Best Watching Poems

A pretty girl in pleated dress of red,
with collar laced in white beneath her throat
and matching bow upon her small blonde head,
is glancing round the chapel. I take note.

Though nails on little hands show grown-up paint,
she emanates no guile.  She’s unaware
That in this world...

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Dawn peeks over the hill and I.
The lemon lights stretch the shadows.
The beasts and wee birds grumble and fly,
each seeking food, and so do I.
My stomach growls at cocks reply
the cows in the pasture all low.
We sit with tea just he and  I
watching the...

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Colorful ribbons 
follow the woman’s movements. 
I can almost see
floating rainbows.

Pale beauties unfurl 
ivory hued fans.
I imagine
swan wings fluttering.


I chose both the ribbon dance and the fan dance for the Chinese New Year & Celebrations - Poetry Contest of Debbie Guzzi...

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A wrong  path taken  a sudden curve in the road.
So you take  a fall over some false code.
Thrown in a cell.
Taking the blame for thoose secrets we never tell.

Concrete  walls cast shadows over sky. 
So many souls trapped watching dreams die.

You...

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I love to watch a farm awaken in the early spring,
Especially as the birds in the forest happily sing, 
The farm knows how to be itself, profound and true,
Like the faded red barn, quietly beholding the view.

In this moment, the farm finds its serenity,
Between sips...

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Oh how I do love November,
that magic month that outshines September,
where I look upon the face,
of the Twinkle Fairy in all her grace,
as she blesses the leaves
falling from shivering trees
to dance in air and come to rest,
upon Gaia’s soon to be, blanketed breast.

She dances in...

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I still remember the smell of lilacs,
as we would walk down a sun dappled street.
Everything seemed so vibrant being there with her.
Perhaps she enjoyed seeing the world through my eyes.

As we would walk down a sun dappled street,
I didn't know, her mind was trapped in...

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At first the sun's fingers
Poke up just a bit,
Seeming to find the ocean's ledge,
They grab a hold of it.

With radiant arms extended,
It raises itself higher,
Then sits upon the ocean's rim -
A fuzzy ball of fire....

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She stood in front of the mirror, not liking what she sees
He watched from behind the door, seeing what he likes
She turned from side to side; hoping different angles would help her shape
He watched with excited eyes; each new angle shaping his hope

She rubbed lotion...

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Mint stars reaching out to greet the sky 
Cool zephyr blowing across your cheeks
Much nearer, your silhouette appears
Like a fog carried by beams ,you advance
With sequins on hair tossed by the breeze 
As your flowing chemise billows like a sail 
To throttle on bare toes...

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Watching the sunset—
with our hands link together on the beach.
Purple ans pink light
ripple on the ocean
as if a possible future for us
from God.

Watching the sunset—
on our deck years later—
eating our fifty-year anniversary dinner.

Watching the sunset—
for the first time
without you
And I feel lost with without you....

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Life is like being a passenger on a luxury ocean liner 
 That is sails across a Sea of Turmoil.
 Passengers feel safe by putting their faith in the sturdy construction of the ship’s steel hull.
 Their senses are enveloped by the beautiful gold, silver,...

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Soft flame flutters gently before surrendering to darkness
wealth of golden glow.
Your mind has been captured by dreams, pirates of the imagination
controlling your activity.

Crescent of gray light fades through the arch windows;
you become spotlight bright!
I study your eyes as they dash
through never-ever real land.

Are you racing,...

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Watching a Sunset

Sunset in the sky, in colorful splendor
Sunset of life, a remembrance of blunders
Sunset of love, a matter of dejection 
As love once was of unstinted affection.

A play of oranges, golds and reds in  sky
As a posse of thoughts are passing me by.
Digressing...

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Shrub leaves lie curled in the dormant yard;
Trees shiver in their nakedness
As a crisp autumn wind exhales
Into the barren night sky.

On the corner of Walnut and Maple,
The Old Crowder House fights for breath--
Creaking and moaning with age and neglect;
Too decrepit to shelter life beyond a...

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