John K Trainer
John K Trainer
Oct 12, 2014

See the people watcher
Still as a mantis
Endless ambient sounds, unidentifiable
Does not prevent his gaze
He studies her eyes; her smile
And undresses her mind
The watcher finds himself
Her thoughts are not easily uncovered
A coffin, sealed; undefiled
The watcher will only find him,
Looking out as he looks in

#life   #people   #watcher  
harmony crescent
harmony crescent
Dec 28, 2015

how many faces have passed by
i can not count

what each face's life was like
i cannot tell

but i can imagine

what a privilege to be amongst so many
intricate lives

but they don't see me
or remember me

but that is perfect
i like it that way

not about me

im a bench sitter
a face rememberer
a open eyer
life ponderer

a people watcher

#people   #watcher  
Ethan Veidt
Ethan Veidt
May 22, 2015

On brown earth and fields of clovers,
a glade has grown to be.
Its cool breeze and green leaves
offer peace and solace to me.

Spears of sun pierce through the shade
and paint the thirsty wood.
Its tendriled veins writhe and stretch,
beneath a canopied hood.

Atop the ferns a parascope rises
swaying back and forth.
It moves to the left, it moves to the right,
and then I hear a snort.

My dog eared friend brings to me,
a long and pointed gift.
But such a prize is recognized
to leave just as quick.

The air is filled with warbeled songs
from treetops far and near.
But an incessant buzz cuts like unkindness
and comes to fill my ear.

I see it plain above my zenith,
a machine of flying plastic.
Its rotors spin in four successions,
it floats and moves - stochastic.

This hovering sentinel watches all
with a tiny gazing eye.
But who's to gain, learn, intrigue,
by spying from the other side?

From up so far a world so small:
he sees himself a king.
Out of dangers, out of touch,
to him no harm can bring.

And though he thinks that he remains
concealed, secure, untracked.
He does not know, below the grove,
I am staring back.

playing fetch with my dog when our fun was interrupted by a nosy R/C drone.  5/21/2015
#nature   #dog   #drone   #watcher  
David W
David W
Oct 7, 2015

     The watcher.
           Far removed,
                          ­Still distant;
                      Keep Vigil!
                 Watch over,
           Leave us not,
Our watcher —
                                                                ­                                       — Spyglassman

This one is just a comedic piece I wrote while watching an old man surveying the sea with his spyglass the other day. I was just reflecting on life and the ways in which we amuse ourselves. I'd be happy to hear thoughts, critiques, or feedback, but know that this is more an over-dramatization of a character I observed from a distance for a few hours. It is not something I have put great thought, effort, or care into.
Because we are the watchers
One Of The Tired Souls

Maybe we all write about the same things
Because life is unfair to everyone
And we all know the same pain
Because we are the watchers
We are the feelers
We are the poets
And while some people go along
Completely oblivious to the hell around them
We're the ones condemned by it
Because we're the one who see it
And breathe it
And write it
So good luck to you
All of you who write away the same sorrows that I do
Because it doesn't get better from here
I wish for your sake that you had never noticed

Fucking realizations
#life   #poets   #sorry   #watchers  
So the watchers both stayed
Nov 28, 2012

The watcher of night
hid from the day
and fled from the light
because she could not stay.

The watcher of day
saw this sweet sight
as they played this new game
and he ran from the night.

But the watcher of night
did not want to run
so she ended her flight
and stood in the sun.

The watcher of day
was soon full of fright.
Should he, too, stay
or cower in her might?

So the watchers both stayed
and they faced on another.
The night wasn't afraid
so she stood with her brother.

As the night and day blend
Death come for the watchers
and one life did end --
and that life was her's.

A new watcher of night
now runs from the day.
She flees from the light --
She is forbidden to stay.

The watcher of day
is not pleased by the sight
but he still plays the game
and runs from the night.

You Tuber watcher
me a Tuber watcher
I watch it most nights
then some of the days
I watch it from June
till the end of May
Yes I am a You Tuber
been since 2004
and you know something
it opened many a door
from metaphysics
to Palaeontology
you really can see all
so tonight dear friend
go have yourself a ball

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Ethan Lima
Ethan Lima
May 15, 2015

He follows you around
He watches your every move
He reads your every letter
And he's listening to you
He knows exactly where you are
And everything you do
He's a stalker some may say
But they haven't got a clue
So if you think your being watched
And spied on in your home
Remember to thank the NSA
For watching you everyday

There is a big movement going around trying to get the patriot act recalled, so I wrote this poem to support it.
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