Short Stationed Poems

Regally stationed on a branch
The wide eyed owl stared acute
His capable vision saw it all
But still he did not give a hoot!...

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stationed at the height
Celestial wayfarers of the night
Dancing damsels with the light
Fading phantoms at Phoebes’ sight


Placed First
Strand's (1064) Poetry Contest...

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A young fellow soldier from Kentucky
He considered himself rather lucky
Stationed at Ft. Knox,
Opened a vault box
But, alas, it was empty … how sucky!

written October 11, 2021...

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In the church hall, as they sung to pray
To usher in Pastor Nyari, for spiritual food
The tile that crack, ushered in water
The swamp stationed hall, sucked litres of water
Only three boys, were seen floating...

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As the rain poured down 
On the solemn town
You could hear the cries of the wind
As the knell unpinned
For a vehicle in all black 
And a family of no luck
Were stationed near a grave
And as the knell rang one last time...

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Embalming 
your memory
the funeral
dragged on
Returning 
the remnants
that pain
had prolonged

The pallbearers
stationed
each side
of the grave
A grieving
reminder
that time
— had enslaved 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2025) 
...

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 Sentries stationed at the height

Celestial wayfarers of the night

Dancing damsels with the light

Fading phantoms at Phoebes’ sight

 
Placed First
A Strand's (1064) Poetry Contest
Sponsor. Brian Strand...

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"Hope is the thing with feathers—
That perches in my soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all— "

Prayer is the thing with crosses
That, stationed in the heart,
Brings the Gospel, in few words
A contemplative start...

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Stationed in west-London
Run to the further spot.
I stationed in west-London.
Together from the east.
Running from the West
Serious cup of tea.
Earl Grey and a Biscuit.
Evironmental trouble
Someone on the double.
West-end
To the East-end....

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So good at going through the motions 
Lose my wits when im with you
You flush my cheeks
and grab my hand
Foggy eyes I fall for you
Twisted ankles you got me stationed 
Here I'll stand 
Just hold my hand
Jello heart
Salt and tangles
You got me here, my love in chambers
Locked up at ease just as you please...

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(each stanza is a Senryu poem)

We, the resistance,
are here, stationed on our couches
armed with our remotes.

Camouflaged in our
faded PowerPuff pajamas
and fuzzy slippers

We are determined.
Yes, we have evaded contact
and forsaken love.

We few, lay down such 
as freedom for honest care
for our fellow man....

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Sudden stops
    and small obstructions
Hinder progress for a bit,
But the vast store of alternatives
Make their presence known.
Unseen entities
    also have been stationed within
Inspirational distances,
All their myriad forms
    in their garments fine,
Find openings to seep through
     into my contemporary
Sphere of knowledge....

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The circle of lily white feet,
dorm girls,
like birds that flew the coop,
planning that dreaded strategic move,
the Turkey drop,
as new boyfriends came out of the woodwork,
even the local military men
stationed near the college town,
whispered a brighter promise than the home town dullness
that was fading
like a ghost of Christmas past....

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Star strung
like Bette Davis Sundays
marathon watching 
and sitting in tears
Wrestling emotions
which calm and confuse us
Confound us and move us
beyond golden years
Broken
like black and white vision
fuzzy and stationed
with grey rabbit ears
Lost in commotion
which break and betray us
which bullet gun lays us
compounding our fears....

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I am being
Sensations of the softest cloth
Tickling senses sensually I
Carelessly surrender to a 
Presence of one hundred  thousand
Hungry souls taken over me
No longer wearing my essence
Stationed along the edge of time
Praying for infinite blessings
Here I will cease to be edging unto
The ETERNAL  this eternal 
This hunger and hope this BEING
IMMORTALITY....

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In the army I was stationed for basic training close to Worchester Mass.  The girls there never pronounced Worchester even remotely close to the way it is spelled.  The name would sound more closely like Woostah.  So, this poem is dedicated to them and their uniqueness.

Here's tah 
the girls of Woostah.
The one's we ustah
get close tah
and pretend tah
dance tah 
the Sambah....

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I stood still;
stationed
amidst a crossroad;
dispirited
with a dormant mind.

One decision away;
two alternatives,
yet one to be espoused.

Do I listen to my intuition
and swim across the lake of dreams
or do I listen to perceptions
and hop onto the imminent train of life?

Caught in the chaos,
A battle
betwixt the heart
and the brain;
alike an incessant war
of fire and ice....

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I needed a pick-me-up present
But couldn’t rely on an elf,
So I found what I wanted on Etsy
And ordered a gift for myself.

The crafter is stationed in Ireland
So when it was several days late,
I figured that holiday madness
Meant that I should be patient and wait.

Today, though, with patience rewarded,
A package arrived; there were cheers
From my husband, who noticed the dangling
As Guinness pints sway from my ears....

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...i bless 103.9 fm...
(hrrrmph....cofcof...mmmmm)

the-station-stays-on
...stationed-days-on
which-music-shone-on

...so-fun-is-on-us-on-us-on-us
andt-the
...sun-is-on-ya-on-ya-on-ya

john-lennons-lent-on-daze
...all-day-all-day-all-day
memory-of-dis-ember eighth

...his-embers-will-rate
twelve-hours-straight
...in-a-world-music-trait

to-imagine-love-not-hate
...peace-is-running-late
so-put-john-len-on-your-slate


stan sand...

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.
There’s
………..……....A
………….Metaphor……I
……..Of inverted lotus.. …N
…stationed in the heart.. ….V
.Not a lotus in bloom this.. ….E
.Nor a thousand petalled ……..R
One in Crown. Sahasrara.………T
A drooping bud is Listless .. ....E
Surrendered stem unable…….D
.To support.  Self Weight
..Bud droops  Heartfelt ………L
….Unspoken .   Love… ..………O
……Beauteous.  <3….. . ………T
…….You realize .. . ………..…U
B…….The Lotus.. ………...S
…U……...Bud in
………D….…..<3...

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Neither one waiting at the bend
   Nor stationed upon the hill
Was present to make offense
   Or entertain some evil will.

A breeze came, another went -
   Rattling the bursages
As a creeping serpent
   Going into hiding does.

If I died right here -
   How many lonesome clouds -
How many foraging birds
   Would pass by before I was found?

Would the beloved sun
   Care to kiss me good-bye?
Would the angels of the canyon
   Guide me on my flight?...

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stationed at kissing desks 
I feel the implode of anxiety
within this sweathouse of labor and woe

telephones chime
with the sweet rhythm of security
being enslaved can be a joy all its own

ungrateful maybe
but a yet to be defined pay scale
can mean so much in a bunker 
filled with high school grads

through the fog and thunder 
of these cackling underachievers
who slam file drawers in disgust
a voice sweet and low says onto me
hey you wanna' f---...

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CREATURES GREAT AND SMALL

Of all creatures great and small
Insects are most assiduous folk of all 
They perform assigned duties each day
And let nothing dissuade them on their way
The till the soil and collect the forage
Their labor brings them food, some for storage 
Their diligent spirits have no equaled pace
Mostly repulsed  by a higher stationed  race
Human beings became  Self appointed  superiors 
But without these small beasts humans would be their inferiors...

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Sprawled about the blanket spread
Minding the business of her own
Her mind led, far astray
By her thoughts, she is overthrown.
She dreams of a heaven
Beyond her meagre skill
Far-fetched from cold reality
Though reached from power of will.
For her it appears a lifetime
But to us a patient while
Stationed soundly at my feet
Though her head a ’wandered mile.
And itched along her rested neck
My hand so ever tender
Her head arose, so much confused 
And query from my brain did render....

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Shh…..! 
Don’t scare them away!
Let us watch this macabre dance
and enjoy the art in rivalry!

A battle between
two champions.
both in the arena,
armed with nothing 
but
teeth and fangs,
stationed immobile 
face to face,
eyes emitting sparks of ire.

A cobra
with spectacled hood wide 
hissing and shrieking, 
spitting fire and fume
and a mongoose 
with bushy tail up.

Who would win
this murderous combat? 

Yet to see!
Golly… gosh!

...

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