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Little girl in the pink dress
funny glasses, orange and red,
were those beads a present?
Smile for me once more before you skip away.

Old man in the wrinkled shirt,
pants to short, hands tell tales of struggles and dedication.
Sad eyes, lonely, where’d she go my friend?
Come back, sit a while and rest those weary feet.

Young man, spiked hair, rings in ears,
tattoo of first love proudly posted for all to see.
No haunts from past only futures for you to conquer.
Hold your head high as you walk on.

Sweet woman, with the calloused feet and
untucked blouse, hair is combed but eyes are vacant,
wrinkles aren’t laugh lines but tragedy engraved in flesh.
Cry a while, shed the tears and breathe again.

Here I am, blonde hair flowing
Shoulders bare and brown from sun licked days
Worries become words of you, him, her and us
Laugh, mourn, scream and just keep living.

I am on a journey. Looking for Me. Everyday I get a little closer. The more time goes by the more I realize I'm always changing. This journey could take forever... Renae L. Soler

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The following comments are for "People Watcher"
by nae411

People Watcher
I love to just sit a watch people and wonder about them...the sweet little tikes that bring a smile to my face...the lone little old lady with a walker , struggling to make it to the door..makes me want to cry...but then my heart awakes as two elderly people hold hands and you can tell they are still in love after all those years together...great poem...Kacee

( Posted by: nitz kitty [Member] On: July 29, 2006 )

Every mind has a unique eye!
People are truly intriguing, and, of course, there are some that stand out among the others and capture-sometimes even epitomize-what we are feeling or what we are thinking. But the greatest sight of all in the game of people-watching is when we see a little bit of ourselves in someone else: even though poets like us strongly value our uniqueness, we like to be an influence as well. When I see that someone has taken advice from me, I feel that that person has stepped into my detailed and unique world and made some kind of effort to view from my eyes as I observe others and delve into their minds by analyzing what I see them do: my poetry is largely inspired by what I learn from my observation.

( Posted by: ArsPoet2789ica [Member] On: July 29, 2006 )

i believe that
many writers miss out on opportunities for subjects to write about simply because they are not as observant as they could be.

this poem, of course, is a classic example of observation as art.

john. john doe.

( Posted by: johnjohndoe [Member] On: July 29, 2006 )

I saw a poet walking
when out the other day
and I never even heard a word
that he had got to say
It showed in every move he made
it shone out from his heart
there's something in a poet's way
that sets them all apart.

When looking at all people
don't be fooled by rags or clothes
or even by the wrinkles
or the way they hold their nose
But try a little trick of mine
and look into their mind
even with your eyes shut
you're amazed by what you find.

The sense of smell,
and sight, and touch
are not your only tools
There's a simple link
between our minds
that peoople seldom use
But this completes your senses
and helps you on your way
So take a 'look' around with this
when walking out today.

( Posted by: ivordavies [Member] On: July 30, 2006 )


You've spelt out so elegantly something than one never realised until very recently: that what sets apart great writing is not what is said nor how it is said - but way its essence or mystique , if you will, reaches out to touch / grip the reader.

( Posted by: RJKT [Member] On: July 30, 2006 )

This is a different perspective from you, I have not read or known in your other poems. I went back and read some of your earlier poems. They seem to present a "no bullsh**" perspective, your thoughts and ideas run quick. In this piece, I sense that something has changed in your life. (don't mean to sound like a mystic)

Of coure, it is real and open as all your poetry is; still, a much different view you have chosen to take. You have pulled those others to you and read their eyes, and now we can see them too.

Very well written -- and I hand't noticed until now.


( Posted by: BWOz [Member] On: July 30, 2006 )

Love the people.
This was beautiful Nae. While I see so many poems that are self-absorbed due to the fear of not expressing one's self, you have spilled yourself into these people, saturating them like sponges. Your heart is strong, sensitive, understanding, and empathetic.
If I would've tried writing something about people watching, I fear it would've come off quite differently. It would've seemed more like a serial killer or stalker, rather than from an angel.

( Posted by: BAAL [Member] On: July 30, 2006 )

Nae, another observer
I have written so many poems of others through observation.
Often taking still photos of things memorable with me as I go for long walks anywhere. Even if I never leave the house physically.

This is a very beautifully written poem. This is a different view, but still full of passion, life and heart that you always write with.

Thanks for sharing this beautific read.


( Posted by: Dareva [Member] On: July 30, 2006 )

Thank you, watchers
Kacee, I get sad too sometimes watching them. Especially when I see someone by themselves and they have that look on their face like their lost, breaks my heart. But then I see children laughing and playing and I know life is really good. Thank you for stopping by.

Arspoet, We are a strange people. Thank you for stopping by.

JJD, thank you! So happy to see you here. People watching is one of my favorite things to do.

Ivor, your words make me smile and think. Enjoyed your poem my friend.

RJKT, You are right, Ivor is an impressive writer.

BWOZ, don't know that much has changed, well maybe. I feel like I enjoy the little things more than I used to. I notice the details in everyone and everything. Sort of like I have a new box of crayons to use, no more 8 colors but 64. Does that make sense?

BAAL, you are wonderful! Thank you sir. But don't know that they'd consider me an angel, LOL.

Thank you Dar. You made me smile.

( Posted by: nae411 [Member] On: July 30, 2006 )

My wrinkles!
I am not a spray on tan kind of girl. I am careful though! Thank you.


( Posted by: nae411 [Member] On: July 30, 2006 )

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