Best Watchful Poems

In the town of Milton Creek the sun was starting to rise
And Jenna was planning for Ranger David a lovely surprise
Unbeknown to him preparations were...

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Through shadowed trails, beneath the moon’s cold stare, 
     Its Amber gaze: a burden hard to bear.
This feathered prize found peace...

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Night spreads its magic cloak of midnight blue
across the sky.  Serenity slips down.
I sing this pantoum lullaby for you
as stars, like sequins, sparkle all...

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Mindful  

Startled out of nonchalant light,
Wakefulness stands at attention
Ignited flame from the eternal candle,
Energized vigil of the watchman
At the soul’s dawning daybreak
Tingling in the...

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Out of the dark, a lambent, lovely day has dawned
In silvery brilliance the early morning is drowned
In the sapphire sky, the sun has appeared on...

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I recognized you in an old photo
taken long before I knew you
You were among the ancient ones
The ones on whom you depended
You were brother, son,...

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utterly captivating 
was our magical night.
as dawn lay down to sleep,
we remained awake to stargaze.

utterly romantic, 
honey-sweet moments we did share.
a rendezvous tailor-made for royals;
t'was...

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With hair ablaze, a jester unconfined,
I scoffed at the mundane, its life declined.
My wardrobe, a riot, a rhapsody bold,
Mismatched socks my standard, stories untold.

In classrooms...

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Beside the rustic harbor stands a lighthouse on a hill
It keeps a watchful vigil o’er the waters deep and still
At night the harbor waters shine...

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As today.. tis 4th of July
May Blessings come 
before Your eyes
All Praise and Glory
be to God Almighty

As You watch and see 
Beyond and within Fireworks
Sparkling...

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In those bleak fields that so quietly lie - stilled as graves,
Between where the thin wind creaks and upwardly heaves,
Unseen feet can sometimes be heard...

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Erin Go Bragh 

At Ben Bulben’s feet Sligo stands,
The home of such creative hands
Where poet William Yeats did grow.
The Nobel Prize his poems did know.

On...

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With a fresh cup of coffee, I stepped outside to have a peek.
It was another peaceful morning, in the valley around Soup Creek.
I caught the...

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From a distant village, where forest lining the edges, where nature dancing with wild rhythms, where human existence have usual conflicts with minacious wild life,...

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Angel Love

There is a rose named angel face,
In lavender she blooms with grace.
When I admire her sweet splendor
I recall your love so tender

Keeping watchful eyes...

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