Best Watch And Wait Poems
A vulture and owl
Solitary and predatory
Watch and wait
The wastelands
Scarred by driving winds
Baked hard by an abusive sun
Void of life, a deep emptiness
The silence of desolation
Eyes down, he enters
Withering in self-pity
Cut-off from intimacy
Breath reeking of desperation
Bones cleaving to his skin
Has A choice
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Kill the pain Face the pain
Bondage Freedom
Bed of piss and vomit Bed of hope and redemption
Alone – Death Together – Life
What will he do . . . ?
A vulture and owl
Solitary and predatory
Watch and wait
To the struggling -- never give up hope!
David Meade
11/21/2014
Form:
Black folks got rhythm
full movements
undeterred, and
flexible as four winds.
How low can we go?
with limbo
it's in our hands
with early rising;
planting seeds of joy,
washed in ray of hope -
we dance on sturdy grounds
with gems to unearth.
The whole world watch and wait
what instruments of weight and
measure will bring us together?
Once upon a time we reeled,
like dervishes; only we were ship wrecked!
the wave of One Hand,
we now stand like those chosen,
at the parting of the sea.
The Next Hitler
The next Hitler will execute the world’s masses,
Using costly powerful pharmaceuticals;
Feel-good grenades that bring euphoric explosions.
Metal bombs and bullets belong to a former age,
An old-school time when murder was expensive.
Whereas confining thousands of prisoners in camps,
Well, that is certainly not cost-effective either.
Food to feed these worthless ones
Requires a fortune in gold.
Best to leave the stressed masses alone,
Let them work for pitiful wages.
Let them toil and suffer as animals in barren times.
We will sit back and watch, and wait,
As they slide into addiction’s vagina,
Unable to think, move or breathe.
The Trails of Sanity
Why do I care if the disturber carries on
Why is it I cannot just wait it out, bide my time
Be more mindful, try and bond
Embrace what I don’t understand
Welcome the scorching taste in my mouth
I wait, I watch, and watch and wait
what seems a millennium
The afterglow of embers still burn
Just sit tight…
The day ends with a tug on the swatch
of the backpack, I doff it off my shoulders
I hear the trifles start up once more behind me
As my eyes wander upwards
As the Rigel star taps into my soul
As I surrender inward, a whispering voice
cues consolingly…
Here you are
Mind at ease
Free
A seed is put into the ground
It rests beneath the sun
The miracle of what springs forth
Almighty hands have done
The sower having done his part
In faith must watch and wait
In time the object of his toil
Will sit upon his plate
When intimate relations
Of a man and wife are through
The seed is sown in passion
The results are me and you
We can follow the instructions
Doing only what we know
But God creates the seeds of life
All we do is sow
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.
Kind eyes peer
out of pages
gentle features
of grace replace
calculated poses
touched by
the sun-The sun
brush-stroked
color --into his
cheeks and face
hints of roses.
And yes
I believe
my eyes as they
report.
No doubt-
Obviously we have
met here before..
Yet unscathed
by this world
We come back
There could be more
like us
So we are here
to watch and wait
Atop a jagged pinnacle,
he sits, just waiting;
ragged wings stretch into flight.
Dragon eyes his prey;
downward sweep and clasp
brings supper for a dragon.
We all must face our dragons;
climb looming pinnacles.
Face-to-face, clasping
ourselves; we watch and wait;
we are our own prey
and can’t escape our truths, in flight.
Poetry in flight,
is the night dragon.
He easily finds prey,
from his pinnacle;
a patient specter…waiting,
with cold talons ready to clasp.
Downward swoop and clasp;
spreading wings in flight.
Tired of perpetually waiting,
fearless dragon,
with wings obscuring pinnacle;
takes unsuspecting prey.
There is no hope, for dying prey;
wiggling in talon-clasp.
Dragon’s spy pinnacle,
welcomes him from hunt-flight.
Famished dining dragon,
welcomes no more waiting.
Much too long, in waiting,
with no dinner-prey,
can leave a thinning dragon
in deaths abominable clasp.
Angels in celestial flight,
will carry him, to Heaven’s pinnacle.
When for death, you wait; face your dragon.
He’ll give up his prey, for miraculous, spiritual flight.
In a death clasp; souls reach the eternal pinnacle.
the playful kitten
gazes deep into fish pond -
koi watch and wait
I Am Poet
I see the way they look away
though I know that they don't know it.
I see that they think less of me
when I say that I am Poet.
But they can't see the heart in me
from times of love demanding.
They can't see the scars I hide
so they lack the understanding.
Quietly they roll their eyes
a half smile on their face.
Quietly I watch and wait
until everything's in place.
Through many years, a million tears
I've watched them as they're broken.
Before they can begin to hear
the words of comfort spoken.
Like a book that has no value
collecting dust up on a shelf.
Suddenly becoming priceless
once you've read the book yourself.
They cannot see that part of me
and dreams that came unraveled.
Until suddenly awakened
on a road I one time traveled.
I see the way they look away
though I know that they don't know it.
I see that they think less of me
when I say that I am Poet.
So I cling to hope for them
and at night I softly pray.
That the day will never come
when they need the words I say.
Edwin C Hofert
GODS TIMING
IN HIS TIMING HIS WILL AND HIS WAY
The day the hour and timing unknown
Mistaking we see His patience as absence
When in truth it is perfect and constant
The moment faultless— as manifestations are shown
IN HIS TIMING HIS WILL AND HIS WAY
Overlooking the fact-- for Him one day as a thousand years
Our hearts in the right place but frequently fickle- foolish
We need to take courage-- be strong—resolve resolution
His judiciousness awaiting appointed time as He reveres
IN HIS TIMING HIS WILL AND HIS WAY
Essentially required to be on guard to watch and wait
To gain hearts of wisdom until the time comes
As mortal beings grass grown, then withered dry
Not for us to become acquainted with a finite date
IN HIS TIMING HIS WILL AND HIS WAY
God s supremacy, His power and sovereignty rule
Existence essentially from Eternity to Eternity
We need to know—recognize our time is in His hands
Use our time wisely, investing in love--a precious jewel
IN HIS TIMING HIS WILL AND HIS WAY
My garden is filled in pots I have no yard-no lots
I will need beautiful flower seeds I will need something to kill the weeds
Lots of lovely butterflies to pollinate flowers just watch and wait
I need more garden tools I also need a small stool
My garden needs a sky filled with sun Big clouds bring the rain for fun
Flowers growing bigger day by day All planted in pots made out of clay
My garden now very pretty Come take a look from the city
Date Written: 2/21/2021
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When I was born,
I learned how to breathe.
My Mama held me in her arms.
She said that she would never let me leave.
Several months later,
I learned to take my first steps.
Mama watched close, so I wouldn't trip.
She filled my heart, to the deepest depths.
A couple years later,
I learned to tie my shoes.
Mama taught me how to button my coat.
I had all I could want, nothing to loose.
I grew a little,
Then I rode the bus to school.
Mama followed the bus all the way there.
She missed me; there was no one to fool.
Soon after that,
I left for summer church camp.
Mama made sure I packed my bug spray.
I think her eyes got a little bit damp.
Some more years passed,
Then for the Lord I made a decision.
Mama stood proud with a big grin.
My life had great dreams and visions.
About two years later,
I talked to Mama, told her God's plan.
Mama smiled, sobbed, and cried.
I told her I must follow God's hand.
Still today,
I stand strong and believe.
Mama says I've taught her strength.
And trusting God leaves her heart relieved.
One day soon,
I'll wear a graduation cap.
Mama will congradulate me.
With her gentle hands she will clap.
After that,
One day her hand will let me go.
She'll watch and wait for my return.
But her heart will hold me close though.
Show me the way...cause I've been so lost
Lost in lies and never counting the cost
In clouds of confusion I fall down in the fog
Drawn into diversions that take me way off course
Divided and double minded I'm spinning in cyclones in a homicidal haze
I can't wait another hour
Lord...show me the way
Show me the way...inside this crazed calamity
I drown in dark disturbing waters
I long to swim in salvation springs
I'm running till I'm ragged
Still I run those rugged roads
I can't stop or slow my pace
Will my heart and head explode?
Now I'm doing what I'm told as I watch and wait for peace
I can't wait another minute
Lord...show me the way
Show me the way...as the world it comes against me
Burning bridges that I built
Striking matches made of madness
Now my spirit's deep in sadness and my soul you have to save
I can't wait another second
Lord...show me the way
Now the sun it starts to shine
Dark clouds they disappear
My fears that turned to fire are put out by Heavens tears
And the hate that turned to heat has turned to warmth and righteous rays
I thank you Lord 4ever...keep showing me the way
Insidious, insipid, id-inebriated imbeciles
incite impetus into inevitable immolation.
Bombast, bluster and bluff: blunt batons of barbarian bullies;
backwards behaviour blackballs baronial breed's burdens and bonds.
Weasely, willy-waving warmongers wage wanton war of words
without wit, wisdom or worldliness, whilst we weakly watch and wait.
Regrettable, repugnant reprobates ravage refined realms with
reprehensible rapier-rattling and rancid rhetoric.
Clash of corrupt, contemptible cutthroats carves calamity 'cross
continents and culminates in catastrophic conflagration.
Pointless predatory and political power-plays pale as
pirouetting pariahic pyres patently a pyrrhic prize.
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14 October 2017