Short Patrolling Poems

urge to control
lust patrolling
enrol love beats

26-November-2022...

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damage control
bliss beats rolling
patrolling thoughts

01-June-2022...

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Two tiny bulbs 
In the dark
Round, yellowish, shining and protruding
Look like two tanglongs in the dark
But not to play 
They are patrolling hunting eyes 
Waiting to catch a rat 
But not a thief...

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When there's a war
we walk in flocks
and behave the same way.

We keep one side
by patrolling the way
to see where the enemy is.

Our primary job
it's to lift heavy guns
to keep law and peace.

we keep left and right
as our rule
early in the morning....

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Constantly drooling and begging for more
Existing to sleep and poop on my floor
Patrolling the yard protecting the king
A nap in the shade while birds start to sing
But short is the song like a broken receiver
Ready to pounce the Golden Retriever
Unconditional love best friends from the start
My dogs my children I give you my heart....

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If seeing is believing
than I believe what I see is
is hell...
Perverse I dwell on negative thoughts
and my eye balls swell..
I need some purell 
to sanitize my soul!!!
now a deep,
dark hole..
Can someone please console 
this patrolling monster on parole,
a troll,
that grows
with each day that I close!!!

My job has become my foe!!


Jared Pickett	
7/5/2011
Asavvy1...

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A sentinel to guard the compound
By duty and courage bound
Monitoring activity all around
Steady, on the beat my feet doth pound
Patrolling office building and ground
Alert for any unrecognizable sound
Ready and willing all intruders to confound
Cunning as a fox, swift as a greyhound
With tenacity all code breakers do hound
Displaying efficiency that will friend and foe astound....

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To poetry soup
I shall stick
Until I start walking with a stoop,
To and fro patrolling with walking stick.

On my fingers the soup
Forever my fingers I lick:
My fidelity to the group
Until my still bragging shoulders droop.

What I see in poetry soup
Are buxom hens in a coop
You can’t but many yearn to pick
And not a single one aside kick.

On her Good Poetry you snoop,
Soon, round your neck a loop...

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Shark
                                                  Solitary, deadly
                                          Charging, biting, gnashing
                               Patrolling the deep, breaching the surface
                                          Gliding, greeting, whistling
                                                   Social, playful
                                                        Dolphin...

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The ocean welcomes
Jubilant waves rush to greet
Like a dear, old friend

It is a gray day
Yet this small, secluded cove
Is colored with life

From towering cliffs
To effervescent tide pools
True beauty abounds

Stoic pelicans
Soar in orderly fashion
Patrolling the coast

The beach is littered
Pink seaweed, mussel shells, kelp
Nature’s partied hard

My toes in the sand
I rest on a driftwood log
Breathing poetry....

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Resistance is futile
We will add your biological diversity to ours
The cubes are patrolling
Our injected nano technology will change you
We don’t eat be re-energise
And unless we perceive a danger we won’t worry about you
You will be added and changed
All that will remain is the number designation we give to you
We’ll take an eye but don’t be concerned 
You will be part of our perfection
Resistance is futile.

© Paul Warren Poetry...

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A Tyrant of black
Lounging in his tower of glass
Surveying all his domain

A Merchant of gold
Sitting in his mansion of bronze
Calculating in his voluminous ledgers

A Soldier of grey
Patrolling his streets of stone
Upholding the nations peace

A Worker of brown
Toiling at his labor in a steel factory
Trying to feed his starving family

A Man of white
Walking the brick alleys of a world in decline
Seeking the necessities he rarely has...

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On A Nightmare

She was crying, calling aloud my name!
I heard her here at midnight my son,
You were fast asleep.
Imprisoned in a deep well-like bricks structure
Like Well of Death, stuntmen drive motorcycles and cars
On the wooden walls.

And her spouse, a sick doctor
Is patrolling around outside
Stamping his foot, loud laughing
And whipping in air in anger.

I will have to go, son,
Riding the fiery horse
And fight the brute, and save her!...

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The tall pillarized building
Cold, concrete, dictating
Attacked the sky
Making it packed, broken, hurt, scarred
Blocking those lovely clouds and rainbow
The tall pillarized building
Cold, concrete, dictating
Captured modernized hearts
Making them a slave inside
From nine to five
The tall pillarized building
Cold, concrete, dictating
Formed a towering hazard
To the inquisitive patrolling eyes 
Of the nature - lovers
Making them temporary blind...

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