"surveilling" poems - Hello Poetry

Puppyhead leapt, up from bed, to the door she raced. special high pitched bark reserved for the fox. learned did I, the hard way, not to open the door. not to let puppyhead go racing out, full speed ahead, out into the night. wild and free, and right straight after yet another wild life. so we watch, from behind closed door, peering out into the dark of the night. shadow moving around, surveilling the ground, a white tipped tail barely visible as past it moves. mean feel I, for not opening that door. puppyhead barks, ooks up at my head, then out to that yard. "Why can't I be out there now, alone with that fox?" learned I, the hard way, puppyhead won't back down. neither will the wild nocturnal creatures, who visit our den, during the very dark, the dark, of the middle of the night. so I creep silently up the stairs, every so quietly, so puppyhead won't hear, won't want to follow, won't want to come, out here with me instead. open a door, do I, a door to a deck. alone stand I peering down into the dark, the dark of the night. hearing that fox moving about, creeping along fence line, finding a place, a place of escape. almost free, to continue to roam through this night, this dark, & beautiful night. she leaps in one graceful arc, up and over high gate. pads off she goes, into this night, roaming along this solitary creature, taking such free flight on this magical night.

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May 13, 2022

May 13, 2022 at 11:36 PM UTC

amiee

nocturnal visitor, on a dark night

Puppyhead leapt, up from bed, to the door she raced. special high pitched bark reserved for the fox. learned did I, the hard way, not to open the door. not to let puppyhead go racing out, full speed ahead, out into the night. wild and free, and right straight after yet another wild life. so we watch, from behind closed door, peering out into the dark of the night. shadow moving around, surveilling the ground, a white tipped tail barely visible as past it moves. mean feel I, for not opening that door. puppyhead barks, ooks up at my head, then out to that yard. "Why can't I be out there now, alone with that fox?" learned I, the hard way, puppyhead won't back down. neither will the wild nocturnal creatures, who visit our den, during the very dark, the dark, of the middle of the night. so I creep silently up the stairs, every so quietly, so puppyhead won't hear, won't want to follow, won't want to come, out here with me instead. open a door, do I, a door to a deck. alone stand I peering down into the dark, the dark of the night. hearing that fox moving about, creeping along fence line, finding a place, a place of escape. almost free, to continue to roam through this night, this dark, & beautiful night. she leaps in one graceful arc, up and over high gate. pads off she goes, into this night, roaming along this solitary creature, taking such free flight on this magical night.

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To the top you gotta go far Shortcuts only lead to cut short Couple drops to the bottom I left the local bar Another day another night fire burns like a torch I know the thrill is a sport To many wrong turns on the wrong path and I'm in court Plus the ref ***** ***** rigged now its got me all outta sorts Can't quit a mission James never hit abort Bonds when i swing White when I sing, a young lion like Barry wit a 40 on the porch I don't give a **** about a thing Stressing over every little thing Really just wanna spread my wings **** being cliche **** playing safe each day you can't live free this way So it's my way or you can hit the traffic on the freeway See my vibes a cool breeze wit a lil Hayes Soul man wit a shaft that'll make em say **** the DEA and the CCA Perfect GPA, so shawtys high grade Give her protein to build the muscles in the brain ...9 lives but I leave the ***** slain Mastering this lion in a cage that's untamed Thought I was insane til I learned bout chi **** meditating to get free See we're all the same but all unique I've been in a daze for 9 months and weeks Smacking myself to see if I'm asleep The NSA surveilling all the sheep Stand your ground law but what about peace Eric Snowden was just the slightest breach Gotta do this to heal the soul i dont preach

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May 4, 2014

May 4, 2014 at 6:18 PM UTC

h-king

Whose Wrong and Whose Right

To the top you gotta go far Shortcuts only lead to cut short Couple drops to the bottom I left the local bar Another day another night fire burns like a torch I know the thrill is a sport To many wrong turns on the wrong path and I'm in court Plus the ref ***** ***** rigged now its got me all outta sorts Can't quit a mission James never hit abort Bonds when i swing White when I sing, a young lion like Barry wit a 40 on the porch I don't give a **** about a thing Stressing over every little thing Really just wanna spread my wings **** being cliche **** playing safe each day you can't live free this way So it's my way or you can hit the traffic on the freeway See my vibes a cool breeze wit a lil Hayes Soul man wit a shaft that'll make em say **** the DEA and the CCA Perfect GPA, so shawtys high grade Give her protein to build the muscles in the brain ...9 lives but I leave the ***** slain Mastering this lion in a cage that's untamed Thought I was insane til I learned bout chi **** meditating to get free See we're all the same but all unique I've been in a daze for 9 months and weeks Smacking myself to see if I'm asleep The NSA surveilling all the sheep Stand your ground law but what about peace Eric Snowden was just the slightest breach Gotta do this to heal the soul i dont preach

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Dark forces Stealing time Through inflation’s daily climb Printing money Come what may Though the poorest have to pay Dark forces Surveilling you Watching what you say and do With the motive To control Shaping you - their stated goal Dark forces Creating naught They just live off what you’ve got Higher taxes They decide We work hard - yet incomes slide Dark forces Anger and fear When they see - Bitcoin is here Bringing hope Shining light On dark forces, with truth and right

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Sep 9, 2023

Sep 9, 2023 at 9:21 AM UTC

bitcoinpoems

Dark Forces (Bitcoin Poem 065)

Dark forces Stealing time Through inflation’s daily climb Printing money Come what may Though the poorest have to pay Dark forces Surveilling you Watching what you say and do With the motive To control Shaping you - their stated goal Dark forces Creating naught They just live off what you’ve got Higher taxes They decide We work hard - yet incomes slide Dark forces Anger and fear When they see - Bitcoin is here Bringing hope Shining light On dark forces, with truth and right

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All of us, when young, gaze onto this field Anxiously. At twenty-four-years old We stand here feeling unbearably cold, Unsure of everything, not quite steeled. No man knows whence this vision descends; Still, it shepherds us mysteriously Toward glum perplexion. Now the one tree That's always here presumably bends; And with that, it's gone. Then begins our work: Featherbrained nonsense we wish to shirk; Then our duties: obligatory crap Surveilling like a wiretap. Then it's back, and it's sharp— almost a knife!— And it's familiar...it's...it's life.

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Jul 17, 2014

Jul 17, 2014 at 6:19 PM UTC

christopher-howard-gorrie

All of us, when young, gaze onto this field

All of us, when young, gaze onto this field Anxiously. At twenty-four-years old We stand here feeling unbearably cold, Unsure of everything, not quite steeled. No man knows whence this vision descends; Still, it shepherds us mysteriously Toward glum perplexion. Now the one tree That's always here presumably bends; And with that, it's gone. Then begins our work: Featherbrained nonsense we wish to shirk; Then our duties: obligatory crap Surveilling like a wiretap. Then it's back, and it's sharp— almost a knife!— And it's familiar...it's...it's life.

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In summer in the country the married buzzards wheel and flow on languid wings, surveilling every inch of the earth below for unwary prey. The sun tracks dawn to night over heat scorched land, ripening the grains and drying the hay, whilst in dense city living, the park tree-leaves rustle in summer symphony and sandlot infants scream and play, their mothers watching every move, no suntime siesta now and here. And in dense packed city blocks mi casa es non su casa, open windows leak sound, and the smell of someone’s mother’s cooking is treif at another table. In grander houses the front lawns now water-lack died-back brown, evidence of greener days gone past, wait for the fall's forgiving. And yet and still in the mellow evenings neighbors talk to neighbors friendly asides, jokes, politesses, the leavenings that let us live together till the cool comes and the windows and the doors shut. We too hibernate till spring.

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May 5, 2016

May 5, 2016 at 7:26 AM UTC

daniel-pierre-mcclenaghan

Summer Song

In summer in the country the married buzzards wheel and flow on languid wings, surveilling every inch of the earth below for unwary prey. The sun tracks dawn to night over heat scorched land, ripening the grains and drying the hay, whilst in dense city living, the park tree-leaves rustle in summer symphony and sandlot infants scream and play, their mothers watching every move, no suntime siesta now and here. And in dense packed city blocks mi casa es non su casa, open windows leak sound, and the smell of someone’s mother’s cooking is treif at another table. In grander houses the front lawns now water-lack died-back brown, evidence of greener days gone past, wait for the fall's forgiving. And yet and still in the mellow evenings neighbors talk to neighbors friendly asides, jokes, politesses, the leavenings that let us live together till the cool comes and the windows and the doors shut. We too hibernate till spring.

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As I woke I walked over to the pool The lights rays bursting into my eyes I don’t mind it I grab a chair and take in the silence Surveilling every detail To the birds The clouds The movements of the water Even me siting there all alone As I come back to reality I see that I wrote you a letter “I’ve felt you leave me. Your presence.” “So to my dearest Angle, I will start to move on.” One day I’ll wisper this to a hole in the ground And bury it Planting a sunflower seed with it I’ll watch it nourish and blossom Both in the earth And in me

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Nov 21, 2018

Nov 21, 2018 at 5:15 PM UTC

Loveme

Love, me

As I woke I walked over to the pool The lights rays bursting into my eyes I don’t mind it I grab a chair and take in the silence Surveilling every detail To the birds The clouds The movements of the water Even me siting there all alone As I come back to reality I see that I wrote you a letter “I’ve felt you leave me. Your presence.” “So to my dearest Angle, I will start to move on.” One day I’ll wisper this to a hole in the ground And bury it Planting a sunflower seed with it I’ll watch it nourish and blossom Both in the earth And in me

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Submarine sailing subaqueous submersion floating through darkness resisting radar circumnavigating sonar avoiding armada armageddon torpedoes armed already silent running stealth mode eliminating unnecessary sound surveilling would-be attackers. Submarine suffering sapphire scenery brings beauty obscuring obsidian vanishes viewing blinding black proximity paranoia observing the unknown behind titanium walls contending colossal tentacles extending from my kraken mind. Caterpillar crawl underwater undulation supplies sparse a city is needed shore seems nice party port reconnaissance recognized rejection redeployed pebbles tossed in the ocean sink to the bottom but never die and start submarine sailing.

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Mar 29, 2020

Mar 29, 2020 at 11:00 PM UTC

andrew-rueter

Submarine Sailing

Submarine sailing subaqueous submersion floating through darkness resisting radar circumnavigating sonar avoiding armada armageddon torpedoes armed already silent running stealth mode eliminating unnecessary sound surveilling would-be attackers. Submarine suffering sapphire scenery brings beauty obscuring obsidian vanishes viewing blinding black proximity paranoia observing the unknown behind titanium walls contending colossal tentacles extending from my kraken mind. Caterpillar crawl underwater undulation supplies sparse a city is needed shore seems nice party port reconnaissance recognized rejection redeployed pebbles tossed in the ocean sink to the bottom but never die and start submarine sailing.

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