Best Sentinel Poems
I’m a lonely lighthouse battered by the sea
Standing all alone steadfast and strong
Keeping guard for souls in difficulty
Maintaining my watch all day long
Waves exploding but I’m standing firm
Salty spray splashes over me
A soldier of the sea I confirm
I ‘m committed to my duty
Storm or tempest I will never fear
Tsunami or swirling hurricane
Shining my light so you know I’m here
For sailors, I will always remain
Contest The Sentinel Sponsored by Eve Roper
04~06~16
she stands alone incurring her indomitable wrath
4/4/2016
* This one is for my Mommy, her Mommy ETC- the lucky ones.
Nourishment- encouragement.
Minister of all heart's treasure
Donor of the kindest pleasure
Infinite love, no measure
Powerful embraces, your leisure.
Sublime being, forever proud
Never shallow, nor a shroud
Instructing all, love you vowed
Quiet sentinel, strength so loud.
Upon weary days, you'd not smother
Heart enriching, me 'n' my brother
To adore you, there in no other
Divulging to all, the perfect Mother.
This one is for the unlucky one's who have or had no choice.
O' girl born to royalty
From the moment of birth,
Preened for the aristocracy
Prospect to a King's loyalty-
Fed from another's breast
Mother was busily searching for
your future husband's crest.
Princess's every movement planned,
even to whom would be given her hand.
Aged of thirteen years,
a fountain of ideas was becoming hers.
Learned in languages, yet
to never have a tongue
Driven to madness
O' so very young.
"All that is expected of thee
is to be wife and Queen, in this land
of unity. Bear sons and speak not
a whit, after all... you are but a
woman, silly twit." Her Father, the
King explained that eve 'fore her nuptial.
"But Father, I know not even who he is!"
The frightened Princess softly spoke.
Yet the argument was always the same.
She was to wed the King of a strange land,
to go with him as always planned.
She was to forge the union of Kingdoms.
To do as told and enjoy all that is grand.
The day of the Union, she met her
betrothed, walking down the isle
He stood there , some fifty years old,
large, pasty, expectant and with a vulgar smile.
And all her fears, even within her
young years- drove her instantly mad.
In a rage, she died then and there
rather than to be locked in her Royal
cage.
These are akin to so many women and mother's alive to this day.
Never should these women go unnoticed.
Sentinel, oh, Sentinel
Sentinel, oh sentinel,
lofty by the sea;
lonely on a craggy coast,
standing tirelessly.
Watching over ships that sail
in the dark of night,
guiding them ashore with its
welcome blinking light.
Storms rise up, assailing it -
fierce and turbulent -
causing waves to pound it with
mighty discontent.
Let the tempests clamor and
crash! They cannot fell
our towering, resilient,
stalwart sentinel!
Written April 10, 2016 in 7/5 Trochee Quatrain form
For the Sentinel Quatrain Poetry Contest of Eve Roper
Checked by Howmanysyllables.com
The clouds above ooze and billow,
And the ocean is howling and thrashing;
A lighthouse is lost in the vortex,
Oh, will the bricks hold or start crumbling.
Wild and angry is the blustering wind,
Blowing up huge white foamy waves;
Screaming with gale force strength,
Oh, will the keepers go to watery graves.
Biting cold that thundering whiteness,
Frigid and raw and loudly savage;
Penetrating and freezing to those trapped,
Oh, will the sentinel survive the ravage.
Although, I stand in awe of the beauty,
I am filled with sheer panic and darkness;
The apprehension is upsetting and scary,
Oh, the dread and horror and sad distress.
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April 6, 2016
Poetry/Quatrain/The Lighthouse - Sentinel
Copyright Protected, ID 16-775-238-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Sentinel Quatrain Form,
sponsor, Eve Roper
First Place
A sun reminds them through a dark cloud,
long before we are even asleep, or the moon is awake
and they reply, like guardians of simmering,
blossoming sunbeams, sprouting like wheat from cold concrete floors
A shoreline of long legged stems, tips that look down
Lamp lighted sentinels, that jaundice the ground
For the dark holds chance, and the hollows hold fright
unwinding a trail of stories untold ,
hemming each row, that might lead us to somewhere?
Where helter or skelter we're racing like the sheep
Tall stalks of flaxen, sending up flares, watching us scurry, into night's air
taking for granted, the pace or the glare
An illustrious disco, dances on tires, splashing the street, with stars that ignite
Lamplights will flicker like friendly old ghosts, hosting the present, or memories lost
Making a halo, of gold at our feet
.........then, dying in shadows that shorten the street
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For Nette's Contest: "Street Lights"
By Carrie Richards 10/2/14
TARNDAI
A stoic sentinal midst waves,
you staunchly stand erect and tall.
Emerged in frothy, churning white,
you hold your own in nature’s squall.
Atop, your beacon light shines bright
to let the mariners know well,
there is a guardian at sea
that can be seen above the swell.
How stoic now you bravely stand,
against the terror of this storm.
Your eyes look out with searching beams
for those caught in the sea, forlorn.
What glory when your light is seen
above the mountains of white waves.
Salvation in your light of red
denies the sea more mortal graves.
Enraged muddy storm surges, crashed against
The white and red frame ocean shore tower
Panicking with a foreboding horror
The valiant old sailor gained strong power
Hurricane wind blows like a howling wolf
Darkening the afternoon in umbra
Clouding the vision of the azure sky
Eclipsing golden sun with penumbra
Escaping downstairs to preserve his life
Prayed fervently to calm his distressed soul
Ascertaining it was an angst nightmare
Reassuming the protection controul
For Sentinel Quatrain Form - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
First Place
4-10-2016
Terrifying tumultuous tremendous traumatic transaction
Horror in the towering splashes of ocean in howl
The vigilant lighthouse pounded by the surfs of annihilation
The huge and awful sea right now is on the untamed prowl
The shivering cold wind around the angry eyes of the hurricane
Has ruthlessly dispersed the deep waters in the ocean
Even dignity of the lighthouse is hit by the water insane
Before the surging rage of the waters in commotion
Do you listen to the roaring sea and crushing waves pounding the shores
Nothing else is visible nothing else is audible
Still don’t lose heart and look at the glistening hopes of the trusted doors
There the lofty lighthouse looks almost imperishable
This way nature heaves suddenly a deep sigh of suppressed grief
In these mad and angry growl of wild wind acts out nature
By ventilating its pent up anger it earns catharsis
From dark to light is the nature’s optimistic feature
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April 10, 2016
For the Poetry Contest : Sentinel Quatrain Form
Hosted by : Eve Roper
snowy owl's feathers,
soft and white as winter snow,
silent sentinel…
Sentinel never sleeps;
resting upon water thrashed rocks,
this shining beacon of the sea.
Her watch, sees all,
Her stories sung in shanties,
by old salts;
She holds within the secrets,
which ocean confides.
She is a lighthouse and
she never betrays a trust.
12-17-18
“Lighthouse Poetry Contest”
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Fog gathers-masked rocks
A sentinel poised above
Ever fixed light beams
Contest: "What My Eyes See"
Sponsored by, Annalise Brigham
Form: Haiku
The Lone Sentinel
As I walk the beach
a seagull
a lone sentinel,
announces my coming.
His shrill cry beckoning,
his comrades to fly.
When I pass,
they will return
as though I'd never passed
that way before.
Covering my tracks with their
thousand little feet.
And again that lone sentinel,
Posted to guard against
intruders.
On the front line stands a man
set
to give last breath
He walks in death’s dark shadow
brave
the sentinel
a keen watchman
fulfills solemn oath
who watches out for him?
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I stand alone under the glittering stars
Miles away from civilization, roads and cars
It could be snow, jungles or the desert sand
But I am watchful, vigilant, with a gun in my hand
Far away in the night, my little baby cries
My wife looks alive but every second she dies
Not knowing if I will return with gifts in a bag
Or as a gift to my nation, in a body bag
My eyes though alert belies a heart empty
With occasional visions of my friends and family
My ears strain to hear the cooing of my new born
But even that doesn't deter me from doing my duty sworn
My grit doesn't waver even when there's war around
When the tranquility is broken by gunfire's sound
I stand firm in my resolve to protect this nation
Every animal, every tree, every citizen
When peace is brokered, nature steps in
Testing me, my mettle, my will to win
I never leave behind even a dog stray
My human values, beneath my uniform, on display
I am told the nation resounds today with ungrateful talking
Bad mouthing me on another power's bidding
But these voices don't matter to the likes of me
You may be a prodigal son, but you are family
So make noise, rejoice, enjoy your liberty
While I leave no stone unturned in protecting thee
Till there's life in me I shall stand tall
Ensuring that this nation will never fall
In return I ask nothing; no awards, no glory
No recognition, no remembrance, no reference in history
My duty is to my motherland and her I shall protect
My chest will be a wall to every bullet