Short Overseeing Poems
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A guard overseeing the king’s jail
Mocked the inmates without fail.
He spoke to them rudely
And treated them crudely.
Now the king has his head in a pail.
Lively little lucky Lucy Lulu
Manages milk cows who cannot moo
Noting Nor a Nebraska Gnu
Overseeing the ornery ocean blue
Providing pike for little Lucy Lulu
There once was a man with a stave
Overseeing a holy enclave ...
Well, maintaining a grin
While absolving the sin,
He assessed wicked tales and forgave
mysterious Castle of Grootsinger
overseeing the sparkling Rhine
keeping dark secrets of lovers
housing rumors of mystique and espionage
I prance in gladly
caring not if I get out alive
After being a main controller, overseeing
epsteins, and con-vids evil actions
With the intention of
Getting it all to
Slide..'
I give you bill gates...the guy next door.'
TO HELL.!!!
"beauty surrounds"
waves quietly crash
winds softly swirl
beauty of life surrounds
above ocean floors
overseeing tides
seagulls proudly soar
reflections unveil
crystals brightly shine
clear are mind and eye
SkyWatcher
05-17-23
the crown takes pole position
overseeing the head ovoid
it will be fully illumined one day
when we’re not by thought forms decoyed
save thoughts that arise by resonance
magnetically attracted from the universe
all else is false as but an ego urge
know spontaneity has no need to rehearse
There was a calm to the sadness
rueful rustlings of passing leaves
paying homage to listless limbs.
A feral-cat-like silence stalking
warily watching the wind
smooth away life’s traces.
Doves cooing in a tower
overseeing a sunset’s tears
promising a too late peace.
John G. Lawless
©1/4/2019
Overseeing the union of me and you
Ceremony ministers with vested powers
A marriage of hearts and the bond of virtue
Fortuitous meeting of flawless prowess
Sanctified wedlock of honor and beauty
Blessings in future spawned from within
Happiness substitute selfish minutiae
Rooted in happiness as we begin
Fire on still water cradled by tall trees
A picturesque photograph pulling one to ease,
Dusky pink sky with spirit overseeing
Mother natures nurturance and changes in her being.
Yellow neon light patterns dominate
Gazing his creation evidently great,
The stretching sun unravels an image grand to gloat
And underneath mere man-made a modest fishing boat!
(Bobby May Sr Poet)
Bogus I am not
Optimistic I am
Buoyant I float with laughter
Breaching some of the rules
Yonder as I watch
My thought’s aloof from poetry critics
A few seem to tough
You have become a poetry bully
Scrutinizing the heart
Renouncing the mind
Pretending you are better
Overseeing meanings
Eliminating the feelings
Trampling the heart
Everything so inter-twined
With each piece depending on each other
Think of the wind as a bush gathers
Leaves, twigs and other things around it
So that moisture is held
In the soil
And we are on a planet is the sweet zone
Of the solar system
How could it be an accident or lucky occurrence
The has to be someone overseeing and helping it along.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Catching Moon Sighs
From time to time
as clouds pass
— those plumpted puffs —
touring by
…Out
from behind them
a
Night’s lit
Blink!
will occur
for:
T’is our
Moon sighing
at Time’s insistent nudges
to fleet on by
And at which overseeing Venus
winks her sympathies…
(c) s.y. eslinger6/2024
God must have smiled when there so high
He hung a rainbow in the sky
To reassure, assuage our fears.
We've been so blessed for all these years
With God's own sign that He still cares,
Is overseeing Earth's affairs.
So when you see the storm clouds brew,
Remember God's sweet oath to you.
He'll send his bow in sweet accord;
Assurance that He keeps his word.
For John Heck's Encore contest
He lived there once, he lives there still,
In brook, in valley, in hill.
His flesh and bone you will not see,
But he is there in every tree.
His sweat and tears fed their roots,
His blood runs in their supple shoots.
And if you listen you may hear,
In the babbling brook so near;
The essence of his being.
He is still overseeing.
He lived here once, he lives here still,
In mind, in spirit, in will.
The *****.
Mightier than the sword?
Flaccid ruler overseeing
an asylum of nuts.
The blade may cut and thrust,
yet an organ driven
by lust
can inflict a
deeper scar.
Kingdoms lost in battle,
which would ne'er have been fought.
Herds of women,
Like cattle,
strive to bed the King.
For a ring.
To be his wife,
which alas,
rhymes with
Strife.
Let battle commence.
Methinks a scabbard victory.
Sometimes we may not get the approval of others
not all will respect the effort we put in,
Neither all will wish to walk beside us on our journey
some don’t care to be aware if we lose or if we win.
Therefore, we treasure those who love us whom support us in our being
reciprocate all the great never overseeing
Good people who are gracious, kind, who share and care
and we give thanks to God above that our friends are simply there.
Entry level
Just a beginner
Made a mistake
Was deemed a sinner
Blue cloud in a red sky
Offset from the rest
Light heart and a clear head
Weight off the chest
Thought she owned it all
When she blossomed into a flower
No responsibility
But wanted all the power
Wisdom with age
Overseeing the past
Should have enjoyed more
Life moved too fast
Storybook ending
Isn't realistic
Anythings possible
It pays to be optimistic
my frozen tundra
stalagtite icicle
protected by snow
winter residue
her fantastic confidence
regally standing
solid and secure
overseeing the village
guarding the mountain
winter protects her
carefully keeps her secrets
adding extra strength
she enjoys brief reign
glistening in frozen truth
spying on others
a dazzling glow
many come to worship her
rever her coldness
wishing she could stay
a frosty benefactor
winter creatures hide