My ObsE.R.vation

My ObsE.R.vation

About My ObsE.R.vation

I enjoy writing poetry and sharing my work with others.

I try to keep my poems positive and encouraging for the reader to gain some benefit from them.

I also enjoy writing humorous poems and short stories for children.

Please enjoy my submitted work.
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    Poems by My ObsE.R.vation

  • Arranging My Posy With Flowers For You-

    A spontaneous act of kindness, love or concern for others who may be experiencing trying times in their life, can accomplish much good, bringing them comfort, hope and a reason to endure.
    Even a kind genuine smile can lift up a persons spirit.
    I arranged this poem based on a real life experience I had... an opportunity to make someone's life a little more brighter.

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    in True Love Poems

    A few lovely roses, carnations, daisies too.
    A special bouquet made with love that is true,
    For my friend in the park, on the bench, feeling blue.
    Although I never met you, and know your name not I do,

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  • Washed Ashore

    This poem paints a before and after picture of what the worlds beaches - and by extension, the environment as a whole, - used to be like not so long ago, and what they have become over a relatively short period of time.
    More importantly, what will earths beaches be like in the coming years? Will the situation improve?
    What do you think?

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    in Environment Poems

    In a time not that long ago
    during days of yonder lore,
    the ocean waves would spend their days
    washing up pretty things ashore.

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  • Withered

    A poem I composed based on Jesus' Sermon on the Mount.

    Particularly Matthew chapter 6:30, 31, where Jesus said in part,

    "If, now, God clothes the vegetation of the field... will he not much rather clothe you...?
    So never be anxious and say, 'What are we to eat?' or 'What are we to drink'? or 'What are we to wear'?
    For your heavenly Father knows you need all these things."

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    • Posted on 03/19/24

    in Hope Poems

    The low little weed
    it's leaves wide and broad,
    in meek earnest prayer
    made petition to God...

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  • Them Bugs!

    • Published: July 19, 2023

    in Nature Poems for Kids

    Creepy crawly in the night,
    yes, the night - a bug's delight!
    Whether quick or slow across the floor,
    -please go away, do stay no more!

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  • My Little Seed

    • Published: July 19, 2023

    in Hope Poems

    I had a little seed that I had found upon the ground,
    I kept it in my pocket where it was safe and sound.
    What may it be, this tiny little seed, now tucked inside my cloak,
    could it be a sugar maple, or perhaps a mighty oak?

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  • My ObsE.R.vation, Ontario, Canada
  • 9 months ago

I can relate to this poem and can share it's sentiments. Poe is quite candid in revealing his unique perspectives, and that takes courage. The poem, in it's entirety, is beautifully expressed, it is one of my favorites. The two lines that I particularly appreciate are,
"And all I loved I loved alone". -
I can relate to this line because the things that I find to be quite humorous are viewed by most as being devoid of humor. The other line I can appreciate is,
"And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view--"
To my understanding, in the cloud, he saw the shape of a demon, while any other person probably would have seen the shape of something more on the bright side - to my understanding. Like Poe, some see things from a melancholy perspective, and I proudly relate to that. The only drawback is that it's not very appealing to most. Nonetheless, Poe's poems, although dark, are artfully penned and appeal to many, including me.

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  • My ObsE.R.vation, Ontario, Canada
  • 9 months ago

I believe this poem is referencing the fleeting duration of the human life span. A leaf in the spring starts out green and tender. Until the frost comes in the fall and gives the leaf a 'kiss' or two, basically ending the leaf's seasonal life. The 2nd stanza repeats this thought with different wording.

The leaves turn 'vivid red' in the fall.
'Quivering' in the wind until the 'windy gust' blows them to the ground where they turn to dust.
Their 'little race' (life) is over.

Psalm 90:9,10.

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