Best Night Watch Poems
Dark trees on the dark street stand still:
duty bound mute guards
between heaven’s stars and
solid earth,
locked, secret,
with no voice to me
as we walk on the black road,
not talking.
Categories:
night watch, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
search for oddities
into space and time we squeeze
eons can be seen
through highly polished mirrors
on bitter cold night so clear
'The Accident' morphs
dim mysterious brown dwarf
skimming stellar turf
leaving possibilities
constitutes dark energies
lustrous Milky Way
is where we reside today
facing come what may
dusty gas, huge black holes hide
where galactic center glides
interstellar bliss
where supernovas exist
fireworks not to miss
proves the cosmos are alive
eternity will survive
for the non-earth bound
cosmic microwave background
has now hung around
over fourteen billion years
since Great Expansion appeared
sky watching sessions
cosmic history lessons
answering questions
when the universe was born
how our galaxy was formed
sitting in the dark
with conditions often stark
tracing heaven's arc
watching the vast cosmos flow
where true dreamers choose to go
Categories:
night watch, perspective, sky, space, stars,
Form:
Tanka
The harsh winds snarl and bite like fighting dogs.
No pity in this bull-black bitter night.
No stars nor moon can pierce the city fog.
No shelter saves the beggar from his plight.
The winds whip swirling grit and stinging grime.
Mad demons breathe out sour tasting wrath,
And wine red sky now marks the passing time
When, waking widows mourn the hour of death.
Although the sulphurous gusts still groan and howl,
The night begins to fade for dawn's debut
While roaming dogs bare yellow teeth and growl
As smoky shadows slink through trembling dew.
The daybreak chimes, and morning sweetly sings,
Retreating night’s outshone by brighter things.
Categories:
night watch, nature, places, visionary,
Form:
Sonnet
I looked out across this vast prairie,
an' I saw her as the cattle were bawlin'.
Bright an' nimble as a fairy,
at twilight as the stars were fallin'.
An image forms my sweet Sherry,
in knots my gut kept gallin'.
I called to her in haste so weary,
an' reached as I kept callin'.
I fear my search so leery,
trapped under a veil of pallin'.
Lightin' flashes so bright, so aerie,
thunder encourages the wind to yawlin'.
With noses raised high they serry,
bawl changes to that of squallin'.
Startled an' swiftly themselves they carry,
Sprung from the cantle where I was lollin'.
Vision blurred my sight so bleary,
my emotions inside kept brawlin'.
Eyes glassy now an' glary,
heart beats stutter now an' stallin'.
My mind shifts to thoughts so merry,
myself I shant keep maulin'.
Memories forever will tarry,
roweled flanks as I kept haulin'.
My pony stumbles it's so scary,
dust flies as I am sprawlin'.
Us both they'll have to bury,
say words that are sad an' drawlin'
My life God will review an' query,
gathered as a fisherman trawlin'.
Assigned to the Heavenly Prairie,
I ride drag as the cattle are bawlin'.
My Pard is an Angelic Fairy,
His name I keep Praisin' an' callin'.
For now my Pard is the Son of Mary,
to Him I am eternally thrallin'.
By Jim "Ish" Fellers
Copyright ©: February 05, 2004 ~ Thursday
Categories:
night watch, cowboy-western
Form:
Cowboy Poetry
I heard you in the night watch
and You said to me,
"My redeemed and precious one
what is it you see ?"
I remember how you said
that You died for me,
how in Your Word I've read,
Your death makes me free.
"My son, do you believe this,
that from death I rose ?
Yet this truth so many miss-
in their lives it shows."
Lord, this truth I sadly see,
it is as You say.
Many lives to make free,
only You are the Way.
"Why is it you see this,
my redeemed, my son ?"
That to You, their Redeemer
their hearts would be won.
Lord, this is what I'll yet see
before my days are done:
Your Kingdom Life advancing
in Your daughters and sons.
"Son, this is what does attract:
the life you live in Me.
Though satan will still attack,
You live to set them free."
Categories:
night watch, devotion, faith, inspirational, peopledeath,
Form:
Rhyme
The beauty of the intention
The intention of the beauty howls the moon
Night vision capture understanding love fine nights of glory
To view the angle that is suggest all eyes
For the wont of the pleasure the cooling of flesh what is of man
Cooler the weather tanning it of the mirror is frost or nearly weather what cold
Dutch of the golden age like all fine thing art is one of the finest
To pick a press of press of pressure let horn wound the belly
Kiss the temps of the star and let the heaven rein the night
Eyes of glory hats of a dean night of warm cherry pleasure the desire
Dutch of the golden age like all fine thing art is one of the finest
For the creed hast among the blind all is seen and sawed
Behind blinds eyes and coaled of the wood desperation and lies wake the wolves
Howl at night bend of time mortality right sawed out
Behind all capture and wording is truth meaning.
Categories:
night watch, art, love,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
So innocent in Thy slumber,
The dreams and vigils of the day
gone by.
No furrow marks Thy brow.
No trace of teardrops
Glisten from your eyes.
Thou art so much like the flower
Eager for the silver dew...
Thy face is flushed
as dusk rests heavy on the breast,
And as I keep night watch
I love you.
Categories:
night watch, love,
Form:
The cresting sea set beneath the glowing moon
Gave way to many who set there to swoon
Reflective waters warm up this June
The night is set for love
The grainy sand is the bed on which they will lie
Their blanket remains the moon adorned sky
The surf is the sound to drown away cries
As they gaze at the beauty above
Categories:
night watch, fantasy, love, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Miles past the nightstand
over the plastic water bottle.
the Ambien pill dispenser
and the soul-bruised eye shades,
an arrhythmic clock
ticks like a bombed-out tank.
Of course there is the lampshade
(that lighthouse for the luminescent krill
of submerged consciousness)
that seems attached to my skin
whenever body parts want to cut ties
with a mattresses concave reality.
Secreted like a drugged shark
in the shallow recesses of a snaring drawer
a snubby barrel with six mad prayers
snugs up against a snoring bible.
The raven iridescence
of night-cats prowl a life leaking bed;
occasionally they look up
their eyes shining
as they search for an alien presence.
On its four arthritic legs the nightstand
watches;
its tour of duty still patrolling a far off
conflict of doubt and faith.
Time to turn over the hull of being,
upright any surface
with a legibly printed label,
then haul that address back in
from the far side of an arm’s reach.
Time to shuck whatever shell
still rolls unopened in the surf
of the tossed and blanketed.
Categories:
night watch, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
The heavens are black,
The moon’s in a sack,
The course of the day has been run.
The stars twinkle by
Far out in the sky,
Awaiting the rise of the sun.
Categories:
night watch, children, nature, peace,
Form:
beady eyes...darting
here and there... angst-reflectors
unpaid prairie guard
Categories:
night watch, angst, surreal,
Form:
Haiku
The light
travelling from
a long-gone
sun,
hits your face
and mine.
The time
stretched so thin
that it is vapor
around us.
Our hands touch
and all of physics
dissolves.
Categories:
night watch, love, stars, time,
Form:
Free verse
Since the year fourteen five,
In a little Swiss town,*
There’s a job that will earn
All who do it renown.
From the top of the church
(A cathedral, no less)
Someone calls out the time
In a formal address.
Once an hour, this guard,
Called a “night watch” will yell
Just as soon as the sound
Fades away from the bell.
With a lantern held high
He will scour the land
Making sure that no fire
Or crime is at hand.
This employment has been,
Since the year it began,
Meant for all who applied,
Meaning any loud man.
But a change has occurred
And, ignoring the past,
Now a woman’s been named
As the “night watch” at last.
Up the one hundred fifty-three
Steps she will climb
Where she’ll do what she can
To make up for lost time.
*Lausanne
Categories:
night watch, history, jobs,
Form:
Rhyme
The wandering moon
Waxes, wanes, illuminates
nodding to the stars
Categories:
night watch, moon, night,
Form:
Haiku
Five little furry feathered swans
Paddle on the lake in a curved line
Out along a rugged rocky island
Following shadows of a black pen
Danger will come with fading light
So mother guides her team home
Knowing that preying eyes watch
As stillness spreads, she feels alone
Categories:
night watch, animal, bird, imagery, solitude,
Form:
Rhyme