of pie for corpulent Laura is back.
She drove up in a shanty of a Hackensack beer belly without any tack.
We knew now the party could truly begin, and possibly turn on a whim.
For she usually brings Enthusiastic Essie, her fun-loving, identical twin.
Christmas carols were being piped in courtesy of the host’s daughter.
Gladypipes herself is not here, absent after running off with a potter.
Watch out! Pompous unholy Lady of the Arrogance church is here.
Sitting alone in a corner, on her non-smelling, prissy stuck up rear.
Some of the newcomers have sat down, trying to make small talk.
Discovering she is as mean as they come with uplifted beak of a hawk.
Christmas party full swing now. People are gobbling up cakes and pie.
In the east, I see Jesus’s happy star, winking down from the sky.
Prissy non-listening glistening, kissening, fissening Man of the West.
Is flitting from young woman to old matron, flicking winks at the rest.
Most of us felines know him exceedingly well in a rather bad way.
He's dated every single one of us from twenty to forty; he likes to stray.
Another successful party, full of gusto and girth, gladness and giggles.
I write it all down quickly with juicy whorls, curls, and squiggles.
Fire from tears
The alluring energies in temper clearly not seen,
a stream that keeps the impulse of action keen.
Gifted to our souls inheritance in magic delight,
ocean of love and its fiery desires in all might.
Blinded by the same by leaping into that feisty gesture,
wonderment in force by natures survivor instinct for sure.
Love’s mate senses that heart to touch by compassion,
daring to that bountiful store even beyond the ashes.
Beyond mere infatuation with deeper dreams of fears,
blessed spirits in need of sweetest relief by tears.
The harvested belief with pulsing energy of wonderland perception,
overflowing the fountain of love by direction.
Lusty flames fanned in awe to know love’s mysteries,
silky threads as safety net in self-righteous hysterias.
The worth of our love as ambrosial taste to know,
transcendent capture with love’s wisdom by a blow.
Intimate compulsions weaving actions into relativity,
observations from the spirit fire of eternity.
Came from work, exhausted and moody,
fall is advancing with an improvised, swift pace,
but the meteorologist defies it with the happiest face;
and tomorrow I'll wake up and trot away!
Planned a day in the merry sunshine,
with a basked full of treats and a bottle of red wine,
to be consumed by the shade of an elm with my dearest;
and all the songbirds I will invite to my afternoon's feast!
We lay on the neatest blanket, facing the calmest, eastern sea
as sailboats drift by...a toddler listens to his mom's nostalgic song,
and in her tender voice that soldier's smile, on rippled waves, appears;
and tears, with a solar luster, fall on the pristine sand to recall her lost love.
Seagulls glide over to announce the close of an August's evening
still huddled in intimate embrace, the rushing waves tickle our toes,
and not minding their amusing play, we carry on and not withdraw;
before we lift the damp blanket, we are greeted by stars in throngs.
Planned a day in the merry sunshine,
a fantasy realized by two who will dream of this passionate season,
remembering our tanned faces and skin glittering with sand;
waving goodbye to the disheveled mother and trembling child.
Note: These are the observations of a happy couple spending a day on the beach,
but the happiness they felt wasn't shared by a mother and child who both missed a husband
and father; and by the sad look on their faces, gazing out to the sea...he had gone to the
Iraq War, and unfortunately had never returned home.
Morning light shimmers
Floating dust welcome;
Excited salutation
World awakes
Noisy traffic;
Rush of work day
Knock on the door
Peephole lookout;
Real estate agent
Morning cuppa
Fortified supplements;
Health insurance
Bamboo trees
Walkway sentinels;
Windy voices hum
Old plumeria tree
Speaks in vivid colours;
Reds, yellows, whites bloom
Lift alarm screaming
Fire drill or short circuit;
Irritating noise
Balcony view
Ant-people far below;
Busy antics ply
Temple oracle
Praying on a wish;
Curious bystanders
Church petitions
Man keeps busy asking;
Attendance compulsory
Despite our faiths
Man remains unchanged;
Unsure and insecure
Voice of dawn
Hurling new songs;
Rapture unnoticed
Bold ideas fashion
New collections;
Recycle old orbits
Day after day
Same old, same old;
What's new pussycat
Hymn and prayer
Endless petitions;
Too much noise
Go deeply now
Linger right here;
Discern afresh
When, where and how
Who, why and what;
Unanswered questions
Weary and tired
Dreary world swirls;
Awaiting salvation
Look beyond reason
To fit new rhymes;
Seasonal permutations
Looking out
Peeping in;
Who cares
Lost in the crowd
I search for something;
I don't know why
Rules are rules
Useful as tools;
Transcend and discard
Once in a while
A sincere smile;
Cynics fling piles
Go beyond terms
Let feelings style;
Spontaneous voice
Seek then the light
Beyond meaning;
Seize true rapture
When the soul awakes
Magic and mystic
Charm with bold say
Words once empty
Pregnant with rapture;
Creation sings
In a clear vessel
The empty space:
Is most valuable
Go beyond form
Beyond norm;
Flirt with impulse
Words are devices
Language crude formats;
Soul sublimates
Sense a sure gap
Between said and done;
Herein possibilities field
Leon Enriquez
16 August 2014
Singapore