Short Watcher Poems
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i lay day by day
watch them play
some lay in the sand
hand to hand
the skin you can bear
i admit this
am a
WATCHR OF BEACH WEAR
Languid eyes surf the horizon
Bites hot the suntanned light
Drowning the parched azure ocean
Beyond the withered shore
My fate to be a watcher…
“Regarder Les Autres”
and write from alleys dark but real,
salons for words ill-bred
(Le Grande Hotel Paris: May, 1978)
Desire and hopes patiently awaken,
the silent watcher,
seeing his new found peace,
calmly he crashes into heaven.
in the darkest recesses of the cave
a buffalo faded into the wall
wanting nothing else to do with the world such as it was
waiting as a knowing watcher
I often watched the clock on my job
Which caused my heart to throb
It made me slack on my work
I was called a dumb jerk
I was said to be just a fat slob
i love to stare
my minds in the air
to see them walk bare
i can't help myself
like everyone els
on the beach
am out of reach
so i i teach
other batcher
to be a
BEACH WATCHER
Clock
watcher
watches time
hours hours
Needs to be done on time in order to be done
The sky so dark yet the moon so bright
Observing my footsteps on this splendid night
Like a stalker, walker and mocker of my shadows flight
I look at her beauty without a single flaw on sight
Form:
I’m looking through the window at the rain coming down.
There is thunder and lightning bouncing around.
I’m a rain watcher, safe and dry in my little place,
With all my candles ready, just in case.
but He hasn't gone very far away,
our loved ones linger still,
the wistful watcher this i say,
has love in his heart , until,
the coming end of days,
yet, togetherness is willed...
Don
Russian dance groups blow me out of the water
Their synchronized patterns are amazing for every watcher
None out of line
Bang on every time
What dya think, maybe I too could be a dancer
Feet propped up, reclining on the sofa inside the den,
watching a hot movie showing a wild and sexy scene,
in his excitement he swallowed his can of Diet Coke
and with his mouth full of pretzel he almost choked.
You asked why I was not smiling
I looked at you blankly
Then smiled
That's all I had
A blank page look
Because not always am I happy
Sometimes I am an observer
Watching and questioning
All that we are
All that we do
I am quiet
I am patient
I sit aside
But gone unseen
To your eyes
I am loyal
I am honest
And stand behind
Always catching the tears
That you have cried
They call them the watcher
They observe day and night
They call them the watcher
They say peace wins the fights
They call them the watcher
For they’ve seen our lives
But no eyes on the watcher
For they be blinded by light
Whilst in deep sleep
Found a strangest place amidst
Strolled somewhere anew
Creatures lead wrong ways
But still best life chose its path
Mystic doors were closed
Glimpsed one and the rest
Until one by one opened
Watcher accosted.
crows collecting twigs
peppering the neighbourhood -
salt stained bird watcher
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There as she sat waiting for her lover to come, a night watcher silently stood gazing from behind. Time is passing, and candle's light dancing to the silence of the night: Here he is I hear his footsteps coming, or is this the sound of my heart beating fast.
As the world fills up with chaos, people beggin to lose focus
Like external, slick, black fingers, here to manipulate us
Though what we have now been living in, drowning in, surviving with
Is now what we and mother watcher need to further earths existance
Form:
The watcher sees
Yet let things be
A mystic trace
Deep touch meets space
A certain show
Yet the soul knows
A fleeting feel
Deep sense now heals
Observe the truth
Poise that prompts proof
Leon Enriquez
04 April 2018
Singapore
I 'm a sky watcher
I see puffy clouds
Some clouds are in half
To join the other clouds
Making a whole heart shapes
So pretty to see
Then I see the geese
Flying in their flight
A formation of a V
They are honking
As they are flying
They are going south
Chari’s wisps of blonde hair are blown around in the wind
her sky blue eyes have an intelligence that speaks to the watcher
though young in this life time she is an old soul, wise, kind, and empathetic
she misses nothing, but keeps people’s confidences, without instruction
My wings are folded,
As I sit & watch the dawn
My heart grows colder
As I grow older
& I don’t know where to run
Words through these ages,
Pages I’ve turned
So much I’ve wondered
This much I’ve learned;
The words we speak are failing,
Every heart is tired, every mind ailing
On edge of time known
Standing strong against the storm
Sentinel of stone
Watcher of the sea
Foreboder of the danger
Shallow reef unseen
You can never sleep
When blows a raging tempest
The vigil you keep
Beacon in the night
Savior of many a soul
Brought home by your light