Spying Poems - Poems about Spying

The dogs are in their pen We have a new video app where we can watch them We look into Joe’s cell phone at their usual places No dogs Did they escape? I turn the video camera to the gate Long sigh as I realize it is still bungee corded shut Buddy is tall; I see his back walk past the camera Is...

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Momo blended in well with the trees moved fast considering he was walking in brush we followed this big-foot-like-creature down the Missouri River It was 1971, we knew he was an anomaly. Tried to tell people. They thought we had been smoking pot. I have never smoked pot But I have seen Momo, so I know he is real He appeared taller than...

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I sense you lurking and searching, just hanging in the backdrop. Waiting, anticipating a spiritual eavesdrop. My vision is clear, as I only need my first eye. The other two only serve as confirmation of the presence of a spiritual spy. My spidey senses are tingling; the detection alert is on "Red." A schematic reconnaissance is in motion;...

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I am sitting on the mountaintop looking at the terrain the clouds are moving and the wind is blowing it seems dense covering terrain it never stops wind blows the tree waving sources cascading clouds manipulating humidity turn to rain In tuned to my surroundings I Sitting here atop the mountain top Spying the terrain 7/18/24 Written words...

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fanciest binoculars I have ever seen spying on neighbors, so far unseen love seeing that Daddy kick out his screen hiding now, not as keen...

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SPYING FULL MOON everywhere I went, she was there—full moon peeking through the blinds at me…...

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There was a gang of ringtail weasels living down in the holler. My mama knew it and said she would pay me a dollar If I would go down and spy on them to find out their intent. I told her I would do it if she paid me an additional percent. A percent of the gold up in...

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I saw red reflecting off winter snow as I stared out the window on tip-toe. And I'm quite sure that I saw Rudolph's nose, but it could have been a plane, I suppose. I couldn't see his sleigh amidst the shadows, but I knew that Santa Claus always shows. And then, I heard bells jiggling, and I froze; I'm spying on Santa;...

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I caught last night's performance though it wasn't meant for me Thanks to Lily, Rose and Ivy for saving me a seat Held in a private location far away from prying eyes Reservations were not taken because it was not advertised Excuse my attire, I rushed straight out the house I received the news just prior to my...

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Roots surfing over the soil Whether to spy? The noses and tongues of lives To tell roots gone deep How best fruits to bring tastes? How small,small flowers to smell?...

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Wearing green at full moons height Singing the song of fairy spite As faeries dance in a ring And as they sing their dreadful spell My head starts to nod,eyes heavy with sleep of the dead My thoughts filled with the music of hell I hear the shadows whisper beguiling words Meant to drop me and take me under The...

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While they do their snazzy dance I sit quietly, holding my breath, enraptured. Marveling at their poise and their daintiness. The forest is quiet, the slow pop of the embers the only sound. It would be a great night to hear an owl. The queen senses someone is about. I am a secret watcher, uninvited to this campfire dance. I hold my...

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Spying On Other Poets On other poets, I am spying, Politicians seem to be trying; Must surmise, Perceive lies; Like telling stories and lying....

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Trump Is Denying Trying and Spying There are many new things Trump is trying, That at the same time he is always denying; Sit in sun; Nothing done, And wonder who next on he shall be spying. Jim Horn...

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I am sitting at the secretary’s desk, the biggest conference score. I am a voyeur today, thirteen screens, show the playgrounds and the door. Thirteen screens showing parental visitors moving to and fro, Screens that feature students with their moms, a great big picture show. I watch them in the hallways, I watch them down the stairs. I watch them...

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