Best Guard Poems
As we worship, bring the silence
in gracious peace ring down the day.
Stay the light that's stained with violence,
deliver calm, pass ill storms away.
Send to us your guileless servant,
pure of faith and stainless heart.
Confer to him a truce so verdant
with joyous love and hope impart.
Stand guard against faults that rage
and spare less fortune from the cold.
Lift these hearts, fallen, fled with age
and never loose us from your hold.
Share with us your saving Grace
with harmony that men embrace.
08/06/2018
Rhyming Poem On Angels Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
Patriot Guard funeral Escort
Loch David Crane
August, 2008
Today is sunny: with three dozen bikes,
some decorated cars, a pair of trikes,
two dozen Marines: all of the family
and toddlers to set their Daddy free
into the Great Beyond beyond the sky
where loved ones send their veterans who die.
Below our feet the stones give way to grass
where they are neatly trimmed; and as we pass
the names of strangers stare into the air
and we look back, wondering who lies there.
I won't step on a grave--I'll walk around
so not to insult those within the ground.
We ride at funerals honoring those vets,
brave men and women we have never met.
There's a lady who's caused quite a kerfuff
Her lil "nawdy" rhymes made some blush and chuff
Might call the police!
Will that bring them peace?
They'll prolly just use her fur-lined handcuffs
A-n early morn has broken,
B-ringing light to Sunday;
E-vening rain disappears,
G-ray haze fades away.
A-nother dusk has turned
I-nto a break of new dawn;
L-et the twilight leave, as the shadows are gone.
A-llow your life to go on,
B-egin to move forward;
O-pen your bag January twenty-ninth,
N-o one evades the security
G-uard.
I shut down
I'm broken down
But, I will rise
You'll soon realize
With your starlit eyes
That I am not afraid anymore
I won't let my guard
Like I did before
I know life can get hard
My wings will soar
We are shimmering bright like pretty stars
Will someone come here and heal my scars?
Neon lights burn in our eyes all over again
Frozen in place and I'm frustrated and then…
You tell me to be brave and embrace the light
When my hopes are in the grave tonight…tonight…
I spiral mad like a spinning top on the table of horrid lies
I am sad because I let my guard down when we said our goodbyes
When we said our goodbyes…when we said our goodbyes…
I let my guard down and I am so ashamed and bemused
I let my guard down and I am shattered and I was abused
Heal my hurt right now
Uplift my guard somehow
I am consumed
By shadows of assumption
But, I was bruised
By the woods of corruption
You’re my remedy and sweet gravity
You give me strength to fight off vanity
I won't let my guard
Like I did before
I know life can get hard
My wings will soar
We are shimmering bright like pretty stars
Will someone come here and heal my scars?
Neon lights burn in our eyes all over again
Frozen in place and I'm frustrated and then…
You tell me to be brave and embrace the light
When my hopes are in the grave tonight…tonight…
I spiral mad like a spinning top on the table of horrid lies
I am sad because I let my guard down when we said our goodbyes
When we said our goodbyes…when we said our goodbyes…
I let my guard down and I am so ashamed and bemused
I let my guard down and I am shattered and I was abused
Heal my hurt right now
Uplift my guard somehow
Steal my pain away
Make my clouds less gray
Make me happy once more
Don't let me let my guard down this time
Don't let me give up on myself this time
I lit up the night and I begin to soar
Somewhere you are sitting
Unaware of how I feel
Then again maybe you know
How I wish that you'd reveal
Every now and then
I like to close my eyes
Pretend that you're with me
The dreams I fantasize
Honestly I wish you knew
The things inside my heart
Everytime I think of you
I wish we weren't apart
Never did I think
That I would fall for you so hard
Can't control the way I feel
It all caught me off guard!
melting snowball
Fall-out started with the spring-break competition;
Errors were made as team effort slid downhill.
Then when name-calling sparked a partition,
esprit-de-corps broke to a stand-still.
“Butterfingers!” the dig of choice,
sabers, rifles drop in flight.
“Cretin!” answers a voice,
winter guard backbite.
“Bozo, Clod, Clown”
teenage jeers,
meltdown -
tears.
written March 20, 2018
Line Gauthier's A Melting Snowball contest
Cool breeze swept into the room
Sound of trees rustling and hustling
Birds were silent, winds singing
Fright walked in ghostly gloom
Here stood a bloody evil-like monster
A deadly giant of about seven feet tall
Crouched in the dark of the house wall
Crouching slowly, a mortal master
I held my breath behind the door
A bang sounded from behind me
Door locked and safe was the key
He banged the door the more
Baam! Baam!! Baam!!!
The bloody monster prowls like a lion
Its desire is to devour, thirsty for blood
Its heart brims in a boiling flood
“Be On Guard! Be tough as an iron!”
Had wished this monster will stay away
And not crouched behind the door
I have prayed to my Lord the more
Yet this monster prowls till day
At my doorstep is this bloodily beast
Haunted I go tainted
Life's made men darkly painted
Life has taken a turn and none knows the twist
Be on guard!
Be assured your gardening secrets are held intact, never to be revealed, due to the magic faerie code.
Confidences among the lilacs are kept through this world into the next one, secured by these flying orbs.
Faerie folk’s unquestionable integrity and trust are rarely questioned, never wavering in any way.
Beware of one teeny tiny glitch in the garden area, where the elves and gnomes reside in summer.
Elves, gnomes, and leprechauns sometimes disguise themselves as gentle moral faerie folk, in order
To broadcast secrets and stir up trouble among the snails, grasshoppers, bees, and lightning bugs.
These charming deceivers will broadcast secrets to gain even an inch of status among the moon people.
The only saving grace is that their well-earned reputation proceeds them, so they are universally
Dis-believed as they simply lack the stellar integrity of the faerie folk.
Be especially vigilant and close-mouthed during giant changes of moon phases.
This is when these deceivers have the easiest times transforming, because portals are open.
Signed: The Faerie Council.
Picture this billboard, with the last line crossed out by a
Giant red X, above which an immature, volatile, vindictive
Mean-spirited, pre-adolescent
Leprechaun has penned
FAKE NEWS.
Choose wisely your what guards your heart; for we are products of our environment.
Written: October 21, 2023, For Miranda Hawley Contest
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We must mightily mold matches in this life.
Actions must be taken to forestall strife.
We stop at every junction to demarcate.
What we decide will determine our fate.
Our upbringing has a significant impact on us.
Those who belong to us shape our solid fuss.
Be wary of who you let into your inner circle.
Because their vitality could be a hurdle.
You should stay away from the negative.
Things that are poisonous and deceptive
Smacking serves the strength to spread.
And impel your emotions to grow in dread.
Avoid those who induce stress at a distance.
Who twists a grin into a gesture of riddance?
Wrap yourself in a quilt of affection and rely
And witness your spirit soar across the sky.
The player zigzags
with the leather back and forth
down the wooden field.
Nationally
Available
To
Impact
Others
Needing
Assertive
Leadership
Guarding
Us
Against
Real
Danger
Security guard
I was broke, no work for me at the shipping office,
got a job guarding tractors; sat in a hut that was cold and had no heating
and bad light. Well, this job was better than sitting at home
lamenting my unemployment, but my god was it boring.
Sat on a tractor pretending I was a farmer ploughing a potato field,
and that was tedious too. The uniform they had given me
was too small for my frame looked like a walking scarecrow.
At midnight another guard came to take over and I asked him
how he could survive the tedium. Me, he said I go to sleep
I have full time work during the day.
Next day I got a phone from the shipping office it had been
difficult they said I had a reputation for not playing ball
and being argumentative; took the job handed in my uniform.
On a cold, grey dawn
In wind-driven rain, I stand
Bright orange beacon
This outlier locked up (snug as a bug in a rug) within the keystone state
extremely remote from ground zero of Biblical deluge, he humbly didst rate
the pride and prejudice (questionable sense and sensibility)
of indiscriminate resultant landfall upon this oblate
spheroid i.e. namely planet unfit ness Earth, where global affect
sans billions of people answered call of the wild
viz zit ting suitable companion mate
which collective souls (entrapped within their own asylum) of late
contributed to tipping point, where category 5 hurricanes
frequently nada so great
for folks chose to live along the path of this
and subsequent Gaia's doomsday fate
an object lesson scientists equate with
considerable proof over population fall out,
now yielding liquid Frankenstein golem –
an atrocious, ferocious, malicious date
thus now powerless at the figurative hands of
nefarious, odious, pernicious, rapacious beastie boy we
(meaning persons, who supposedly advanced progress of civilization)
MUST confront global warming resultant
what generations of *****Sapiens didst create
asper this thesis, I DO NOT berate others who disagree – cuz,
whom iz this bard butta varmint, for whom the tolling bell doth await.