Short Sentinels Poems
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Diktats
never disclosed
stridently imposed.
Laundered veracity
fusillades of mendacity
in vibrant schools
where feelings carved fools.
Sentinels were gathered upon the pond
dressed in their best green beau monde'
Waiting to herald the birth of first bloom
as twins were whelped from Lily's womb
Sentinels keep watch
On the walls of Jerusalem,
Lord, protect and defend
Your chosen people.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2019
12th May 2019.
November's colors pale as winds and storms begin
Fall sentinels are now excused and turn their faces inward
Dreams of the fire's warmth and comfort become a reality
lemon tree mountain
magical scenario
peeking between trees
hidden animals
feeling autumns sweet coolness
slow temperatures
october birch trees
quintessential sentinels
guarding the hidden
Stone homes of ancient memories
Sentinels sleeping under white
Locked in a fading breath
Of the long lost keeper.
Life trapped in timeless glass
Glimpsed amid weathering bones
Outlining the ways of forgetfulness.
Piney woods, perfume the forests; sweet scents waft upon the air.
Great oaks share their strength; Popular poplars whisper lost secrets.
In the great kingdom of trees, generosity is paramount.
Sitting stoically
Two furry faces
Gaze upon faded photos.
Once cherished,
Hugged, wept over,
Drooled on
Forever friends
Now
Silent sentinels
Chewed ears
Button eye
Pablum stained
Guardians
Of a fading
Moment.
Silent sentinels rise from the tide,
bones of steel, nourished, refined.
Like Canti, a lord forged from the mind,
bound to the earth for the ones who cry.
Painted for the hymn of adults—
swinging a bat for freedom of lies.
Houses on parade
Guards to civilisation
A great divide between man and space
Escapism opposed to reality
Sentinels stand at either end of street
Neighbourhood watch
Dangerous tongues gossip
Prepare for another onslaught
THREE FEBRUARY HAIKU
squirrels hiding nuts
on this bright and shining day
that ingrained wisdom
kitty up a tree
squirrel chatters noisily
blue jay stealing nuts
trees like sentinels
stark against the winter sky
life below goes on
Dare I sail
into the moonlight
to greet wandering shadows
that beckon in whispers
and trace paths
with luminous thready fingers
through sentinels of razor wire
who parade prescient
before glaring chasms
of untested fathoms.
I sat upon a weathered rock
And looked across the fells,
Emerging from the morning cloud
Like ghostly sentinels.
The rising sun revealing all
In perfect clarity,
A wonderland of serried peaks
Appeared in front of me.
on rocky coastlines
stand historic lighthouses
beacons of safety
protectors of ships
their lights shine far out to sea
upon granite shores
keeping watch each night
sentinels stand on duty
making safe the way
Good
nurturing, beneficial
integrity, constructive, savior
familys, helpers, healers, sentinels
seducing, witchcraft, plotting
stripping, seducing
Evil
Starry nights extol classical
staccato hues as hawthorn winds
pronounce timbers as magical.
Starry nights extol classical
violins sway as magical
sentinels praising summers’ end.
Starry nights extol classical
staccato hues as hawthorn winds.
Religious votives
light a somber lair.
A hole I fathered
with rhinestones of doubt
and swatches of fault.
Sentinels loom -
vapid gargoyles
crouch in ghostly
contemplation
ogling my
handiwork.
Poised to pounce
when the
flames die
out.
Sentinels of hope,
Beaming light on water’s edge,
~ a guide to safety
Symbols of comfort,
Nothing more altruistic,
~ Mariner’s lighthouse
Written by Lee Ramage
September 9, 2011
For Contest by Russel Sivey
“In the Light of Haiku”
Honourable Mention
Sunset plum roses
All saffron day they waited
for hued goodbye thrills
when blooming time had stood still
Sunflower sentinels glowed
Pink sunset saga
I think heaven touched the earth
as silver poured down
Dahlias and lilies swayed
in the dusk at night's doorway
Rose-hued sentinels blush beneath the azure sky,
While musings drift in amber's starry eye.
Anger, a serpent in the garden, slithers swift and sly;
Sapiens, cognizant of its venom, yet let the poison fly.
Train thy beast, lest it consume,
Not thy soul, but bonds that loom.
A knife penetrating through
My layers of sentinels
Mixes the poison
With my blood
Terrorized, lobotomized
I tread the path
Scratching the doors
No one to open
Surrounded by rocks
Bound to be crushed
Vultures pick up the pieces
Spat in disgust
Not hard enough
Could I become
They scream a soundless soliloquy,
skeletal sentinels contorted,
once proud standards displaying jubilant banners.
The tidal push rushes in, out, in, out
about ashen bones,
marking where moorings anchored
before life swept away to sea.
Copyright, November 25, 2017
Faye Lanham Gibson
The sunshine climbs up the rooted ladder smelling the midsummer umber sentinels, that stand tunnel watch over later comers
shushing the interrupted lull wild that have succumbed to slumber.
Scented mumbling of dawn's spiral seraph rose pink of light lumbers.
6/7/2018
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Five slim sentinels perched on each hand
glide across keys like water over stones~
svelte reeds bending to my hasty rhythm.
Each joint bends like supple willow branches,
darting across plastic continents
birthing words faster than thought takes shape.
Here I come, the one of a kind dark Lord!
I'm the one, criminals have waited for
The only one, all scourges look up to
Scream for me, your hero liquidator
The evil ones, wish they could be like me
Bad and strong, horrendous and so evil
The Sentinels, run in fear before me
For I am Leoric, the Skeleton King!