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Watchful Eye

The Bulldog leashed, back in his yard.
It's time for rest, he played his card.
The job at hand, has now been done.
He now shows peace, for everyone.

Be still young heart, you've earned your rest.
You fought the fight, you gave your best.
Peaceful thoughts, they now will reign.
We now can write, all free from pain.

The noble ones, they lay and wait.
Behind the scenes, they watch their bait.
They watch and wait recording all.
They may be quiet, but fake the fall.

Enjoy the Sun, this Dog's forecast.
Enjoy this treaty, I hope to last.
This loyal friend, knows not surprise.
The Bulldog keeps, a watchful eye.

Copyright © Mark Koplin | Year Posted 2020

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Robert Lindley Date: 3/18/2020 2:08:00 PM Vigilance and a dedication to upholding civility is what all poets should consider a duty... As this is/was supposed to be a poetry haven-- a place we can write without being ridiculed, or attacked because somebody delights in degrading others. And imagine this-- a man attacking an innocent woman-- now in my opinion that takes the cake in the cowardice department. As it should with any decent person. Your poem is on point with a much needed message. Login to Reply Jan Allison Date: 3/18/2020 7:10:00 PM LOVE that comment Robert:-) hugs jan xx Mark Koplin Date: 3/18/2020 2:14:00 PM Thanks Robert

Arturo Michael Date: 3/18/2020 12:05:00 PM Who's blinded can't see...but fake the fall as you have said and the silence of the bulldog will be the dread...Like the life you put into your writes...It comes Alive Login to Reply Mark Koplin Date: 3/18/2020 1:23:00 PM Most people don’t consider my style real poetry but I do have fun