Long Spotter Poems

IN THE WILD

Early morning, we go for a drive,
An awesome feeling as we arrive,
At our camp gate which, opens 
At 6 o’clock, 
Now we are in the African bush
Which, will unlock,
Moments that we have missed...

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IN THE WILD 
( Re Post)

Early one morning, we begin our drive,
An awesome feeling as we arrive,
At our camp gate which, opens 
At six o’clock, 
Now we are in the African bush
Which, will unlock,
Moments that...

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Once upon a time a gymnast teacher told a girl, 
and all her classmates, 
to gather round 
to spot the student currently bouncing 
on the trampoline. 

They circled 
to volunteer a ring of imperfectly rhythmed
but...

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The first time I saw my father I was a year and 8 months old. He had returned home for a short respite  before shipping out to England to prepare for the invasion. It...

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You are dying for a simplified system when your economy is filled to the brim; you are looking for a simplified system so take a ride with me to the gym. 

You want your meal...

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Five miles of neatly spaced suckered palm planted 
Bustling promenade,
Not withstanding a provincial cafe-culture 
Of restaurants and exciting little bars,
Enhance upon regal elegance of the crammed hotels
Regency period style facades;
Their fashionable shadows slowly lifting and...

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Out of the blue on this summer day
Richie asks me if I want to swim with him across the lake
Sure what the hell and that is that
I will match the older boy’s vim and whim
Two...

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SNIPER

A yell “ man down;” then zing, pock, pock,
pock, pock against the sandbag revetment.

Down on the plain is a man in a spider hole,
he is well hidden and armed well enough,
smokeless powder provides no clues.

Binoculars...

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A monochrome of boho days
segue one another surreptitiously.
Endless pantomimes of idle chatter flutter by.
Cantilever bridge, a one stop halting site for gossip and suspense.
Small talk, bespoke winged creature, Combe of pleuron.
Turin shroud spotter in the...

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Bring out your white, bring out your red,
Bring out the grapevine's daughter,
Enough to fill a waterbed,
We'll drink it down like water,

Pour it cold, pour it cool,
Pour it a little hotter,
Fill the glass - the golden...

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He was spotted by an A.T.V. rider.
The rider phoned emergency services.
The services scrambled to reach the spot
where the spotter spotted the man up a tree.
Meanwhile the press were alerted.
Press trucks raced to the spot where...

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Cok the hammer, drop the blotter, And we will swim through muddy water
Just drop all your defenses, Don't build fences, blur your senses
Watch the corner, your my spotter, We'll walk right through the bloody slaughter

Cok...

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A SNIPERS TALE
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


My spotter and I form a highly efficient crew
Dedicated to eliminating those menacing you
We take up position under the cover of night
Then search for the sniper hidden from sight
Scour the terrain...

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Justly winged from worm to flying kin                            ...

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*Image of the enthroned Roman goddess Ceres provided by Pixabay.

Ceres, Goddess of Harvest: The Pact

Birthright rules they are Jupiter's sisters,
Hera, Vesta, Ceres, whose names glisters.

Ceres, the goddess of crop gathering,
whom the gods treat the best,...

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I am no woebegone capon peon
for forks and knives to come upon,
no, I am a busy rooster father
in serious need of a duty roster
to ensure my hens and chicks prosper.
I cannot falter as enemy spotter,
I...

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I will arise and go now, and go to St David's Head :
A picnic I will have there, with tea from a Thermos flask;
And I will walk the coastal path, and by this path be...

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Deep beneath the emerald-green water
Off the coast of Sarasota, Florida,
Five young divers and an experienced spotter
Searched for the so-called blue hole “Amberjack.” 
We skirted the edges down a hundred feet
And soon found ourselves facing darkness
[Even...

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Rainbows are made of droplets of water
Refracting and reflecting the sun's light.
Anything more depends on the spotter,
In how one perceives this natural sight.

They arc through the waves of every shoreline,
And bend with the mist of...

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Bumble bees buzzing hard,
A little girl plays in the yard,

Ivy running amongst the trees,
Don't you smell her disease?

Igloo fit just for two,
Hot chocolate in remembrance of you,

Fourth of July's between the blinds,
Now I can read...

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