Best Watchword Poems
C- Confidence in achieving your goal.
O- Optimism~that is it is within reach.
U- Upwardness is all you allow
yourself to see.
R- Resolute in catching that star~
that dream.
A- Assurance that you have what it takes.
G- Gratitude in each step toward success.
E- Enthusiasm is how you lead
yourself and your team.
O- Optimism is the watchword of
your day.
U- Unfailing to keep your eye on the prize.
S- Spirituality plus, humility that you
need God in all you pursue.
September 23, 2020
3:30pm PST
Categories:
watchword, character, courage,
Form:
Acrostic
Have you ever been a-flyin'
Up in the sky so blue?
If you have you seen the people
Who provide their service for you.
Flying for them is a profession
One of assistance, service, and care.
I often times have mumbled
At some of the things they hear.
Have you ever been a-flyin'
In a plane with silver wing?
If so you have met the people
Whose "attendance" is their thing.
I have seen them courteous and collected
Even in spite of a boor.
Somehow you know they are thankful
When the last one is out the door.
Have you ever been a-flyin'
Up above in a crowded plane?
Have you ever wondered
How those people do not go insane?
Life for them is walking
Thousands of miles each day.
With every step they take on that plane
They try to help in every way.
Have you ever been a-flyin'
Up high...well over a country mile?
Then you must have seen the people
Whose job it is to smile.
Courtesy is the watchword of their profession
No time to give way to personal vents.
So when you get on an airplane
Be thankful for the "Flight Attendants".
Categories:
watchword, flying, giving, jobs, people,
Form:
Rhyme
Now 1738 there was born a man...
'name of Ethan Allen; his craw full'a sand,
Faced up to the guvenor of N Y, State..)
The green mountain boys would be part of his fate,
He took fort Ticonderoga as the hour grew late
This man of destiny; standing up to the plate,
As demands of imperial power hit nerves rubbed raw
Self-determination the watchword by tower and shore,
This flame a'burning makes its seat in their hearts
People "taxed over wars" wishing now to part,
The rest is history "how they made their stand..
Forced into conflict that led to freedom unplanned..!
A maverick Man
Tweaked by abbreviation and footnote
Copyright Joe Maverick 2012
In support of Cyndi MacMillans "Mavericks contest"
Categories:
watchword, uplifting,
Form:
Couplet
From pine-scented forests, past boulders and streams,
To clear lakes encircled by murals and dreams
Where bright clouds emblazon a warm azure sky,
A trail through the mountains is one I must try.
When bluebells stop blooming and nighttime grows cold,
The breeze makes the aspen trees shimmer with gold.
The chirp of the pika is scarce to be heard;
The eerie elk-bugle is now the watchword.
The sounds and their season soon snuffed out by snow,
The silky white peaks wear a pink, sensual glow
At sunrise when raw arctic blasts turn serene,
Inviting to view how they’ve sculpted the scene.
As ice turns to water and lush green arrives,
The crags reappear and new wildlife thrives.
Soon streamlets will gurgle and columbines grow;
The mountains are calling and I must go.
Categories:
watchword, america, beautiful, inspiration, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Kachina of the Hopi
There are so many of you
Holding sway with our nation
We of the Hopi yearn for your wisdom
Your powers over air and water
Talk to us in gentle tones
Let our ancestors rejoice at our life
Let them release us from misery
From the memories we had of long ago
Let fertility become your watchword
As you tend to our people and crops
We teach our children of your ways
We make your form to show them
The creatures of the Earth
Adorn the images of your form
With feathers and seed of the Earth
We will teach our children to walk tall
We will sing and dance your praises
At the Soyal we will renew our vows
Ahola oh ancient one watch over our sun
You led our people that long time past
We walked from the Mountains of the East
To the great plains of the Middle land
You showed us the track of the sun
Hear us now oh special one
We ask only that which we need
Forgive us our wants that we can live again
Send to us Chaveyo, show those that do wrong
Put our people on the road of the Great Spirit
You are many where we are now few
I will talk to you again Great Spirit
Forgive this lowly creature
Take my love and praise for ever
Categories:
watchword, native american, people, children,
Form:
Free verse
Any person who’s in employment, works in a safe environment
As policies have all been put in place to eradicate accidents
But how many of us, are as diligent when it comes to our family
And risk assess each room at home to ensure it’s hazard free
Each year, there are so many injuries, that are caused by trips and falls
In the home, so experts tell us, that it’s the most unsafe place of all
Those most at risk are our elders, especially ones who live alone
When trips or falls at their time of life, can result in broken bones
It doesn’t take anything major, the smallest innocuous event
Can cause the elderly, a child or ourselves, to have an accident
Old worn slippers that slop off feet, over-furnished rooms
Chairs used as ladders and trailing leads are all where danger looms
Frayed loose carpets, and failing health, can lead to jeopardy
So ‘Safety First’ is the watchword, to protect from injury
Throw out shabby slippers - clean out rooms - make pathways clear
Secure trailing leads - use a footstool - have health checks every year
Ensure safety is your mindset, and risk assessment habitualistic
So you and your family don’t end up, as one more Health and Safety statistic.
Categories:
watchword, family, healthhealth,
Form:
Rhyme
I gulp a flame of desire
At the sight of your ecclesiastical attire
Being proxy for a pacifier
That elicits a comfort for my quagmire
Your smile, your smile
A sun in a darkened profile
A moon that illuminates the eventide.
Oh lily of the while
You let your movement twist my writing style
And your utterances, parch my bile
Your cheek,
Comely and with a perfect sleek
It brings forth my devotion like to a holy week
My arteries gape and tweak...
When your eyes greet my eyes in streak
And I feel your eyes can unbend an oblique
When you call my name, l inhale peace
Right from the direction of your sheen anatomical masterpiece.
It flows into my centrepiece
And makes me say "how I need this! "
This aura of hightened affection
Induces my heart's rhythm section
My pulse beats to the sequence of your rock n' roll session
Your complexion,
Makes me want to have no objection
To any of your imperfection
But to uphold your perfection
Your entirety is graced
Euphoric and grippingly fun-aced
Your pulchritude is emphatically embraced
And your probity, well showcased
Appeals to my aftertaste
Once have you spoken, twice have I heard
Like you stole the password
Securing my ghost word
From where I will fangle your byword
Please don't make it your watchword
Rather let us build on the foreword
Categories:
watchword, beauty, cute love, for
Form:
Rhyme
I despair from the invisible thorns,
Inflicted on me by the forces of hurt
I desire to flee beyond,
from within the ****** of crossroads
Sweet pain!
I've come to see.
I’m trapped in a fortress as thick as steel
The puzzle called earth plays me, like poker
I flaunt my guts in a minute entity
I flex my panache to few and sundry
The gods have smiled,
But I’ve laughed yet not
I’m prepared, I know
But they think otherwise.
The saints have sang
But the rhythm still plays.
I’m sensitive, so I feel everything
In the sense of it, and beyond of it
My time is served
But the shackles stay clasped
My wings and cape were made to soar
Un-glue me from my cubicle in hell’s pit
Whose tears do I shed?
Who is the snail in front of me?
On the one-track path to light
Yearn has become my alias
I know, I know
Patience is the watchword
But even her, lacks perfection
My case just might be an exception
Oh King of us
What are your thoughts?
Categories:
watchword, africa, allegory, confusion, desire,
Form:
Free verse
Brilliant young girl
Old in character
Lovely and fun to be with
Unarguably, a rare jewel
Wearing on her face,
A gap- toothed grin
That sparkles like rainbow
In that smile, there's vigour
Fidelity, her watchword
Enthralling all, her virtues
Categories:
watchword, girl, integrity,
Form:
Acrostic
Daystar – 7-29-24
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Daystar
Dawn births David’s promise in my heart where your pure love abides
Aroma of Emmanuel, Morning's Star, God with me, The Word
Yahweh’s welcome, eternal teddy bear with arms opened wide
Sweet Lamb of God, miracles of sacrifice your watchword
Tender shepherd you gather this headstrong lamb with parables of life
Alpha and Omega, you rebuke all my midnights,
Redeemer of my stubborn heart – you sow in me Christ’s light
Categories:
watchword, jesus, morning, star,
Form:
Acrostic
Terry Cooper
7:20 AM (24 minutes ago)
to me
By all means Jim glad you liked the piece!
Ages of Rock
by Terry Cooper
For many years I bubbled beneath the deep Earth’s crust
Hot and molten ever moving, upward trying to thrust
Suddenly a crack appeared, above my very space
I burst out with my cohorts, sunshine hit my face.
We cascaded down a hillside, solidifying as we could
Came to a halt and looked about, the cooling winds felt good
Rain lashed down and crystallized, the surface of our skin
Holes appeared as if by magic, as our innards shrunk within
Dwellers began to assemble, in our caves for mutual shelter
Humans and some animals, with snakes so smooth and slender
All life sought our protection, from the threat there was without
Comfort did we garner, as our guardianship spread about.
Now they come to mine us, for the minerals we secrete.
The sound of pick and hammer, resound with monotonous beat.
Will our families ever return; to the security we provide?
Those caverns now more cavernous, fill us still with pride
There may come a time we’re needed, to again support Gods life
New eruptions being born, on the winds of Earths good wife
Evolving, our watchword, we record natures remedies to your ill’s
Do not dare to really upset us, lest Earths innards outward spills.
Terry Cooper
PS. Not rock of ages. Could not find any cliffs around.
Categories:
watchword, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Couplet
mother said the best place to laugh is in the graveyard and mortuary.
father told us the better place to cry is in the church,
but, I've learnt that the white place for all these is within you!
because, it gives you a grey freedom,
freedom to be a loner,
freedom to walk into yourself yourself;
freedom to drink from your lost black memories,
Search through the tattered grit history that made you.
freedom to weigh your wandering thoughts on your palms and see the reason why the earth is against every human.
Freedom to see your pastor's visions and never dance stupidly without asking how.
Freedom to break hold from your Imam's illusion in the mosque and, never lose your senses to him!
I've studied nature and discovered the graveyard is the poorest place,
It is rich in loamy and dust and; dust worth nothing!
When our ancestors danced along the forest of Umuahia,
they lied to us,
they planted falsehood in us like lyrics of music.
They took us to where we could find death,
Handed over death to us to keep amongst us through their words.
They handed our shadows to us,
made us cracked the skulls of ghosts.
They spelt evil backward and said that was the watchword.
There is darkness found in purity!
What is purity to you?
What in your world is pure?
Purity is an illusion
Grace is an illusion
Faith is an abysmally dead illusion
and you're a faceless illusion!
Birth today, dust tomorrow after merriment.
Fateless dice thrown back of a chess board...
What will be the name of the street heaven will name you?
what room number will be yours in heaven according your pastor's spit?
Do you know if hell will have pretty harlots and tent of alcohol?
Men will be glad to go there than heaven.
The last time I visited the devil, he told me this:
"illusion is birth through the bar of our parents' mouth,
Faking those galaxies they told us dwells on the palms of a tattered boy".
I looked through a broken mirror
I saw a better part of me in horror.
With incomplete teeth,
grandpa told us school was the best...
and we queued to receive our doom,
now, our doom took us into captivity.
We are this illusion nature spoke of
that was birth mysteriously.
Yours Poetically,
©John Chizoba Vincent
Categories:
watchword, africa, anxiety, art, bible,
Form:
Blank verse
Morning broke clearly over the earth,
loving hugs and kisses amid the "Business as Usual" atmosphere.
The quiet hand of God raising another beautiful day,
As the anxious hand of the assassin prepared to deliver his blow.
Thousands set their life course on the wave of human endeavor,
man's handiwork beckoning to them .
The gleaming towers embraced this fold,
Just as the beast pounced on the innocent.
Those first ripples of fear,
Gained momentum as a tide...
Crashed down upon the breakwater of our hearts,
Carrying with it the memories of friends and loved ones.
The hatred of freedom and peace,
Raised its ugly head only to see the devastation.
Hiding now in the land of once enlightened men,
Knowing its life worthless in the company of civilized society.
As for those who remain and remember the innocent,
The pain will still linger for a while.
For loved ones gone in an instant of madness,
The prayers of a tearful nation are raised to heaven.
The anger of these deep emotions,
Must be tempered by the forgiveness of the heart.
Justice will prevail one day,
If not soon, then in the righteous time of the Almighty Creator.
Until that time comes...
VIGILANCE is the watchword.
DETERMINED RESOLVE is the promise,
With FAITH that tomorrow, the quiet hand of God will raise another
Beautiful day.
Categories:
watchword, dedication, history, hope, loss,
Form:
Free verse
Some broken hearts will never mend
for souls are swept by varied storms-
loss of sweet love and lives that end-
heartache comes in different forms.
Along my way today I found
some broken hearts will never mend;
everywhere fractured lives abound
with grief we cannot comprehend.
They struggle to the bitter end
wearing their happy disguises;
some broken hearts will never mend
and they come in many sizes.
It could be you, it could be me,
the soul whose heartache does not end
so let kindness your watchword be;
some broken hearts will never mend.
Copyright February 25, 2022
Categories:
watchword, care, death, grief, heartbreak,
Form:
Quatern
My Mile High Poem
Number 5,280
My favorite poem with a my oh my;
No matter how hard that you do try,
Beyond all measure;
Poem do treasure;
Your poems will never pass mine by.
Credit Card and Hugh
Had put credit card precisely in grove;
Did proper steps and would approve;
You know,
My Hugo;
Now Hugh go home after you remove.
Jim Horn
With guilt built a quilt which would tilt,
After it did wilt and my milk on I spilt,
Until bed was completely covered up to hilt;
Then would have to walk around it on each stilt.
Jodacious Horacious Horn
For many years I bubbled beneath the deep Earth’s crust
Hot and molten ever moving, upward trying to thrust
Suddenly a crack appeared, above my very space
I burst out with my cohorts, sunshine hit my face.
We cascaded down a hillside, solidifying as we could
Came to a halt and looked about, the cooling winds felt good
Rain lashed down and crystallized, the surface of our skin
Holes appeared as if by magic, as our innards shrunk within
Dwellers began to assemble, in our caves for mutual shelter
Humans and some animals, with snakes so smooth and slender
All life sought our protection, from the threat there was without
Comfort did we garner, as our guardianship spread about.
Now they come to mine us, for the minerals we secrete.
The sound of pick and hammer, resound with monotonous beat.
Will our families ever return; to the security we provide?
Those caverns now more cavernous, fill us still with pride
There may come a time we’re needed, to again support Gods life
New eruptions being born, on the winds of Earths good wife
Evolving, our watchword, we record natures remedies to your ill’s
Do not dare to really upset us, lest Earths innards outward spills.
Categories:
watchword, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick