from the fences edge
he peers into kitchen window
watching every move
two minutes later
i feel more eyes watching
squirrels multiply
I am flattered to matter so much that
you intend to keep your eyes on me.
Even when I am home you want to see
how all fares with my activities.
Such a preponderance of concern
is truly something I haven’t earned.
If being violated, observed, is
mandatory, I’d prefer to have a
Big Sister watching my female self
in every room of the house.
Will I be viewed in my car, the one
place I may freely sing off tune?
If so, I expect no criticisms,
hitting the mute will have to do.
I’d have to give up so very much,
like scratching where it itches,
picking my nose in a fierce dig,
wearing hobo or very little clothes,
and eating food that just hit the floor.
How do I know I won’t be taped,
my parts cropped for pervert art?
If the honey, I should get some money.
I have to say I am mighty boring.
Sister or brother should take care,
put a kotex on their forehead to
reduce soreness when snoring
heads slam down hard on their desk.
Who will watch the watcher of me?
Oh, I know, our shared Big Father will
see your sincere gaze aiding me.
she put blinders on so she would not see
bullying, sarcasm or hypocrisy
wanting to keep her optimism high
she left negativity for another guy
Much easier now to stay upbeat
her life is better, a bit more sweet
she never watches the evening news
It might bring her mood down from ten to two
The docile creature is shaken awake
Noticing the success of the carnivores
They are terrible in their growling, ripping, and tearing
Blood drips from their teeth
Why are the bullies winning?
The deer has choices
She can remain true to her disposition
Or turn into a wolf and become a night monster
She waits for instruction from the recesses of dark shadows
Shadows that want everyone to fear the night
God hides in the corner,
Watching,
Without interrupting
I rarely see a ghastly sight said Lee
Nothing grisly or gruesome except on TV
I watch homicides all day and night long
What murderers do to bodies, is usually wrong.
Why don’t you watch uplifting shows? Mama said
They don’t interest me or excite my head.
Liking the macabre seemed weird to her.
Especially since Lee used to be pacifist-pure.
I’m still all about peace, Lee quickly said.
My fascination is with the ones who are dead.
People who got taken by an unknown killer.
I like a twisted story, especially a thriller.
Watches do not work on my daughter or I
The ones we wear unexpectedly die
Our body electricity is different than most
We kill watches the old lady did boast
dog sits on couch
watching my pencil move back and forth
what is he thinking?
He stares at me with heavy black eyes
is it an accusation?
Is it a love look?
I dare not make eye contact a second time
As soon as I do he will be in this recliner
licking my ear
with his quick silver tail flipping me in the eyes
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A Mother Watches Her Daughter Stretch Her Wings
There was no stopping my daughter's quest
Like a baby blue jay leaving the nest
She would take to the neighbors with a zest
With play in her eyes, she would meet her guest
A cat, dog, and garden laying at rest
My little one reached in her Sunday best
As the trio looked on with warm jest
Gently she met her hosts without protest
As she brought water jugs filled to the crest
The water cure left the trio blessed
And for my daughter, she grew from this test
Tears filled my eyes as her flight was all dressed
"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth,"
Israel's war crimes, a brutal truth..
The statistics are glaring and growing more bleak.
One thousand Gaze an children killed every week..
Fathers in anguish, mothers drown in their tears,
their babies now gone before their first year..
Every fifteen minutes a child killed in their blast,
while one in four are starving now, some eating only grass.
For those that survive while in harms way, are losing
their limbs as the bombs splay.
12,000 innocents, undeserving of their fate,
while the rest of the world just watches and waits..
47% of Gaza's population are children.
The wolf watched the couple from the safety of her well placed lair
Balmy night breeze raised up a bit, tossing up the she-woman’s hair.
The couple was pretty to watch by the light of the October moon,
They turned to go much too soon.
The wolf felt anguish as they left, remembering her mate.
Not sure where he had gone, wishing she knew his fate.
He had disappeared in the spring when the grass was fresh.
She would hunt for him until her dying breath.
king frog came to watch her in the ballet
screamed his head off and clapped that day
the others had never seen him out of the water
the king frog was loving his tutu-wearing daughter
I did not know he had this side, many said.
He was so crazed, it was as if he was off in his head.
He is my daddy! The little frog girl replied.
So thrilled with my performance, he a little bit cried.
as she dances and she glances
beyond her shoulder
she peers
looking back
with her beautiful smile-
she poses in the mirror
in the shadows
he watches her twirl
then, he steps forward
crushing her to him
whispering her name-
as they kiss
Author Dana Redricks
June 18, 2023
Verse 1:
The Lord is my Shepherd, He provides all of my needs. In Him, I find my rest, and His love never recedes.
Chorus:
He is never far from me, guiding me through each day. Even in the valley, He watches over me night and day.
Verse 2:
When I am lost and alone, He is my comfort and my guide. His grace and mercy overwhelm, and in Him, I safely abide.
Chorus:
He is never far from me, guiding me through each day. Even in the valley, He watches over me night and day.
Bridge:
Through every storm and trial, His love remains steadfast and true. I will trust in His goodness, and His faithfulness will see me through.
Chorus:
He is never far from me, guiding me through each day. Even in the valley, He watches over me night and day.
Outro:
The Lord is my Shepherd, and in Him, I will forever stay. His love and grace are unending, and He guides me on my way.
Copyright © 2023 Dana Redricks All Rights Reserved
Dragon keeps his eye on herder girl who cares for the sheep
He pretends to slumber, but he is in no way asleep.
The sheep are heading up the mountain, it is ungodly steep
He hears the little ones making mewing sounds; one makes a bleep
Joyful lively yellow daisies were hard at play
Not minding the wind on this spring-like Thursday
Mount Saint Helen in the distance, drab and gray
Watched enviously as the daisies danced so gay
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