Best Watcher Poems

I watched a weeping willow
Dancing with a summer breeze
A timeless dance of lovers
They'd rehearsed for centuries

The zephyr would excite her
With his warm southwesterlies
She'd gently sway...

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See the people watcher
Still as a mantis
Endless ambient sounds, unidentifiable
Does not prevent his gaze
He studies her eyes; her smile
And undresses her mind
The watcher finds himself
Transfigured...

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I am
Still I wonder
Who I am
Am I who
Am I what
Am I where
Am I here
I am
Yet I am not
My words travel beyond myself
I am made up...

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"Sorrow" 

Reality cries its tears
of grief and fear 
calling out to Love 

the song heard 

in all of human kind
beseeching Love
in self, 

the conscious 
collective...

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I once was a grand and old oak tree,
Wearing my crown with shades of green.
A protector of fields, a watcher of night.
I stood with my...

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I’m a secret watcher of Dr. Who, but now you know, and his tardis is bigger on the inside as the cult following knows. So...

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Desirous dust devils dance for a glowing gold god,
withering winds wandering whither they wish.

Silenced as shadows stretch, silhouetting strange shapes,
elongated ellipses etching the expansive emptiness.

Quickly...

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Ashes and Thirst

Evil comes in all shapes, and all sizes. 
We have all heard this many times... before. 
But how truly large, or small can...

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You move your body
but you can’t  change your mind
To many broken bits
It’s your choice to waste your time
You wish and you want
to finally be...

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What makes a speech out of words,
I have just washed the tombs of lords.
Oh, what’s my knot?
What’s my knot?

You can judge the theme not.
Words, trickle...

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crows collecting twigs

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Freedom 

I can go outside. 
I can go inside. 
I can climb a mountain, 
or swim in the sea. 

Freedom. 

I am free....

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the marked must go quietly in the night
without a word of farewell
through the trembled dust
down the dark road from which they say
no one returns

the gods...

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The black river mills are seen in the distance
The red skies show spiraling, gray clouds
The earth is man’s canvas
And the mills slowly mix the paint
We...

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Thought Police

Be careful what you say, 
be careful who you say it to. 
It might be heard... 
by someone that does not like it!

They will...

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