Best Watermark Poems

Journey To The Unseen 

 
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One big boom reverberates,
we shelter 'neath the railway bridge,
the swirling wind ensures we get a soaking anyway.
The Croal is roaring well above the watermark,
the nature...

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Mark Clarke was the gentlest man of Denmark 
Yet considered by all a most unlikely patriarch
He was proud being Noah’s apprentice on the ark

Mark was...

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Dedicated to Robert Lindley 

He is a singer of the dark. This dark
made of the blood he shed over a rhyme;
of the hell's cavities that...

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I believed that I was rural … that I lived in country style,
where the city was close handy … that big distance was a mile.
Trains...

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 Continued from Part 2 

5. MIDNIGHT DREAMS 
At night the soldiers sometimes dream
of many things which make them scream,
like
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"Small Mutinies"



So what if my point of view
is not that which wraps 
you in comfortably warm
fluffed-up silky 
cashmere blankets 
of insecure insincerity
simple scribbles 
bleating from...

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A is for an album to hold my stamp hoard,
B is for back of book where my “specials” are stored.

C is for the cancellation that...

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"Concentric"



Perfection
is a never ending story
with alternative endings, 
that never end 

"You're an oxymoron", she said

You stand on your shore 
skipping stones and thoughts
you concede, 
you’re...

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This self evident truth that all men are created equal ?
Never quite able as to escape these questions which arrive
Time's comical in ludicrous exposes: today...

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One big boom reverberates,
we shelter 'neath the railway bridge,
the swirling wind ensures we get a soaking anyway.
The Croal is roaring well above the watermark,
the nature...

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If, as hippy folklore claims, it never rains in California,
Then the watermark is never washed out of the phoney cheque,
And when you’re dead and gone...

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"The Edge"



Beneath the surface
freedom flows
above the watermark
secrets shared 
with the sky
only the ghost 
knows

conversations of a man 
on the edge of life

pondering ponds
the loud silent...

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>The sea and me
By Stanley Russell Harris
Poetry soup honorable mentioned.
(The new mad author)

I like to be beside the sea.
Calm or rough a delight to see.
If...

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The fiery sun was a radiant circle
in the majestic sky.
As it started to dip
beneath the watermark,
an amber blush decorated
the evening sea.
Golden hues 
started dancing on...

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