Watt Poems

Murray the TWOT'

'BOUT SAYS IT ALL..AND HE NEVER EVEN
WORKED TO EARN THE TITLE..Watt another 
TWOT..' And don't say you were not warned.'

Categories: watt, appreciation, bullying, cancer, freedom,
Form: Free verse

Watt

Disturbed enough 
To dream of 
Peace of mind

The rat race glitches
-You to grasp
And me to find-

Inhale, Gasp

You’re swallowing the rasp
Of this universal glide
Survive

It’s something in your clutch
Hued and less imbued
With or without
Rust 

Growing in your clasp,
Threatening the mold
Dis s  o   l    v    e
When you think you

Categories: watt, psychological, sound,
Form: Rhyme

John Watt

Jokes he delivers us on Fun Monoku Mondays.
”October Skies,” he wrote just when starting college -
His gift to loving grandparents which garnered him much praise.
Noble is John’s soul, and his mind is filled with knowledge.

With Knock-Knock jokes – don’t reply “John Who?”
Ask instead “John What?”
To which the answer sounds the same as his name: “John

Categories: watt, friend, poets,
Form: Acrostic

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

John Watt Poem Comment

If John (or Jane), a spouse (or bike) can bring butt pain
and some fools in pursuit of mere bliss think both tools.
Most fighters win rounds (one or two). But do they fight to win (for you)?
Some might say I’m a blighter. Still, new bikes are lighter!

There are good wines that age, but the best wine

Categories: watt, appreciation,
Form: Rhyme

Inspired Dedicated Verse With Words From Poet John Watt-We'Re Children From the Same Loving God

We are,
We are, we are God's children;
We are, His 
I have many,
I have many different sisters and brothers;
All of the multiple colours;
We're a family;
With the same Holy Abba, Father;
Halleluiah
Alleluia
We're a family
the Whites, the Browns, the Tans;
Every woman and man;
All colours are brothers;
Whether you believe or not;
God's NO, colour GOD-Hallehula
The Beige, the Blacks,
We are ALL reverence;
God

Categories: watt, analogy, anxiety, appreciation, beautiful,
Form: Lyric

Watt Her

with doser in hand
walking the land
scape waiting
for a sign
that my

rod may tug
like a fishing
line letting
the bobber
sign

what i've tried
to find i've 
found 
under
this

mound that
is damp to
touch and
smells of
musk

surely the
search of
what i
came
to

find is now
within my
grasp or
at least
a lick

fluid flowing
as my tongue
digs deeper
into what
this is

i simply
end with
a french
kiss

Categories: watt, muse,
Form: I do not know?

Watt Are You

watt are you
we know
what
are
us
i
am
me's now
go take
a nap
not
or
i
am
kilo
watt
are you
?

Categories: watt, art,
Form: Ode

Heart of Mega Watt

Love is the mater of heart			
                                          hidden in the power of it

Categories: watt, introspection, love,
Form: Light Verse

William Watt

We gathered as a family this evening remembered you
Interesting how your name came up, 
Long after you were gone, those who came
Listening to old conversations of love
Inspired in themselves a longing to meet you
Asking questions delicately about your demise
Memory mentioned the poignant details

Willingly, what was wrapped away unwrapped me
All these years of anxious alternatives provoked
Timelessly

Categories: watt, death, family, longing,
Form: Acrostic

Percy Watt Bullet Dodger

Percy would stand up and sidestep and tap dance while the bullets bounced around him....
Percy laughed at death
and the Grim Reapers sickle missed him..
http://www.scullywag.com/kokoda1942stoush/
                         PERCY WATT.

Categories: watt, warold, old,
Form: Ballad

For William Watt (Brother Sonny)

William, I in your scholars footsteps went
Across the seas of the white continent
To seek the demon that your bright soul bent
Away from self, harbor of home, government
Of mind. I saw the citadels, abroad
Their light, and the mesmerized world flowing
Like pilgrims starved, yet all searches outward
They clustered history, gently bowing.

What would a boy who danced the

Categories: watt, brother, history, life
Form: Quatrain

Remission (In Memory of William Watt).

Birth begins the tragedy in us. Life's
First sound is a blank scream
Against sorrow's hidden portends of strifes
All we know are mirages and dream.

Mother took the news staring at the sky
She must have cried inside
For I have no evidence else. There's no why
For it ... how my rage defied
Her callous front ... he was her first

Categories: watt, brother, death, nostalgiaworld, time,
Form: Elegy