Best Watches Poems
A vision through the haze of time and rhyme
a mirrored beauty, Helen sits and waits.
I see her through the window for it's late,
at dawn, I'll bring her death, for she's not mine.
As yet, the key's not turned in lock sublime,
and I will stand and wait as fear dictates.
The Master's carriage leaves at half past eight
then I approach the shrouded outer gate.
Through the door and to Helen's room, I run,
and grasp her tightly to my beating chest.
I tear the cloth from her and she's undone.
Helen prays for her Paris dispossessed,
as on the satin sheets my stanchion drums
out of fight and breath, she acquiesced.
old oak branches out
roots along the river's bank
bald eagle within
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The docile creature is shaken awake
Noticing the success of the carnivores
They are terrible in their growling, ripping, and tearing
Blood drips from their teeth
Why are the bullies winning?
The deer has choices
She can remain true to her disposition
Or turn into a wolf and become a night monster
She waits for instruction from the recesses of dark shadows
Shadows that want everyone to fear the night
God hides in the corner,
Watching,
Without interrupting
Old Watches
by Edmund Siejka
Of all the watches at the mall
It’s the old watches I like best
Antiques hidden in the back
Away from the brash newcomers
Rolex and Tag Heuer.
When I was a kid I watched grownups
On early mornings
Carefully turn the watch’s small button
Winding up its tiny moving springs
Bringing the watch back to life.
In those days there were no quartz parts
The old watches
Were marvels of human ingenuity
And old fashioned craftsmanship
Encased in brass
Tiny springs and miniature wheels
Moving together in synchronized harmony.
My old watch still works
Moving effortlessly 360 degrees
Past the 12
Down to the lowly 6
Marveling at its resiliency
That this thing,
This very old watch
Handed down to me a long, long time ago
Still keeps time.
Every so often I bring the watch
Back to the jeweler
Holding the old timepiece in his hand
He would solemnly say
“They don’t make watches like these anymore
The young prefer I-phones
To tell time
That’s technology for you.”
Each day
More and more of the old timepieces
Are lost or forgotten
In bedrooms where Grandparents
Kept family documents
In dark dresser drawers
And faded photos
Graced night tables.
Where are the old watches now?
Why just this morning
A practiced hand
Was needed to tenderly turn a watch’s small button
And gently nudge the old timepiece back to life.
Those Who Watches Over Us
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The other day we drove to our National Cemetery.
As we dove through it, I saw something out of the corner
of my eye, a slight movement; I did a double take to make
sure of what I had seen sure enough it was really there!
~
There standing in front of each grave instead of headstone
was a soldier standing in his finest dress uniform,
each looking his best with their top SSgt.
squaring them away like they've always had done before.
From the Indian wars, to the war between the States,
from the Alamo, to war in the trenches,
from Wake to Normandy, from Korea to Vietnam,
from Iraq to Afghanistan, and all who have
given their lives for this nation.
They were all there and looking so good,
while kidding each other about
who was looking the best;
in their best dress uniforms.
~
You should have seen it; then my
wife woke me up so to go home.
But, I bet if you should go to there today
and look just right you too can see them
standing there looking so grand, instead
of looking at those cold gray white stones.....
~
Steve L. Siegel
December 1, 2014
My brother watches over me as I lie sleeping
He cradles me close, afraid I will wake
And he assures me I am in his safe keeping.
I want to talk, tell him what my mind is seeping
But laggard thoughts are still opaque
My brother watches over me as I lie sleeping.
To hear his voice soothes my core from weeping
Freeing tears that could flood a lake
And he assures me I am in his safe keeping.
He thinks I am awake when eyes are peeping
A sudden movement would be a mistake
My brother watches over me as I lie sleeping.
From dawn to darkness my mind is creeping
Along with sounds my voice does make
And he assures me I am in his safe keeping.
As he holds me, my dark eyes are sweeping
Tightly he contains me nearer so not to break
My brother watches over me as I lie sleeping
And he assures me I am in his safe keeping.
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth,"
Israel's war crimes, a brutal truth..
The statistics are glaring and growing more bleak.
One thousand Gaze an children killed every week..
Fathers in anguish, mothers drown in their tears,
their babies now gone before their first year..
Every fifteen minutes a child killed in their blast,
while one in four are starving now, some eating only grass.
For those that survive while in harms way, are losing
their limbs as the bombs splay.
12,000 innocents, undeserving of their fate,
while the rest of the world just watches and waits..
47% of Gaza's population are children.
Looking down, I am pleased to see
Youthful pilgrims from St. Joseph’s and Francis of Assisi
In this Year of Faith
Making a journey toward many a sacred place
Mother is happy
As they proclaim a decade at each Holy Place
Giving Glory to her multi-ethnic face
She fills them each with her grace
It is glorifying to hear their wonder and awe
As they enter each prayer room and chapel, to their knees they fall
Complete with Apostles and Saints, each portrayed through time
Carved in stone, pieced in mosaic and painted detail, so fine
Blessings, I shall provide these
Pilgrims worshipping at the Immaculate Shrine
Our Lady of LaVang, Saint Tekawitha and Mary Queen of Ireland
Grant to them their heavenly presence divine
My life in replica at the Franciscan Monastery
Of the Holy Land
They glare at the cave of my son’s birth
Till death, where his cross did stand
They Kiss the spot where he lay, before interment to the earth
Grateful they are to Father Mark White
Carrying them on Spiritual wings
Like one of my Angel’s in Flight
And worshipping in a new comfort zone
Sounds of the Holy Spirit erupt, as they journey home
God Watches Over Us
On the nest sits a bird too afraid to fly.
Beautiful wings could help it soar,
but the pain of past failures make the lonesome cry.
God said to this bird,
"Trust” and have “Faith” in Me,
for I will carry you into the Blue and Clouds.
The miracle of flight is waiting just for you to see."
The bird replied, "But God I can't fly as I am weak.
I will fall as It's happened before when I tried to fly.
I'm afraid of being hurt again.
God's voice is soft and reassuring, God said to the bird,
I created you, I will protect you, your lonesome cry I have heard.
Have faith in Me and you will fly high in the sky.
So, up little bird, spread your wings and fly like an eagle.
With the wings I lovingly created for you to fly.
If you fall I'll pick you up, lift you back into the sky."
Yes with trembling legs, unsure wings the bird finally looked to the sky.
It took a deep breath, took a chance, as the bird began to fly.
Found himself way up in the blue sky as told by God.
"So thank you, God, for believing in me.
Thank you for giving me wings.
Thank you for your protecting hands.
Your glory I will now sing."
By Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS DD
Copyright 2015
My connection to infinitive existance has been numbed from the very experiences written to ensure enlightenment for which my soul searches lifetimes repeated...
As the distance measured by complicity learned into simplicity is explored , endured, understood , and loved...
As is the dark underbelly twin of hurt, unlearned, angry roads of loss , humiliation , and severed self esteem....
The creator of angels and demons within my own being ,has been these paths taken without guidance or support ,
That have left me here pondering upon the choices and self awarness denied to the child I did not ask to be so thankful for lifes chances to conquer through walls built with ignorance , insecurities , and frustrated misunderstood lives of those journeys which began before my own and directed down paths to join and polute my unshielded existance ...
Every second of every minute of every hour of every day of every week of every month of every year of every decade ...
All gifts in which I find the experiences offered to be interpreted and absorbed as energy my soul uses as strength,empathy,understanding in order to become what I have already once written for myself and await patiently for my ascending arrival to existance infinite
[I'm not really sure this is the right form of lyric, not doing rhymes here]
I look for you in the glow of starlight
I feel your presence though I am stone
and you become a mysterious torment
a whisper in a place with eerie keening.
I collapse on my knees, stunned and passive
pain beats like a soundless drum
you carried away the magic of our past.
All I have left is mere bravado.
In the watches of the night
I suspect daylight will be brief
time is an illusion for you're not there
the reality of our love a flimsy veil.
@jjote
it would be nice if certainties came liquid
and don't wear a dirty robe
as the aggressive formation of the storms
or the negative balance of failed smiles.
we know what they created...
this altar of icy statues,
built with the defects called trust
and his emblematic surname pain.
the fingers that point are made of stone
and evoke hatred for our imperfection.
time absorbs all delusions,
but you don't find any of that on watches:
the filthy parade of minutes knows how to erase
the human and abstraction.
this happened with the links
that have become distance,
the passions that turned away,
the barbed wire of indifference
that surrounded the source of being and knowing.
still never talked about awards
when we came here to play.
is the dagger of certainties in our eyes
that makes the light dim nonstop.
The Lord is my Shepherd I shall not want…
The Lord will provide all of my needs…
The Lord will bring me to quiet gentle waters…
The Lord will hush the raging streams…
He will hold me in His arms and allow me to sleep peacefully at night…
He will open my eyes each and every day…
Whatever it is that my existence requires…
The Lord of the Universe is all that I need…
Humbly come before Him upon your knees…
Bring your petitions before His Throne of Grace…
His mercy is given out freely…
Just open up your palms to the sky worshiping the One True God…
He will provide all of your needs.
What a Shepherd we have indeed!
gwendolen rix
1-12-16
She watches as no one moves
She wonders where she is at
Taken by a man she has no clue of
She wonders if he will ever let her go
She wonders why he ever took her
She wonders where her family is
I wonder everyday when this girl will be found
I keep watching and hoping she will appear
I watch the family
Leaves are falling
So are tears
The sun is shining
When rain should be pouring down
What a sick man to take a young girl
With potentional to be someone
To make something out of her life
To be someone that other people would be jealous of
To have a family and make people proud
Because of this man
No one will ever know if she have this this
No one will ever know if she will be coming back home
No one ever wants to think that she will not be coming home
No one wanted to ever see this girl leave
This world is not what everyone expected
For you kayla I wish that you will be found
Be happy with your family
(continued from While Caesar watches for Brutus Part One)
Then you think of a face you love, those prayers begin
You try to crawl safely back in
The crowd disperse with taunts of " chicken"
You reach for the priest's hand, you begin to stand
But you slip on a pigeon's shhhhhh........
You awaken in a body cast from head to toe
Napoleon and Caesar are debating the earth's woe
Nurse Ratchet comes in and blows a pill down your spout
You've bought a one way ticket to loony bin, with no way out
The world is so mechanical
It's becoming so scientific
It is getting to be so-so difficult
Your eyes search for answers
Your lips mutter why
Then you glance and Napoleon walks by
He salutes you, his wounded comrade
And kisses your cheeks
You smile, Napoleon smiles
While Caesar watches for Brutus.