Watcher Poems - Poems about Watcher

Atop the edge where silence leans, A figure stands — the dusk between. No name, no face the canvas shows, Just wind that hums what no one knows. The sky explodes in molten fire, A final gasp of day's desire. It stains the clouds in crimson breath, A masterpiece that flirts with death. Does he await or does he grieve? Or dream of flight...

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(A lone voice whispers) I live in The Great Casum The in-between place No one knows me as I watch you all race Some of the blind call me god Some don't But you know Good for them all For I watch and wait You'll soon know my name when you walk through my gate Copyright John Duffy Casum is the accusative...

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as long as I see the sky and rainbow arcs, I’m very much alive...

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Mirror Mirror hung on the kitchen wall Lit by the daylight’s shifting dance, Alluring watcher over all Mirror hung on the kitchen wall. Enchanted by its enticing call, Reflections caught by...

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A shadow shrouded hawk as inert as stone perched. The fence is a claw some dead hand has hammered into the moonlight. Clouds, if only there were clouds to blur this stark glare. That silent raptor bores burrows into my thoughts. On this frozen night there's not a feather or whisker of cover, nor no other way to hear, hide or see. ...

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As you watch the Sunset goes down I'm watching you....

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Into the woods we ventured, where darkness began to encircle us, Their ancient murmurs mingling with the forest’s ominous chorus. A chilling breeze, as if the very breath of the woods sighed, Veiled in tempestuous clouds, the stars took flight to hide. A heart-stopping howl rends the cool night air, A guttural wail from the shadows, a harbinger of despair. An...

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I saw the elfin man stand ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Laborare Estorare in obscure ANON-ymity Though to do as they must they'll know nothing but pain In this richly owned world, self appointed divinity The righteous still toil in God's Holy Name We're but offal to corporate greed In a long chain of man-made disasters Like a freight train unleashed at full speed They queue to bow down to their masters Their...

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One moment is a do-over for another, we are chained to on-going trains of thought, yet the mind is an ever diminishing cloud let it disappear into clarity. What am I saying? Let clouds pass, be an observer. Soon the watcher will be the one you watch. Keep watching soon you will disappear....

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Eyes in the grass Stalking me as I walk pass Will they kill me or leave me be Either way I'll be set free...

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Watcher ... he wandered the upper moorland mists - the highest fells of Scottish countryside - wrapped in robes of wan, wispy light … aglow like the full of the moon, and aback a white Arabian stallion … he commanded the brume and twilight shivers, and could cleave sunlight with his sword, turning noon to midnight in a swipe - daubing the bluffs with dreamy fog … THAT,...

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