Long Observations Poems
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The bitterly heavy rains had cleared,
and though the afternoon heat
reeked more of eternal summer
than of spring, we felt her hover
through our wide-eyed gazes,
the unapologetic smiles and in
every wrong turn taken, in
every awkward interaction.
Amidst a meadow of paper and texts,
fresh intellect shows signs of blossom
while the wardens of nature -
the lapwings and ravens - observe
the dawn of a season of rebirth.
A/N: I just started my university journey, and my father (who also went to the same uni like 35 years ago) saw the common areas of the university packed with undergrads and commented on how it looked like spring in full bloom. I really liked that imagery, and I told him I'd write a poem on it, so here we are. I also incorporated some other observations I'd made - like how animals (especially birds) were super tame on campus grounds.
The more mature ladies sit aside
Engrossed in conversing
Contented in perusing dance
Some their feet rehearsing
Such a seat up high with a view
Alone upon the hill
Longing once again to dance
And tap out those fancy rills
In a plain Calico day dress,
A coat once rich now worn
Dreaming of spring, as peach dress swings
A spring day newly born
Different shades of springs clear blue sky
White apple blossom gown
Spring green decorations line hall
Peach blossom dress the crown
Off in the distance, the sound of the train
The whistle announces
It has stopped here in this young town
From train master bounces
There's a package over his shoulder
Sealed in a fancy bag
He mounts his horse that is waiting
Behind he did not lag
The lady that sits high on hill
In a gazebo hoping
Unaware that riders from town
Approach as she's coping
He tells her of observations
Of her strong courage
In the bag he brought a gown
One that matched her virtue
The belle of the cotillon ball
Dressed in emeral green
A velvet dress made just for her
One fit for a great queen
Inspired by
Isaiah Zerbst's
Contest: Ballroom Delights
From the painting by: Victor Gabriel Gilbert
Written: Over several days in November 2014
Here I am in MY domain surrounded by obnoxious creatures;
A motley range of beings with odd and varied features!
All I want is some food, a place to snooze and a little peace,
But all I get is harassment - it never seems to cease!
I abhor that scrawny parrot and his stream of dirty words,
And the constant din of that clutch of noisy, twittering birds!
If I so much as meow or purr, I'm banished from the room
By a screeching two-legged omnivore chasing me with a broom!
That mongrel cur even gets to sleep with them in the bed,
And all in all it seems that he is better fed.
He gets away with breaking things with his swishing tail,
But if I so much as nip her plants, boy, at me she'll rail!
I'm forever getting yelled at for one thing or another:
"Get away from the baby's crib else the little dear you'll smother!"
"Quit pestering the dog!" "Get your paws outta the fishes' bowl!"
"Stop teasing the gerbils - cat, you really try my soul!"
I'm tempted to saunter to the barn and shmooze with the cattle,
And forego all this nonsense and no longer fight the battle.
But no, I take pleasure in sticking around to hear them sneeze!
Seems I create some kind of allergy wafting on the breeze!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© 2014 All Rights Reserved)
BUD & GLOW
Think not my silence forgetfulness
my meaning now to you declare,
my resolution to be, all in this
poetry.This diversity of your
favours now,I dare no longer
silent stay.Some observations
I have framed to myself and
relate to you today.My tears,
many for you,to bud &glow
and bear fruit in your soul and
not take their toll,such fruit of
my observations will I’m sure
bless you more and more.I fear
only that I haver omitted some
fitting circumstance,yet you will
pardon my haste and forgive if
my verse is not entirely to your taste.
From George Herbert letters 1,2,3,4,8
9,10,12,13,15
*A Phrasis is a structured verse where the poet uses selected prose phrases of another writer’s(not a poet) to compile unique poetry therefrom as a tribute thereto,the word phrasis is Greek for phrase
Listen to me read this phrasis of mine on youtube under the name ichthyschiro
“Holmes, what is the secret of your glory,
What keeps us thrilled and rapt right to the end?”
“The hook of a swell detective story -
Quite elementary, my modern friend."
“Your methods by deduction, I must tell,
Earned you renown for the most brilliant mind.”
“Crime is common, logic rare, so I dwell
On hidden clues, the suspects leave behind.”
"Some tricky cases racked Scotland Yard's brains,
What would be your best sleuthing card to play?"
"The very truth lies in what still remains,
As slim improbabilities outweigh."
“With such demanding hardcore duty, you
must have pastime of some distinguished type.”
“No doubt, my curious fan, I have a few:
Observations, dear Watson and my pipe.”
“Where are you in the matters of the heart,
The rumor has it, women aren’t your 'thing'?”
“There was but one I held in high regard,
The one, who could plot well as well as sing.”
“With due respect to your uncanny wit,
What’s your advice to those, who murder still?”
“One’s life is not your own, hands off it,
No one is granted a license to kill!”
“Would you please share your most frustrating case?”
“Here, the cold one to my shame and disgrace :
Watson and I once camping at the site,
Turned out to be a very chilled event.
By shrewdly staring at the starry night,
I then deduced that someone stole our tent!
That scurrilous tent thief getting away,
Like Speckled Band still haunts me to this day.”
"Born most revered detective of all times,
Well, Sherlock, what’s the saga of your birth?”
“This basic question, though I solved tough crimes,
You’d ask Sir Conan Doyle for what that’s worth.”
February 5, 2022
My truck has been broken for quite some time
I needed something at the store…
The closest convenient store is an hour walk
So, I started to walk on a beautiful day
On the side of a busy road, to get there
I saw green grass and brown grass
Patches of different colors in the trees
I saw skid marks and cracked pavement
Mushrooms and clusters of clover
I saw litter: plastic bottles, empty cigarette packs,
Shot glasses, pieces of paper and more
I passed a river in a green, lush ravine
And a still, calm pond with pretty reflections
I saw tire tracks in the dirt and shiny stones
The sky was blue and the sun was hot
I saw crazy drivers and good drivers
Flowers and bushes of all different kinds
Observations not seen, with so much on our minds!
Heidi Sands
10/6/21
groovy graying grateful ghost
happy Halloween party’s healthy host
he was humble, did not boast
in truth, we all liked him the most
out of a ditch climbed an ugly witch
this party went on without a pause or hitch
Greedy gremlins danced swishing a switch
I ended up with a giant gremlin named Mitch
cutting in was a gigantic green ghoul
I do not dance with them as a rule
But this one I recognized from grade school
He told me he’d always considered me a jewel
In a bit I saw a carved pumpkin, Jack
I knew him from his carved hump back
Sorry I said to the vampire named Mack
I handed him a discarded trick-or-treat sack
Arriving now was Heather, the Halloween queen
prettiest October faerie I’d ever seen
She was warm and friendly, not at all mean
She did not put on airs, primp or preen
Best Halloween queen ever I said, giving her a toast.
She surely is! Added our groovy graying grateful host.
Seeking out tranquility
Transcendent information that allows the mind to be free
Interdependent adaptation that science ensures you see
Resplendent observations that you find only in your dreams
Ascendant liberations that teach you to believe
Applications of complications that see you need representation
Calculations of culminations that combine to give you resignation
Dedications of postulations which require intellectual renovations
Allocations of moderations that take it to the next level innovation
There is not an easy answer when your constantly in question
Like the silhouette of a dancer who defies physical comprehension
There is too much enhancer at these cosmetic conventions
So he remains a freelancer to protect his good intentions
Annexation of a land that was once a sovereign state
Starvation on their hands as there is too little done too late
Accusations that they demand as the air is filled with hate
Aberrations that can’t stand unless the people demonstrate
Exploration of a new reform that brings about possibility
Designation of the tired and worn who live without probability
Resignation of the concepts that are forlorn that engender nobility
Temptation of the broken and torn just seeking out tranquility
They stood in the bright Andalucian sunlight
The noble sunflowers with stance upright
Massed yellow ranks portray solidarity
Faces and heights display uniformity
Unquestioning loyalty to the hot sun
First the seeds are sown and their hearts are won
Swaying in the breeze their gaze never falters
As their master’s arc continually alters
Brown, yellow or purple faces can be
And a bright yellow halo surrounds all three
Broad coarse-toothed leaves on spiral stems lie
These giant plants stand fifteen feet high
Beneath their beauty lies valuable treasure
Leaves, seeds and oil to be used at our pleasure
Dried seeds are eaten or ground to make bread
Oilcake to stock and poultry are fed
As blazing sun sets on hot, summer days
Sunflowers bow their heads through lack of sun rays
But with summer over they wither and die
Ready for use as food supply
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Published in Ensalada Mixta: Observations and Inspirations
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"Little can compare with the dazzling yellow of fields of sunflowers in the Spanish sunshine. However, it is a short-lived spectacle and soon decay takes hold. It is a story about nature’s way. It is also a story which can happen to the people of a country – hope, oppression and destruction. The difference is that there is no choice in nature but there is a choice for people."
2nd place in Have You Published. Sponsored by Line Gauthier November 2020
Yesterday, I did two things simultaneously (a red-letter day for me). I laughed at a comment from our poet, Gershon Wolf, whom we know for his sly wit and wisdom, and listened to a recording of the traditional folk ballad, Sovay, by the band Pentangle, popular in the 60's and 70's. This poem was written to that melody, but today when I read it, I'm using the melody of the Irish folk song, the Doffing Mistress. Hmm, I should add a chorus...
I looked at my inbox today,
just to see what folks might say,
and I saw, to my glad surprise,
my poem was seen by the wolfman's eyes.
Wolfy, right fol ra, Wolfy, right fol ree
Who is this wolfman? I must know -
he who leaves such a happy glow.
His observations, fun and games,
are always signed under comical names.
Wolfy, right fol ra, Wolfy, right fol ree
One thing that's plain to see,
on politics, we won't always agree,
but he reminds me all the while,
it's important to keep a smile.
Wolfy, right fol ra, Wolfy, right fol ree
Do you also check your inbox
for words from that crafty wolf or fox,
or look to see if it contains
jokes from the man of a thousand names?
Wolfy, right fol ra, Wolfy, right fol ree