Best Watchfully Poems
In the midst of my sweet childhood days
I came across a gorgeous machine.
It was known by different names
But I called it my time machine.
A big roar, heard in the beginning
When I watchfully switched it to life.
I was in the middle of a battle
Fought around a century ago.
People, people running all around
Fighting without a reason I know.
Roars of victory and screams in fear
I failed to grasp their different tongue.
Back of horses, on the elephants
They fought a battle unlike to me.
Scenes of horror and bloodshed I saw
Closing my eyes I pressed the button.
Quiet different scenes I opened
In a beautiful well-furnished room
Witnessing an intense private scene
The meaning I couldn't comprehend.
It was surely in someone’s bedroom
Possibly a newly wedded one
Doing in light, should be in the dark
I changed the scene pressing the button.
Different images flashes in front
Again fallen to a battle field
Alien I was and alien it is
People around and the way they fight.
It was in a different planet
Rounding around a bright little star.
They are different and their weapons
Even the light different from us.
Then I decided to check the options
Of this marvelous magic machine.
It can crop centuries to an hour
And can extend an hour to a year.
It takes you to places in a blink
Even to somewhere outside the earth
To the new cities, towns or villages
And the deepest forest or the sea.
While I was admiring the machine
A clear loud rumble came from my back.
Not from the machine sitting in front
It was from the real world where I live.
‘Switch of the TV, go to your room
To complete the homework, remaining’
My father is strict and to be obeyed
But I will come back, dear time machine!
Honorable Mention in STRAND SPECIAL 7 ,any form ,any theme Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
Categories:
watchfully, 10th grade, imagination, time,
Form:
Free verse
She searches the closets door to door trying to find a trace or a hint of something that is or that was of her life. All she found was cobwebs of dreams shattered and gone invisible by the hands of time. Broken is her heart, the tears runs greedily down her face so out worn by age that keeps creeping upon her beauty.
The love of Winters Cold came upon her and froze the cells that kept her fortress it became weak and vulnerable to its smiles of sweet honey and tender touch of cold lies that he aimed to comfort her. Her heart gave in to it curved adhere to every demand that was made. He hastily spoke 'marry me' and she foolishly agreed.
Before times end Winter's Cold had vanished with her fortune. All she had left was an empty account of life and heart sadness. What was left could hardly be touched by one who saw and wanted to help. her fortress was gone, her feelings shattered. crying was the only comfort her tears were fresh and she ached in and out. Where in gods name could she look again for her life. Impossible she muttered, impossible she wrote.
She was a living dead walking among the live souls. Her image broken, lost and torn. What point was there to living. Give me a reason she asked none came to her. Walking slowly she took the long twisted grip of death tied it into a beautiful knot prayed to god wrote and signed her name to a letter written to winters cold. With last bit of energy left in her she took that slender neck of hers and placed it in the knot closed her eyes and jumped off the balcony. The letter to Winter's Cold blew violently in the wind whispering "WINTER'S COLD YOU'VE KILLED ME, SLEEP WATCHFULLY MY BELOVED ONE FOR ON NIGHTS EVE COLD AND GUSTY I WILL AVENGE MY LOVE AND FIT THE BROKEN PIECES OF MY LIFE.
Categories:
watchfully, betrayal,
Form:
Narrative
ABANDONED SNEAKERS IN THE STREETS
As we walked watchfully along the way,
a pair of sneakers lay silently in the streets;
abandoned by flight or neglect. Their soles
have lost their occupant: gone to who knows where.
We cannot know the life they once shared;
for there are no footprints in the asphalt to trace
the path of their beginning nor the lonely journey's end;
neither is there a catalogue of exciting events experienced.
We will never know the lord and master
from whom they have been emancipated
to be left here only with the odor of memory:
an acquired anti-aromatic epitaph.
Swiftly strolling silently onward, we pondered
the sneakers’ seduced soul---rather than their sole.
One day this too, will be the fate of our shoes:
abandoned and left only with an acquired
anti-aromatic odor of memory.
Categories:
watchfully, absence, allegory, betrayal, grief,
Form:
Elegy
Time passes…
And things are left with no traces—
Be it a dream confusion in a cold forgetful night,
Sneaking and trespassing on an ancient boyish fright,
Or an old man mourning the pride
Of a brightly hidden straightforward sight?
You don’t know! Perhaps you taught yourself how to know—
To walk asleep like all these men and women…
While your eyes are still wide open. But...,
Still you don’t know how they pass away,
How they live the night and sleep the day
When— from height to height they heavily bounce on each other,
You— from low to low sound no bother.
But..., who are you? Who am I talking to?
I think I am losing control over you
I feel like losing control over you…
Over the whole world and over myself, too;
And I don’t feel or dare any more.
Perhaps— the only thing I still care about is your eyes.
Are they closed? Maybe open?
Probably, both of your eyes are watchfully open.
But… What if there is only one eye open?
Would it be the right one or- the next?
And… What if both of your eyes are not open… closed?
How would they be- your colourless life and tree?
My mind is telling me that my eyes are open—
The two of them are widely open and free..., though
My heart’s palpitating corpse is whirling into my deafen’d ears its stormy wind,
Bleeding all silence and healing all fiend,
Telling me…
That my eyes have always been open— carefully open,
Yet in my pink-painted dreams.
Categories:
watchfully, absence, angst, confusion, dark,
Form:
Free verse
Indigenous forest so awash with trees.
Leaves strum a tune in the cool Autumn breeze.
Rustling rowans and galloping ash.
A rustic blanket for a well trodden path.
Plum tinged foliage,fleet of foot in the dance.
Melancholy movements has me in a trance.
Woodland dance floor with pine-needle skin.
Acorns descend hit the floor and join in.
Ancient great oak stands fearless and tall.
Watchfully presiding over each leaf that falls.
The seasons will pass and flowers will flourish.
All dancing their feet in Gods soil to nourish.
Drifting of herbs and bluebells in spring.
Come Summer,a chorus,the nightjar will sing.
Badgers emerging on mild winter nights.
Flittering bats in forest twilight.
Crossbills and siskins searching for fruit.
Goshawks and buzzards circle and swoop.
Indigenous forest,a landscape supreme.
Take the kids there tomorrow,its got to be seen.
Categories:
watchfully, natureautumn,
Form:
Rhyme
The wolf and the moon had a covenant
To meet whenever the sky is bright at night
There the moon exposes her radiant light
While the wolf howls, watchfully jubilant.
Constantly they meet for life-news’ sharing
Each is expectant, never late…
With delight, the wolf gives detailed update
And the moon glows… listens, gladly staring.
Such communion is somehow mysterious
Yet expresses harmonious partnership…
As the wolf inquires, “How’s God’s leadership?”
The moon answers, "Well,...always victorious!”*
*1Chronicles 29:11 Thine, O LORD, is the greatness, and the power, and the glory, and the victory, and the majesty: for all that is in the heaven and in the earth is thine; thine is the kingdom, O LORD, and thou art exalted as head above all.
August 19, 2018
Edited on September 6, 2021
2nd place, '' 'H'' Contest, New or Old Poems"
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 9/8/2021.
Categories:
watchfully, blessing, confidence, devotion, encouraging,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
Dark falls and savagery creeps watchfully like a royal tiger stalking its prey
Deceiving its unsuspecting victims
Put under a spell by its glowing, powerful eyes
A soft soul
Sparkling eyes full of intent and wisdom
The true nucleus of eternal goodness
Honey-coloured beams of light flow fluid around him
All-embracing
His nature as pure as the crystal emerald waters of the nearby coast
A pristine stone of charisma and virtue
Like the glimmering waves ebbing on the gritty shoreline
Amid darkness
He is the moon
Radiant and wholesome
Essential for survival
He is far from the surrounding conflict
But takes refuge in an ethereal dimension
A mystic galaxy of ethics and empathy
Yet
Turmoil and chaos erupt like a spiteful volcano
A blazing inferno of wicked inclination and corruption
A battle of diabolical forces
Trapped between morality and depravity
The essence of civilization
Slowly wearing
Loneliness and unease cloud his mind
Loss of judgement paves way for blind emotion
Like heavy rain extinguishing the luminous flame of the candle of virtue
Violence ruthlessly devours every last golden drop of innocence and humanity
Diluting the reason and humanity inside
And the once-noble heart succumbs to scathing malice
Fading the sparse areas of light and warmth
To cold frigid darkness
Categories:
watchfully, journey,
Form:
Free verse
Both were pets at home—
The cute parrot and the black cat.
We loved both—almost equally.
They too loved us beyond measure,
But didn’t at all like each other.
Each thought that the other was
One too many!
We did not encage Cutie.
Thought it a sin.
But that was all our sin—
As it turned out.
When we were alert,
As we were almost always,
Blackie was on her best behaviour.
But she was only waiting—
Watchfully, patiently.
She knew only too well that the best way
To resist a temptation is
To yield to it.
So one day, as Cutie was perched cozily
On our tiny toddler’s shoulders,
She swooped down:
kra..kra…kra.
Oh, the rest is silence!
So, what’s dear to you
May be dinner to another!
Categories:
watchfully, pets, , cute,
Form:
Free verse
Allow my wisdom to assert warnings along historical authenticity
Bringing the truth, “In the beginning God created…”* with perfect beauty
Championing supreme sovereign control over mankind’s creativity
Driving the need for people to fulfill their foremost directed duty…
Exposed toward Adam and Eve along their impact for eternity
Faith of mine fervently clings to the Lord midst human frailty
Gripped by God’s grace while grieving due to greed’s gravity
Here am I heralding that there’s hope in turning from hostility…
Immune to the cycle of people’s existence marked with infirmity
Justice I yearn to behold in advocating honesty of triumphant joviality
Kindness shown to everyone, not just to pets like doggie and kitty
Love for each other, I hail, to reign along enjoyment of pardon’s liberty…
Mismanagement of resources midst selfishness mars the Creator’s majesty
Now, I beseech functional citizens to exercise nurture against notoriety
Opening themselves for constructive changes with readiness-opportunity
Paradigm shift toward transformation for next generation’s posterity…
Quitting irresponsibility and abuse for granted dominion with role’s quality
Realize, recognize and resolve problems along God’s governing renewability
Sensibility with sensitivity I continue to seek from civilizations in their sobriety
Thankful for grace of the Life-Giver Who upholds earth in His tenacity…
Understanding Earth’s status vis-à-vis inhabitants’ stature of uncertainty
Virtuous heart vows to pray for redemption, repentance and revival’s vitality
Wishing to win against waywardness and wickedness, while watchfully witty
‘Xercising optimism along trust in the Lord for people’s grievous 'xtremity
Yearning for “O earth, hear the word of the LORD”* to become divinely yeasty
Zooming toward New Heaven and New Earth with holy zeal, spiritually zesty.
*Genesis 1:1
**Jeremiah 22:29
November 20, 2024
1st place, "In the cycle of Existence" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon; judged on 1/5/2025
Categories:
watchfully, blessing, christian, encouraging, faith,
Form:
Abecedarian
Bird in a Cage
A small, gloriously yellow bird ended up trapped in a cage
Each day the confines grew more and more like home
Constraints seemed familiar
Lost were the thoughts of flying free and open space
Dreams grew dimmer and dimmer
Of exploration and of choice
Food came easily
No need to forage
Predictability a comfort
Safety and confinement became its new friend
Over time the glorious feathers dulled
Despondency took over
No fight was left to try to escape
Until…one day
The door lay open
Coveted freedom beyond belief
Nothing was the same again.
To dare to dream
Terror gripped as he fluttered off
Slowly, watchfully
Unfamiliar now
Forgetting how to fly
Would he regain what he once knew?
Climbing heights
Regaining freedom
New realities!
Grace Daub May 17, 2020
Thoughts of Covid 19 and new realities
Categories:
watchfully, endurance,
Form:
Free verse
Playing with the kittens
Full of scratches I was gettin
Sitting in the apple tree for hours
Dreaming of how God chose the colors of the sky
Watchfully gazing
As the clouds passed by
Long walks on the farm with dad
Training the beagles
But what I loved the most
Talks on the porch sitting so close
PUPPIES everywhere nibbling, cuddling
Huge smiles
There’s nothing better as a child
Hanging upside down on my swing set
Still wondering about God’s paint set
How much fun God must have everyday
To start the morning off with such delightful play
Catching bees, lightning bugs and baby birds that had fallen
Running from the bees and the momma birds
That were calling
Riding in the back of the truck with my uncle
When he went to feed the cows
Do kids get to do anything
That cool now
With my grandma Id sew
Small creations of the day
She always put out
Proudly on display
Braids dangling from my cowboy hat
Shooting my pop gun at the cat
Watching Roy Rodgers
Not missing a day
He was my hero
And still is today
Sneaking so silently
With my butterfly net
But never close enough
Could I get
No video games
Not much tv
Please explain to me what you did
All I can say is that it was
A great time to be kid
Categories:
watchfully, childhoodgod, god,
Form:
From the crystals’ broken of lights
Or dead link-the souls’ marines
By machine pip-out targeting apical
Snares by the roads —
Through of demolishing the tools that
Throve flats up for peace . . .
It took the leash by the saw
The gloss of the desert thy help
In confront, any wakeful dream up
Watchfully rolls been fielding —
By mindful fields, the gloss that regrets
Of course a soul it’s matter,
The hero-the weapon
In avail words of freedom
And carry it clearly over the esteem
By gloss of the desert!
In peace thou insures of earth.
Categories:
watchfully, allegory, nostalgia, peace, political,
Form:
Lyric
A powerful hunter, of varied species
Watchfully gazing, they perch on high
Eyesight of excellence, strong hooked beak
Awaiting your prey, vultures, a splendid relation
Incredible wingspan, as they take flight
Found near water, perched on feathered legs
Fish a-plenty, hunting ground
Boot, harpy, snake, fish and sea
Of four divisions so they belong
Rainforests, deserts, coasts thy be found
Of almost every habitat
Foraging for food
Make way to the nest
Eyries of the ledge, frequently of the trees
Align thy grass, twigs and leaves
Display a valid courtship
Allocate thy mate
Somersault with might and weight
Protect thine eggs, chicks will hatch
Be guarded, vulnerability be aware
Return thy food, to motherly shelter
Protect from snakes, ravens, racoons
Promote survival, train thy young
Eagle calls across thy territory
Attention thus occupied
With wings outstretched
Take thy stand
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Categories:
watchfully, children, education,
Form:
Free verse
He looked down and found me tarnished and worn.
He reached down and gathered me in.
He polished and cleaned, brought forth a new me,
and He even forgave my sin.
He gave me a heart that yearns just for Him,
and a peace that sits so serene.
I know by His grace i'll hold to a faith
in those things that cannot be seen.
I'll keep my eyes on the face of my Lord,
I'll cling to His nail scarred hand.
I'll place my burdens and cares at His feet.
On that solid Rock I will stand.
I will not faulter, nor will I fail,
I'll draw on His strength every day.
I'll always be a witness for Him,
a disciple along life's way.
I know He will never foresake me,
evermore with me He'll be
I know He will love me forever
from now through eternity.
Helping me through the bad times
watchfully caring for me.
Guiding and guarding and keeping,
right through eternity.
Categories:
watchfully, faith, me, me,
Form:
Rhyme
A SUMMER WALK
Dr. Jim Martin
Leaving one morning for a predawn walk,
Accompanied by no one with whom to talk.
I quickly observe the stillness in the air,
And pause to enjoy the coolness everywhere.
I briskly walk, lost in my thought,
Debating in my head those chores I had fought.
“Relaxing is this,” I hasten to say,
As I hurry along to start my day.
The neighborhood pets are beginning to wake,
I cautiously watch them, no chances to take.
They lazily watch with curious eye,
As I walk hastily, yet watchfully by.
As I get to the end of the street,
I turn around and begin my retreat.
Returning to home where my venture began,
I marvel, “How simple, yet rewarding this plan.”
I now must begin these chores anew,
And wonder if I will ever muddle through.
Tomorrow will find me all eager to retrace,
Those familiar steps which I daily face.
Categories:
watchfully, 12th grade, emotions,
Form:
Rhyme