Short Bystanders Poems
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Brilliant bright brazen Brazilian Brutus brokered brave
Broomsticks bragging beyond bellowing birch branches
Bypassing bitty bites brought on by bystanders.
When you reach that over-the-hill age
And probably nearing that very last stage
To prevent causing harm
Bystanders are alarmed
Tripping them as others stand by and gape
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November's breath is chill
Beneath daubed clouds of grey
While distant echoes shrill
Departed souls do stray
Amongst innocent bystanders
Lady death meanders
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
"Plain women know more about men than beautiful ones do."
-Katherine Hepburn
kissing up
showcasing best side ~
bystanders not fooled
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Spring, the season I love comes along
Green shoots now sprouts from verdant trees
Soft breeze kiss bystanders` cheeks
Sweet sunshine streams with grace
New life starts to shine
Flowers blossom
In gardens
With bright
Hues
Carrying disturbing
rubbish
from polluted hands
River still singing
Life
still running strong
but as insults given
by bystanders on the shore
is the vomit
of our carelessness.
© All rights reserved. Author Marcela Villar M. 2014
Which Cowboy bites dust tomorrow at noon,
Fighting duel to end, to death the tune,
The sun at noon shows no glare,
Bystanders, time of day fair,
Outside the saloon, a hot day in June.
Poetry Competition Entry: HIGH NOON POETRY CONTEST
Sponsor: Joseph May
Date: 07/05/2022
Helen’s hugger-mugger ways caused a hullabaloo
Her hoarder house hardly had room for two
Let’s trick her outside, someone suggested.
But Helen firmly and fiercely protested.
She’s got to go out sometimes said the throng.
But everything was brought in, so the bystanders were wrong.
I GO DOWN TO THE SEA
I LOOK AT THE PEOPLE THERE AND
SEE THE UNMISTAKABLE MARKS OF LIFE
GROUND INTO THE FACES
OF THESE INNOCENT BYSTANDERS, WARRIORS AND WITNESSES
I OBSERVE THE WEARY, THE BEATEN, THE FORGOTTEN AND THE HOPEFUL
COMING UP FOR ONE MORE
BREATH OF SEA AIR
BEFORE THEY SINK TO THE BOTTOM OF MY SEE
The alter has all but fallen...
Once powerful in awe...
The struggle, canal, of waves dissolve...
Great divide stand wilt...
The cries touched with chords
of Braille...
enticed outstretched mallet
drive in another nail...
bystanders reel in wrath...
All consumed by an energy...
they too, themselves...
yet tapped...
Mad as loons in the midday heat
Hydrants open, oh the treat.
Screaming, laughing, splashing too
Bystanders enjoying the hullabaloo.
Joyous children having fun
Cooling off beneath the Sun,
Smiling faces, having a riot.
Parents wishing they could try it.
Entry for Hot Summer Day contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
14/9/2017
Alien 8V from deep outer space
welcomed by police who stunned him with mace
bystanders thought they should have given him grace
Visitor was surprised, you could see by his face
Alien 8V disappeared without a trace
He warned others to avoid the human race
earth is a totally unfriendly place
they hurt your feelings and zap you with stinging mace
Bystanders of waves,
plethora of marine life;
Awe inspiring breach.
Bandeleros break
the grip of society;
Culture’s climate shifts.
Brackish voices sing
the blues inside the bayou;
Salty metaphors.
Background stars still shine
although they’re never in front;
Juxtaposition.
Back it up baby,
better give it all you got;
Befitting a boss.
Two little boys, in a fight
Bystanders watched in delight
One little boy fell to the ground
The other little boy continued to pound
One bystander decided to intervene
Over the two, he stood in between
Over the two, like a partitioning wall,
Over the two, he stood strong and tall
One little boy needed protection
The other little boy needed correction
Angry outbursts
Words of hate
Have you any clue
Of your putrid fate
Needless revenge
Hatred displayed
Innocent bystanders
Feeling betrayed
Troubled thoughts
Screaming rampage
Undeserved violence
Unmarked rage
Cluttered emotions
Guiltless lies
No consideration
Heart felt despise
Enemies earned
Friends put aside
Lesson unlearned
On this destructive ride
The Feeling of Fishing while Floating
Is Graded on Goading, and Gloating
Bystanders oft blindly believe
In salmon the size of my sleeve
Tall Tales at the Time Told True
In Grandeur they Gained and they Grew
But my Rod and Reel won't Remember
Come the Dread and the Din of December
And by the Time I again Tell my Tale
I Will have Wrangled Ahab's White Whale
2/13/11
i'd dreamt of you
why before now
before it all began
to whither so
beneath me
i'd wandered throughtout
tangile lessons
hidden gestures
lost saturday nights
beyond a certain graveness
i suppose silent
leaving nothing out
you'd be there always
awaiting my entrance
a still glance
bouncing off the shoulders
of sunday drivers
mere bystanders
hunters of solace
for peace
Freezing was not required
for the casket. It only contained
a shroud.
The schism had scored a
victory. Bystanders will find
a dark matter
between the words. The god was
very lonely today. The black wounds
start crying.
A white cloud climbs the eagle’s
span. A golden moon walks like
a big tear.
A surge of greed will take over
the yellow throne. Someone puts
it, a spiritual horror.
Satish Verma
The bare bear barely bamboozled beleaguered befuddled bystanders.
They’re there for a reason, I chastised the bear.
Hoping their backpacks did not have food.
For we all know that this would be an overwhelming lure for a bear.
Especially a bare bear who briefly blows up butterfly balloons for busybodies.
I hope this is not too much information but I wanted you to be aware
Because there is not any more room
the lights, the sounds
the smells; so enticing
the devils playground
where demons dwell
lurking, watching, waiting
eagerly anticipating
innocent bystanders
souls unaware
caught off guard
by the devils snare
trapped on a
merry-go-round of sin,
spinning out of control
so called fun
the devils laughing,
damage is well done
the lights, the sounds
the smells, your own personal hell.
In a death-trap of a stadium,
as if I am stoned to death.
Chrysanthemums bloomed in vain.
On your body three beasts climbed
for ravaging a fawn.
The rape was only your fault,
you had to die.
When a crowd of thousand bystanders
came to watch your mutilated body,
you had left for home,
uncrying and bleeding.
A human soul,
undefended.
Now a script will be protected.
Stones leap to praise the ghosts.
SATISH VERMA
With the brush of a hand
Masked in reflection,
In whose eyes it will never bear.
Pale winds blown,
So much longing,
Locked between the green and blue.
Up the stream,
Leaves and train departing.
Such a narrow incline.
Bystanders crawl,
Loose and wild
I want the day.
Somehow I forgot to tell you,
By the arches hallucinatory night.
Years might be lost,
It might be broken,
The first lie
Out of sight.
Impenetrable collectives of treasonous scum
Thirsting upon the blood
and powerless state
of innocent bystanders
Empowered by delusions of grandeur
and disinterested in notions of compassion
Forming an intricate web of exploitation
and unwarranted influence
Perusing the globe with a concealed firearm
and a volatile disposition disguised by a smile
Ultimately intent on strengthening the force
of an omnipotent grip
First encounter was skimpy
unleashing a terror
of tales. I will not find the
perfect body of a poem.
Remember,
the salt lake, where you were
drowned one day in the eyes
of the needle.
It was an ode for the failed
prophecy which predicted
the fall of an author
in the ravines of jealousy.
A trampled butterfly exudes
the yellow fumes. Meanwhile
you can draw a nude on
the road for bystanders.
Satish Verma
In a death-trap of a stadium,
as if I am stoned to death.
Chrysanthemums bloomed in vain.
On your body three beasts climbed
for ravaging a fawn.
The rape was only your fault,
you had to die.
When a crowd of thousand bystanders
came to watch your mutilated body,
you had left for home,
uncrying and bleeding.
A human soul,
undefended.
Now a script will be protected.
Stones leap to praise the ghosts.
SATISH VERMA
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