Best Vigilance Poems

Sentinel of water’s beauty and breadth,
grand messenger of danger
so statuesque around an ocean's expanse--
O beaming guardian of light
Moon and waves crest upon dark of eve,
it’s...

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The soul is but a vast ocean of vigilance

Streaming with incresent colours towards life

Infinite within its parhelion possibilities

Relentlessly searching, betwixt the everflowing tides

Whereupon all things...

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Your silence,
a stillness of alluring patience
seductive in it's resilience,
suspicious magnificence, 
unmatched beauty demanding vigilance
making this man rowdy and restless for your finesse,
distressed by this drama...

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My Mother taught me
how to see through language, 
paper was rare, iron ink wasn't free
so she sold some jewelry for porcelain lettering, 
and we clapped...

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Great Blue Heron

Oh Great Blue Heron found along our shores,
Your stately presence in the water shows
A setting so sublime in quiet marsh
Where flowing grasses sway...

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A cold lion roams, doctrinaire and sterile,
The expanse of Africa offers him no sanctuary, the Saringehti no salvation,
He can only smell the scent of his...

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Dear mama,
I apologize for the aches,
And all the pain,
I apologize for struggle in your 
heart,
Torturing your veins,
I apologize for the stressful tears,
On account of non-listening...

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Mute
but immutable.
Unmoving, unmoveable;
timeless, yet tireless.
Solitary stalwart sentinel
surveils undulating horizon.

Aberrant, achromatic clouds
pock-mark the skies, as distant
rumblings herald his adversary's
latest gambit in their age-old conflict.

The wrath of...

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It’s autumn time in America,
the colors are changing ...
(it’s alt right to gasp in whited disbelief)
as poplar majority, quaking Aspen leaves
slowly fall off 
the John...

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Late night summons madmen, 
madams, bold streetwalkers,
picking pennies from the gutters
as the merchants close their shutters
and the homeless crouch in doorways
in their rags, against the...

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Animals animals all we are
Have come from the jungle that's oh so far!
Happily happily we came dancing here
With many lessons that you all have to...

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The whole of a journey still to be traveled
is much like a novel begun
with threads of the story not yet unraveled
and windings of plot to...

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Candles burn low flickering,
brilliance ebbs with each flurry;
Focus fades midst bickering
waxing cold, dreams get blurry.
Slipping away, day by day

Wicks grow short the consequence
of waste and...

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Every tree has its sprite,
a living deity ever vigilant of its needs.

Great Yggdrasil 
ancient tree of life
holds her sprite within
her wending, winding arms;
a caress of...

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My alegence is pledged to one who blows in the wind              ...

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