"observably" poems
A battered VW Beetle named Dusty
Whose bodywork was decidedly rusty
Still was able to travel
On tarmac and gravel
In a manner observably trusty.
Apr 8, 2012
Apr 8, 2012 at 10:01 AM UTC
*We were squeezed from corruption
armed with the monstrous cutlery
of rippers and tearers of rationed meat
for a day, for a day, for a day:
the butcher gives his best cuts
to the young and godless divorcee
find us, keep us : a spectre hiding
in the dark pig iron rust hooks looping
through your *** and shopping lists:
smelting your coin
and punching your face
Company is the full knowledge
of our protracted, 3 -stage decay
burn drift degradation
eyes crusting shut
in doom and settling bomb silt
palms up, taking a punishment
in the mothertongue
ignoring lessons in the gracious
expectancy of departure
We, A legion of ancient clockwatchers,
in on the joke of time
and folk fetish of apple-cheek poverty
[Gasp!] The gruesome romance of class!
!you cry! !safe! !always safe!
in the nuclear hotdog option , which is
observably, the title of this advertisement
We will never get you[ ]you're awake!
and your atmosphere is still In Da Black
We watch you
watching
the 5 car pile up
catch up rolling down your chin*
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 10:20 AM UTC
~
*Weather balloon for a hat
propeller on his back
morning is observably alive
leaving it to atmospheric pressure
he consumes today's newspaper
with the enthusiasm of a bowl
of Corn Flakes
this Heath Robinson contraption
of getting to work first
over enemy lines
is all the rage in his satirical
state of mind
that is until the absurd derailment
of wartime employment
and so he returns home with tubes
and catheters attached to his body
and feeling like one
of the unwieldy machines
he had so often created
full of atmospheric pressure
and apparently thinking it
an undignified fate
he pulls out the tubes
and quietly dies
of his own invention*
~
Sep 15, 2022
Sep 15, 2022 at 1:28 PM UTC
The cool wind was a delightful touch.
Gentle, upon my face.
I walk when I am lost.
Ultimately, I just want to find a way
somewhere, surprising.
Every time,
I come home temporarily soothed,
and collected.
Observably more inspired.
Yet I am still lost.
Now more than ever
lacking a purpose.
Tomorrow, I may walk even longer.
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 3:41 PM UTC
The one who stands beyond compare
Evolving days of which to share
Of whom I call to reminisce
Allied shoulder greatest bliss
Depths of all transparency
Of cares transferred especially
Leading steps of harmony
Gazes fixed observably
Seeketh not, that which was found
Tested time of ways abound
Dearest truly, purposed for
Sailed me forth beyond the shore
As the other significantly
Won my heart victoriously
If ever there was a love that's true
Of such I always found in you
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 7:48 AM UTC