Short Eyewitness Poems

Amidst the Mystic Waters,
I stand eyewitness awaiting my father;

3/23/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr  2020...

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Who is JACK?
i've not done my homework
so like me
I just SLAcK

OHMYGOD

I'm reporting that I'm blind
this is an eyewitness account
I can't see...

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One item that I have on my bucket list
is to eyewitness first hand an aurora borealis.
I imagine that it must be a most awesome sight
to observe in the twilight the northern lights....

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From Latin creation = making, producing
The idea that God Himself by His direct action 
Created the world all at once
As if the book of Genesis were an eyewitness account

11302011...

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He huffed and he puffed and he blew the side out of the house.
The other wolves were laughing, as was an eyewitness mouse.
Birthday cake was all right, but the house was destroyed by his huff.
You will have to fix this said his Grandma who sounded angry and gruff....

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I wrote only for me. 
I made confessions to my soul. 
Without dialogue. 
I just emptied feelings that overflowed my existence. 
Joys and sorrows were fighting for domination 
And I was the only eyewitness person.

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved...

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Eyewitness Passersby
David J Walker

Remembering the publicness 
of this space
I am a guest 
	I am a ghost 
And will leave without touching
	The façade that appears as my image 

What will the eyewitness say
	How will the witness portray
What was meant to be 
The variant me 
Passing by...

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I BOUGHT A USED
TRAVEL BOOK 
2006 DK’S EYEWITNESS
TRAVEL 
TO IRELAND 
AT A LIBRARY BOOK
SALE 
IN WESTCHESTER NY

INSIDE THE COVER WAS
HAND WRITTEN 
ON THE FIRST PAGE 
AT THE TOP 
IN BLOCK LETTERS

“ I WENT TO PAUL AND
LISA’S WEDDING 
AND ALL I GOT 
WAS THIS CRAPPY BOOK
ON IRELAND”

I AM TRAVELING TO
IRELAND
THIS FALL
USING THIS BOOK
MAYBE I’LL RUN INTO 
LISA AND PAUL...

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Fading View of Time
David J Walker

Dust covers most of the few
Magical moments of childhood

Rust is rife on all metal left exposed
In the long life of my dormant bike

And I suppose the memories are
Meaningless to anyone else unless

You were an eyewitness to the
Same past times

The clock ticks
	The clock tocks 
The clock chimes

Another moment crosses the lines
Leading to

	The fading view
Of life...

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Decades wearing at his trunk
His branches sorrowfully drooping
Standing by and watching
As society is stooping

An overlooked eyewitness
To all that comes to pass
Every kind remark
And every ridiculing sass

Bearing the comings and goings
Adapting to each new scene
Minding his own business
Trying not to intervene

Sitting in tranquility
Counting the hours till his end
An onlooker of destruction
A bystander without a friend...

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There’s a mouse in my house,
     a greedy little souse
He’s clever for I never
     eyewitness his endeavors,
But the cat sentinel sat,
      and I know the little rat
             is there.
There are holes in my rolls
     and mouse turds in my bowls.
Though a lover, out of cover,
     of all fauna I discover
This critter makes me twitter
     at his presence as a sitter
           in my kitchen,

So I’m bitchin’; but the mouse,
     tail a-twitchin’,
           scurries on....

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