Vigilance Poems - Poems about Vigilance

Take heed of the roar of the law There is always a crouching patrol Safety is on your turf and in your lane Guard your territory with your claws and fangs Hunt during the day and by the night Watch your prey and keep your puppies in sight Find the beast in you when predators lurk Don’t beg for liberty, you have...

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Parents, siblings, all gone in a Raid Such is the way of insect populations Every bug has its day when sprayed One escapes, clings on to life up high A little fiend makes my house its home Looms stark against the pure white ceiling A contrast in black dressed in ancient armor There is no contract, no rental agreement Insects...

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Does it pain your heart to know that people do bad things? Or worry your sweet innocence that death waits in the wings? Worry not that harm may come at some unsuspecting time, or that you may be caught off guard by some unnerving crime. Just keep your wits about you, watch your flanks and self-protect, remain steadfast in vigilance...

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Awesome! Where do I have to go? Impossible to count the number of steps to get me home, She needed me for sexual excitement, Yet,my thought and ego was beneath enlightenment, Nothing did she afford to do then, At the moment she saw me on the field, Inside me was a tempered shield, Which made her bullet against me, Get back...

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The sellout of an identity was complete. You were standing on your blood. Scarce was the remorse in your eyes, after killing your verse. Bipedal activity has been ruined. And you were crawling on all fours. You are glorifying the sex, forgetting the brides of jungle. Can you walk upright, stay clean and stop eating the dialogues ? Satish Verma...

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He had to be on his guard at all times The swift forces of evil sifted through to receive his gait Still in awe combersome state of resistance What everyone simply needs in life is a chance Eternal vigilance, Then soon vanquished to its cryptic elemental heights Some having even fought back the intense pain lest I refrain; Another twist in prominant...

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A plain but inviting bench Old with chipped black paint Yet brisk with an energy I long to caress. Dancing flowers tall and bare surrounding the old sit-place Flowing in the ever blowing wind Weeds entangled in the exquisiteness I strive to accumulate. Lush green leaves shift and then become still As the slight breath of the angels ceases to...

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