Short Watchman Poems
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hurling
morality
his pulpit suit rich red
impressed myopic saints
his breath suffered
from wine
Cooling moon shivers
Between sharpening mountains;
My lone watch begins --
All thoughts carried far away...
Just twigs upon the river.
a village watchman
loses wife in neighbor's house
a good night watchman
mockingbird sits
singing spring morn's song
unmoved as smallest limb sways
watchman crow caws warning
silence~mockingbird flies
On the front line stands a man
set
to give last breath
He walks in death’s dark shadow
brave
the sentinel
a keen watchman
fulfills solemn oath
who watches out for him?
~*~
The trunk turning and grey,
Knows the secrets of his life.
The tree smiles in silence.
Gatekeeper
The gatekeeper whose
golden house’s roof reflects
off the sun at noon
A torch or a lighthouse for
The fearless midnight watchman
Marckincia Jean
Tanka
10/16/19
In the zoo - a staff with all might,
Searched among predators midst,
Looking for the watchman, who at night,
Was disappeared during the shift.
The other side of there same puzzle,
Why does the lion have a smiling muzzle?
no one may enter and
no one may leave but here
no one is a stranger
the leftover bread of feasts
tossed out onto the street
claimed by birds and beggars
a generous host should know
that any wall is only as tall
as its watchman
Form:
Transylvania
That’s where Count Dracula is.
He comes out at night.
He will cause some fright
when he makes his rounds at night.
Not like a watchman.
At the town blood bank,
he never makes deposits.
Withdrawals are made.
lullabies in sleep
still sleeplessly snow-skating ~
babies are clever
husband on new love
wife income-generating ~
both caught red-handed
happy luck watchman
peg a day keeps dreams away ~
early sleep late-wake
23 October 2021
Limerick : Once a cute Little Lark laughed for a lark
Once a cute Little Lark laughed for a lark
And woke up the Bush Watchman in the dark
Man barked : « What’s so funny ? »
Lark chirped : « Look at Bunny ! »
Bush felt snails oozing up Bunny’s bark.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
The flame in contest combats the chill of the night
I see an old man in remembrance of his youth
his words gaped in jest if only to shroud life’s plight
scars of countless carnal lies a hub of untruth.
In the brazier raindrops snarl, routine so trite.
© Harry J Horsman 1991
Build your fort and be its watchman
Wound me with silence or cut me with words
Humiliate me, remove happiness
Put me in lonely company
Make me autarkic
I will battle with whispers
I will hide in plain sight
I will sulk in the now
I will kill with looks
I can cry in secret
upon quiet morn
when the stillness still lingers....
watchman crow caws
first only faint whimpering sounds
then full fledge warning billows
Robert Collum's style of writing a Haiku transferred over to Tanka poetry form.
3 words/5 words/3 words/5/5 words.
Sunup Surprises
Sunrise celebrates dawn's exquisite amethyst flush
Mauve melding into magenta's fuschia blush;
Sunup razzle dazzle watchman - copper rooster - rises
Signals first light hues in shades of coral-pink surprises
8-5-21
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It's a couple of hours into the early morning.
A television station gives its viewers a warning:
The channel is signing off the air
to the tune of a rocket's red glare,
and bombs bursting in air.
It's time to turn off the TV, and grab my flashlight.
I must walk the area to see all is right.
The sun, sliding over the hill
Tickles the clouds with his long arms
As he stretches before going to bed.
As he yawns, color flashes through his mouth
And his tongue paints the sky with golds and reds.
The animals come to say goodnight
As he slips behind the mountains.
The moon comes out to take his place as watchman.
He tucks in the sun with a starry blanket
And watches over Earth for the night.
A distant dot
Is the first shot
Ricocheting across the bow
The supply ship
Took
With only boy's for a crew
That sunk into the blue
When the torpedoes struck
And unlike the Titanic
Not a single ship was to come back
Cast into the deep blue sea
The Cocky Watchman sank
Last man standing
On the precipice of a watery abyss
Fallen sailors dwell
Of little consolation
He took 1 final look at presidons constellation
He works alone
in cavernous stockrooms,
or as a night watchman
guarding unwanted things.
He is never behind the counter.
He is the man
who has the social skills
to fill racks.
Occasionally he is found
as a clerical error,
still at work in a defunct depot
long since depleted
of function.
A yellowing Rolodex
may yet yield a contact number
like a mythical footprint.
Someone may need to call him,
but what shall we call him?
how hard is it for the eyes to see,
past mans logic, past his own reasoning,
for a purpose that goes beyond himself,
that changes the way he sees himself,
rest assured, God sees through,
behind all we say, and what we do,
even when we don't have a clue,
the heart of his love continually moves,
watchmen stand guard night and day,
in intervals to watch and pray,
he guards our hearts, waking up to his call,
his love speaks through these walls,
He works alone
in cavernous stockrooms,
or as a night watchman
guarding unwanted things.
He is never behind the counter.
He is the man
who has the social skills
to fill racks.
Occasionally he is found
as a clerical error,
still at work in a defunct depot
long since depleted
of function.
A yellowing Rolodex
may yet yield a contact number
like a mythical footprint.
Someone may need to call him,
but what shall we call him?
Don't worry about the daddy longlegs.
They look scary, but they're pretty harmless.
They mind their own business-stay in one place.
But the ones you do have to look out for are the little ones
the jumpers and the runners-they never stay in one place
some carry bad intentions -poison in their fangs
they'll not hesitate to hop in bed with you
run all over the face of your dream
make you silently scream
turn you into a
night watchman
5-19-2011 The lighthouse shines
The lighthouse always there,reaches out from the distance,watches over the busy sea,
Drawing visiting eyes that return breathless,Coming a lit over the setting sun,
never tired- always bright,a beckon to the wearied and the afraid,
Calls out to the lost,carries the weak of beyond,to be safely ashore,
Morning brings the sleepy watchman,I knock at the door of deep grains,The silence answers the calling.
Form:
The morn rescued him from the night
He stood in front of his open fridge
And the pale light from the bulb within
Bathed his skin with a morbid tinge
Of a graveyand caretaker's pallor
Wasted as a crumpled paper plate
The cold breath of the fridge cooled him
Smiling, he started looking for a beer
That he knew too well wasn't there
He reached in for a frozen ham he hoped
He had forgotten deep in the freezer
Wrapped still in a crumpled paper plate!
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