Stewart Watkins

Stewart Watkins Poems

Low, way below the wrought, rain and sun-beaten asphalt of man
Dwells empty, hungry, crying souls in search of the Master's plan

Some black and some white, some young and some old

All these years of blood, sweat, and tears;
the undying will to carry on despite all the debilitating fears

Just being there is what I've longed to see;

Up, up arduous hills
Coasting down feeling the thrills

Through the forest and back to asphalt

Gun fires blast as chiseled arms and legs begin to rotate
Getting out and kicking is the key, one mustn't hesitate

My leg is ALL mine to run and for me to consume total control

To soar like an eagle, high, way high in the sky
To explore spaces and places others fear to go, confident my heart knows why
To be self-assured, directed, focused, and free
To fly above the treetops and overlook 'Mother Earth' and know that I must forever be ME

You appear in my sleep like Freddy to dissolve my dreams
You pose as kryptonite to my Superman
If we were a movie, you would be the villain and of course, I would be the hero
Yes, a minuscule Mr. Mcghee to my Incredible Hulk

Evadin' and duckin' like the plague
Spinnin' and shootin' like an Olajuwon fade

My shot! I am shootin'

The dark, darkest night
Oh crescent moonlight

A trace or slight glimmer

Rustling sounds abound
Children hiding but soon are found

Laughter and cheer in the air

Magpies in the sky
Butterflies kissing daisies
A cool breeze draws nigh

Hypnotizing and mesmerizing and oh so captivating
Trying not to stare but helplessly caught in the moment just anticipating

Crystal clear like fresh spring water streaming over green mother Earth

Great waxing gibbous
Pressing forward toward a full
Night feeling the light

O' dark thing behind me
So close, yes, so near I can see

Wherever I go, there you are

Get barefoot and walk on grass
Skip too if you may, and enjoy long laughs

Catch a firefly and watch it glow

I'm what you may call fresh clay.....
We've all at some time passed this way

I'm cold, moist, soft, and tender just waiting to be held.....

Hurry! Hurry!
All aboard the Cosmic Trane
Where the mind runs free and the soul feels no pain
A location for the elevation of humanness to the existential realm of salvation

See it
Believe in it
Breathe it
Live it

Pretty pinto standing in its pied coat
Earthy browns balancing bright whites
Rich verdant terrain at a distance
Jasmine, rose, tulip, and sweet pea in their aromatic essence


A cool caliginous
Crickets in their abode talking
A desolate street with no lights


Keep it to yourself
Soon you'll get all your help

The Best Poem Of Stewart Watkins

Underneath The Bridge

Low, way below the wrought, rain and sun-beaten asphalt of man
Dwells empty, hungry, crying souls in search of the Master's plan

Some black and some white, some young and some old
All tears are shed the same when their sad, sad story is told

The constant roaring of cars as they speedily pass back and forth from atop
Music, yes, this is their sweet melody that plays on and on nonstop

Their T.V. gets unlimited channels and the shows are all the way live
Real T.V. at its absolute best, capturing the conceivable and inconceivable of those in the concrete jungle trying to survive

Walking city streets by day in search of a better way
A nice little spot underneath the bridge at nightfall to lay their heads from a long, weary day

Ephemeral comfort is found in the comforter they call cardboard and all sorts of garments
City lights gently intermingle with dusk to signify the end of another day and hope for a better tomorrow with all of her empty promises

Stewart Watkins Comments

Stewart Watkins Quotes

Generational curses are real, but breaking them is more real. Lace-up them brogans and get to work!

Be patient. You are pregnant with greatness!

Dormancy doesn't have to equate to death. Only the sleeper can determine the outcome.

Go digging and see what you come up with.

Life's conveniences now will be inconveniences later. Do we want now or later?

It is born in the heart but it lives or dies in the mind.

Motivation is the starter. Discipline is the engine. Drive your dreams.

When you awaken to your true self, please, don't dose back off.

Like a palm tree, bend when the wind blows, but breaking is not an option.

Be willing to get uncomfortable to be comfortable.

'Earnestly seek your best life. Walk in your truth daily.'

'If you can go within and find your soul, pat yourself on the back because you're winning'

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