Short Sentry Poems
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Sentry sits alone,
Amid fallen heroes graves.
He was their symbol.
Quietly he sits.
It is fitting he keep watch,
For they gave their all.
I have seen your wall
So delicate in place
Cool and rich as earth
Beneath my hand I trace
Adorn with shells and feathers
Rings intricate as lace
Come home, lost lamb, return home tonight
Lay your soft fleece ‘pon the moonlight
Beyond the fence, wolves and foxes abound
Inside your gate, a sentry-hound
nightfall on ocean
sea of black and indigo
... protective beam shines
sentry on cliff's edge
with light of warmth and comfort
... lighthouse guides us home
LAST WHISPERS
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In the fading light of a Texas sunset,
the Texas windmill stands,
a sentry of rust and memory,
its blades stretching wide,
catching the last whispers of the day.
Oh blackest night,
how elegantly you
do decorate your canopy.
Twinkling stars
sparkle gloriously
in the Heavens.
Brightest yellow moon
shining it's beautiful face,
keeping watch as sentry
to Earth's mysterious gates.
On Taking Secretaries To Lunch
If you live in the valley
know the lava above
has the tact of Comanche
demeanor of dove
Hoe furrow
don’t sprinkle
your seed
then enwire
Post sentry
tall criers
Go home
to your love
Donal Mahoney
Haiku-
a skillful sentry...
keen eyes-all senses sharpened
blends in surroundings
~*~
Senryu-
i can brave this chill
not the below zero at home---
The snow queen’s domain
~*~
For John Freeman's "Natural and Beyond" Contest
Sentry sits alone,
Amid fallen heroes graves.
He was their symbol.
Quietly he sits.
It is fitting he keep watch.
For they gave their all.
Judy Ball
For Bald Eagle In Cemetery Contest by Carolyn Devonshire
And with the forged visage of thunder's sword
Her sentry slays monsters of gray
Freeing astral blooms to spark and blaze
Across the brief November sky.
9/01/21
Liberum Divisa 7
Sponsor: Gregory Richard Barden
Taken from 'Brief November'
no arms
to break my fall
I wait
hollow-eyed
for sleep
silent sentry
in the jungle night
I lie cemented
in self
counting black holes
in space
where once
there were stars
to wish on
~ Harley White
Things the eye should be kept from.
Dear sentry, with your own!
Of its brightness wrapped above
For that being of Love.
Shameless, for naked horrors
All feel meant for trapped in.
For worlds, vilest, sectioned off as
Hate's stalked through morass.
An old Mallard dines alone
A memory on the edge of the flock
A weaker yet still viable member
An inattentive sentry
Sifting grey mud
Chasing soggy bread crumbs
The sun warms his weary wings
As the river draws him away
A Great Blue Heron nods G’Day
SNAKE VERSUS CROW
the tail rattled. with its black heart
and glaring attention, the crow
pecks. road burn on the underbelly
as the snake slithers down
to the creek. crow can occupy
as sentry to my property, presently.
5/18/2018
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*Image of Battle of the Little Bighorn by History.com
To See Or Not To See
General Custer had a sentry,
A man of trust whose name was Henry,
He lost his spyglasses,
Used his blurred eyeglasses,
Yelled, "Those Indians sorta friendly."
2022 June 01
stars shimmer in sky
moon on routine sentry watch
crispy spell of snow below
embers from fireplace
peek out through the windowsill
night sleeps blanketed in snow
Jan.11.2023
Winter Sedoka Poetry Contest
Syllabe Count- 5,7,7 5,7, 7 HMS
Sponsor- Charles Messina
I dreamed I saw the grave of Ernest Dowson
Bleakly set
In some forgotten churchyard corner,
Lone and wet.
The spectral London fog descended cold on
Sentry grass
Where seldom any visitors or pilgrims
Deign to pass.
And in my reverie I bravely scattered
Roses there,
And felt a frail and wispy “Thank you”
Warm the air.
A wee fellow, sporting an outsize bold-orange chest
The male of the species, ever doing his best
To protect his shyer, pale-chested mate
Back and forth struts Mr. Robin 'cross yard and fence
Twitching and turning, movements taut and tense
A most dutiful look-out, if not so in actual name
~ Noble sentry, setting Madame Robin's heart aflame
and when
bird, black skin
waves hi and grins
and then does it again?
penguin
----------
eye blinks
my instinct
detects distinct
baby sphincter high jinks
end stinks
----------
fruit tree
sin's entry
serpent sentry
promised wisdom plenty ~
empty
----------
sheepish
not finish
and diminish
wooly be bahd punished
by ewe?
Beings in Imagination
By Mark Miller
Brazen colors dance suspended,
Over time's delay of existence.
Frozen stills by photographs gravitate
By a grounded descent in cognitive dissonance.
Emotions explored yet unexamined.
Sentry ghost crawls through holes silent facticity
Thrown down the relative subjective
As our pendulum stands over the meek blue of blind devotion.
Crow’s Feet
What dark epaulette drapes
the scare crows shoulder?
Gazing bleakly upon
withered corn stalks
rustling in the wind’s
disdainful howl.
What mistaken duty
denies dismissal’s call
condemns the sullen sentry
to cower at death’s touch
mourning silenced wings
What twist of fate
draws him to the ground
in featherless
shivering
death?
John G. Lawless
©11/15/2017
Unseen; unknowable
What's held in reserve
Til with helpful urgency
Hoisted to preserve
By this self's myth: angel;
Sentry; squiring knight.
Which role-forging is of
A gold-breasted might.
Unimagined moreover
To deem compatible
Ourselves for! Low and cheap!
Pluckless; unpolishable!
Til before each distress
Each in turn has swelled!
By which sword-play, tear-wiped
Sympathy's, dazzled.
simply awake
No music lulls
No quiet snoozes
No counting naps
No stretching tires
My clock taunts me
No comfort lullabies
No breathing relaxes
Pajamas strangle me
No coolness soothes
No meditation stupors
No visualization sleeps
No position tranquilizes
No supplements sedate
No aromatherapy calms
or finger painting slumbers
I am insomnia’s vigilant sentry.
Where, oh where's the sandman?
Just as Jesus watches over you from Heaven, we will watch from here.
You kept us safe and gave your life, a debt we cannot repay.
Go bravely into the afterlife, this you need not fear.
Know that we are so proud of you and for your soul we pray.
God has placed a sentry at your grave, his flight will show the way.
for Carolyn's "Bald Eagle in the Cemetary" contest
Francine Roberts 08/08/2011
Sometimes, the pernicious
is just desserts like alveoli
losing pink to a ciggy devil
Love - an enterprise astral
yields to blemish: mockery
Garish sentry sneers, reflecting
on a visage muting its boo-hoo
on a traverse still willed in woo
Silly teeter-totters with serious
editing tears that dampen a life…
(10/31/2020: Gibson HB, DMS)