Short Warden Poems

wrinkled couple
sit, watch TV
their warden...

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‘ Prized-Garden ’     Haiku # 5

        A Gated – Garden …
Which Held All The Flowers, Bright
       - I Forgave Warden …...

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This island is my garden,
As its gatekeeping warden
I protect all of which is splendid.
I forbid thee entree for what you did....

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One Willie went over the wall
(to avoid the warden and all)
pain quickly arose
within prison clothes
(razor wire snagged on a ball)...

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On a pedestal
High in the galaxies space
Your love is still bound
Warm arms of loving embrace
My life with “YOU” never ends.

Juanita Warden...

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My friend called Jerry Shorten
Saw a great deal and bought in,
The company went broke
Alas poor bloke
Now listens every day to the warden....

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Faith,
Reasons Achille’s Heel
Dialectic’s
Lord And Master
Philosophy’s Warden
Academic Invader
Time Imploder
Existing Divine

(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)...

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I dug and dug and broke out of jail,
the warden searched not finding my trail,
for while he looked toward east
I was not there in the least...
the brochure said: Caribbean sail!...

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There once was a zealous game warden
Whose tiny heart was very harden
His so clever wife surely said 
At his death would be well fed
Charging for _iss on grave with organ

Just for fun!!...

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Oh, a mangy little doggie went galumphing down the street
And as his luck would have it he just happened there to meet
A warden with a wagon and a heavy-duty net
And he nabbed the rabid mongrel and he took him to the vet....

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Who is this--this "he" of
whom you speak? You, speechless
when asked where he's from. And,
where did you find this "friend"
with no friends of his own?
What kind of wizard or
warden has brought him forth?

(Pleiades)...

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the bike old and rusty now,
ridden with haste nightly
to warn people of danger, by
wartime air raid warden
the bike old and rusty now


Vision No 6  The Bike was used by
Seren Roberts on August 3rd 2015
Contest by Nette Onclaud – A prized Refrain...

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Logic is a prison…
  the truth locked deep within

Its laws a jailer standing guard
  whose warden darkness brings

An either or deception
  a psychic trap that lures

Vision sentenced — insight charged
  zero-sum assured

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)...

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forbidden waters 
makes one weak 
a drowning man 
knows no peace 
flooding river 
winding down 
like a warden 
grants no release 

flooding river 
gonna take my home 
leave me naked 
and alone 
mean old river 
so unkind 
shows no mercy 
leaves nothin' behind...

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In the sunken garden of love,
Pure water is conserved.
For-get-me-nots grow from above.
Fragrant roses are served.

Love will make our scent sing,
Birds fly and thrill with zing,
I feel i am a king.

Time up says the warden,
In the sunken garden.


Quietus
...

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Hands to lovingly hold

Holding back

Comforting, yet

Boa constricting

Loudly wrapped, into

Strangled silence

Declarations of love

Concealing muted anger

Mother of my dreams

Warden of my nightmares

Protected by your spirit

Smothered by its dominance

Momma's boy

...Emasculated...

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It sits in my pocket.
It waits to see my words.
It carry's my dreams in its pages.
It keeps my ideas in perspective.
It lets me revisit my thoughts.
It hides my nightmares in solid blue lines.
It is the warden of my confusion.
It is a great joy to keep with me.
It is truly a savior from my self destruction....

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The artist 
must fondle the spark
while avoiding the flame

Never surrendering
to the heat
as light’s wonder calls his name

A flashing 
of transcendence
escaping the warden of imprisoned time

Where the gold is buried deep
and hidden
—in mysteries still to mine

(State College Pennsylvania: October, 1977)...

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Lost In My Mind


I stare out my window onto a landscape
Devoid of life and color
No trees, grass, or flowers
No warm sunshine or cold rain
No people or animals
No love no hate or any other emotion
I am trapped inside my own mind
No key no jailer no warden
There is no chance for parole or release
I can only stare at the blankness of life...

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One cut, one slice.
I roll the dice.
"What is it today? Live or die?"
My life is just one screwed up lie.
I don't matter.
My life is a waste.
And I'll do anything to get out of this 
place.
Life is a prison.
We're our own warden.
Escape or stay? 
Who's to say?
I really don't know anymore...
I don't care anymore...
I need to escape.
The knife is my door....

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gaunt garden growling
girded in hankering
rustic roses moaning
rumbles roasting sydneys
fiery figs fostering
damped daffodils smirking

felon fashion fiddling
with nocturnal nimbling
nature  nasty puking

airy atmosphere hoisting
callous surges lurching
voluptuous vines squashing

it's our garden
whooshing wind's warden.
    19:12:10:10:55...

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Horns blowing; noise 
everywhere,
Screeches of brakes,cars 
trapped,
Drivers and car owners raining 
abuses and slagging each 
other off.
The warden waving his hands;
Stood in the middle of the 
road,
Religiously performing his 
duties. 
Workers, traders, 
teachers,students, everyone's 
hurrying,
Each taking the slip road to 
avoid been late....

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the inmate won’t eat
because s/he is done
with life & uninterested
in continuing to live in a
world that has condemned
them to imprisonment
&
the warden threatens to
force-feed her/him 
because the warden
says he works for the
state that “represents
the people” 
&
it is they who have the
right to decide when
this wo/man dies & not
that individual
themselves....

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This poem has been removed for publishing on Amazon in WW II in Poetry: Veterans Stories in Poetry, including my late father's who was a Spitfire pilot in the Nigeria Squadron. As it says at the end, "For free speech".

https://smile.amazon.co.uk/WW-II-Poetry-Veterans-Stories-ebook/dp/B07DGLF33G/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1528537495&sr=8-1&keywords=Rhoda+Monihan...

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Softly sneaking off for solace 
in the warmth of your embrace,
chasing stardust peace in dreams,
drifting both in time and space

Am I rising but to fear,
or fearing but to rise?
Cloaked inside your arms of down
I'd shirk each day's surprise

I serve this endless sentence,
in the cozy cell that's you
the warden daren't commute it
unless stardust dreams come true...

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