Best Guardian Poems
only daughter
beautiful moon face
will his love eclipse mine
Categories:
guardian, beauty, children,
Form:
Questionku
Just a small girl, an innocent rose bud
lost in daydreams while she walked
home from school, for several blocks.
It was a fine, spring day in Berkeley
warm sun's rays peaked through leaves
amidst the trees, by sidewalk streets.
Her school bag in hand, preoccupied
"Don't step on a crack or on a line
keep to the spaces, and you'll be fine."
And so she played the sidewalk game
until a call was heard, from mother dear
across the street, her voice so clear.
Without a thought, she ran to meet
her mother, yet she was unaware
of a speeding car, out of nowhere.
The vehicle descended fast
upon the child, on that center divide
within a split second, she could die.
And then, a supernatural event
as forces, unforeseen, took place
a split second, she flew to the sidewalk, safe.
This little girl had turned, was lifted up
then gently placed, she had escaped
was gathered by angel's arms, embraced.
My mother saw it all, before her very eyes
her child, rescued, by a miracle that day
and I, that little girl, am grateful I was saved.
Written on 10/6/2015
For Divine Intervention Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
* This is a true account that happened to me when I was six years old
Categories:
guardian, angel, child, miracle,
Form:
Rhyme
Goodnight my dear boy and what's that you say?
You want me to chase the bad monsters away?
Well, I'll tell you a tale that may just be true
And if it's made up, it is done just for you...
I know you're afraid of the dark and the gloom
When you lie wide awake all alone in your room
'Scardy cats prowl and their tattle-tales pester
Goose bumps may prickle and worry-warts fester
Shadow-ghosts creep up and crawl to your cover
You roll on your side but then you discover
The thump in your pillowcase whispers too loud
So here's what I've done and I know you'll be proud...
I've met with the monster man under your bed
He thinks you will find he is not much to dread
He just needs a friend and to know that you care
So if you reach down he'll shake hands from his lair
I've found where that boogie man hides in the wall
He's cramped and alone and he waits for your call
He believes you're convinced he is ugly and mean
And hold him to blame when you have a bad dream
Your monster man's fierce and has razor-sharp teeth
But he understands things that may stir underneath
Your boogie man knows what you don't want to find
And what's around corners and hidden behind...
They'd like to come out and tell you a story
(Perhaps something scary but nothing too gory)
Sit up and talk with them late into night
Come morning they'll gladly slip back out of sight
But at night they'll grow strong to protect like they should
To face down your fear and show evil what's good
Stand watch while you sleep, they will stay by their mark
If you wake you might catch their eyes glow in the dark...
It's then as you grow you may find you walk bolder
With two fearsome friends striding close by your shoulders
They'll go anyplace as a general rule
(But maybe you'd better not bring them to school)
If witches and dragons can streak through the sky
Then monsters and boogie men surely must fly!
At the edge of your sleep (when you just start to doze)
Whisper the password and wiggle your toes...
And they'll sweep you away to soar like a dove
Over the rooftops to heavens above!
Up into orbit to your own private place
High on a mountaintop floating in space
Sit back and relax with a satisfied grin
Laughing and singing as you watch the earth spin
Hum along while your boogie man growls a brave tune
Count stars while your monster man howls at the moon
Categories:
guardian, fantasy, love, son,
Form:
Rhyme
There is not a poem that you fail to read
Or time that I’m away you don’t ask, “Why”?
There is not a time when you don’t plant a seed
Of joy into my heart when tears I cry
You’ve helped me to believe in what I give
Seen beauty in the silly lines I rhyme
You’ve helped me want a better life to live
And shown me Godly love time after time
You will not leave my writes without a thought
Oh what things need to change for smoother flow
A friendship true like yours cannot be bought
You’ve helped my heart to breathe, expand, and grow
A Guardian poet you have been to me
Accept my thanks and loyal constancy
Jade (Eileen to you, Richard Lamoureux)
This is my second poem by this title. Richard Lamoureux has been a constant friend, mentor, and guide. I so appreciate his integrity, honesty, and spirituality. He's encouraged me over the years I've been here.....to keep writing, to enter contests...and to believe in my self-worth, a precious gift. When I'm gone...he'll visit my older writes and leave a note. :) I've gained so much by reading his book- Dummy: Hurtful and Healing words which is so full of precious insights on the power of words to heal or destroy. Well I know this power. Well have I suffered because of it.
People come and go...It's good to know some are there for the long haul. Some are there simply because they care...nothing more...nothing less. Thanks, Richard.
Categories:
guardian, friend, friendship, tribute, integrity,
Form:
Sonnet
My Guardian Angel
My guardian angel, God's gift from above,
resides in my heart, guiding my mind and soul.
Protective wings wrap me with angelic love
to shape my decisions and life's every goal.
My guardian angel helps me to live days
with God's gifts of nature that surround my life.
When times become stressful, this comfort displays
that hope in tomorrow will lessen my strife.
My guardian angel guides me day and night
to give of myself in each way that I can;
for family, friends, or others who might
empower my heart to help my fellow man.
My guardian angel directs my daydreams...
leads my inspiration toward creative art,
with words or a paintbrush, display lovely scenes,
and bring forth the beauty of life from my heart.
My guardian angel will guide me through death;
help shape my acceptance at that solemn time.
Wrapped up in her splendor...then at my last breath,
will bring me to Heaven...eternal, sublime.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Premiere Contest: Angels
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Judged: 08/16/2018
Categories:
guardian, angel, blessing,
Form:
Rhyme
Keeper of Wishes
Look up! Look into the face of clear astral nights –
See my trail of fiery radiance hurtling across swirling galaxies,
Streaking through star dust of light years –
In this space where silence echoes thundering in celestial implosions
I hear your hearts speak – know your hushed voices -
“Star light – star bright!”
I hold your wishes close -a nebula bouquet -
Gathering them in cosmic bits of sparkling dew drops
Like crystal dandelion puffs spoken by ageless children’s voices
Blazing trails, stellar light capturing echoes of wishing wells,
Tarnished pennies, smooth stones or celebration candles -
Your wishes belong to the stars - guardians for unspoken dreams
Offered to the eternal heart, my keeper, keeper of the stars – keeper of wishes:
And, if I fall I pray you keep me in your pocket.
126 words
Contest: Personification
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
N/A - 7/8/2020
Contest - You Are a Star
Categories:
guardian, night, star,
Form:
Personification
For several thousands of years
you upheld the sacredness of Nature
avoiding wanton destruction
of plant and animal life
taking only what you needed
since their sacredness was
just as important to you
as the sacredness of humanity
When harvesting wild rice for food
you let some fall into the water
to produce crops for the future
Surrounding a pack of wild sheep
while hunting in the mountains
you let a male and female escape
so by their reproductive process
they would ensure the
continuation of their species
You saw yourself as part of Nature
living in harmony with it
and not plundering it with greed
Your religion was to respect Nature
viewing all plants and animals
as parts of its magnificent fabric
Abuse of a part of it was
an abuse of the whole
Your way of life
provides valuable lessons
that can teach mankind how
to deal with today's ecological crisis
that threatens the survival
of all life on the planet
You were the genuine
Guardian of the Environment
I have always admired the way of life of the Native American Indians living in harmony with Nature before the advent of the Europeans. By extension, this applies to all indigenous peoples including the Amerindians and Polynesians. This piece is dedicated to them.
Categories:
guardian, abuse, animal, environment, food,
Form:
Free verse
While the guardian of night watches
a looming thunderstorm , the power
of his animus defends earthy home
and a village’s turf with grit… and in
the stillness of a child or wife’s rest,
when twitching snaps of a labor’s chime
rings out, this protector aches for respect
and admiration to forge ahead into
gateways of Olympian struggles;
molded like so by creation’s decree.
Though labeled as a dominant ruler ,
it is his gentle side that comforts
all: lending a compassionate hand,
affirming a woman’s essence, and thirsting
to reveal human frailties without question.
Knowingly ,the peg behind the guardian of nights
is home's queen, fueling a determined will
and affectionate spirit by validating his
man’s untiring role…without question.
7/8/2015
Patriarchy Contest
Sponsor: Thomas Martin
Categories:
guardian, devotion, men,
Form:
Free verse
A guardian poet you have been to me
Much like an angel, there protecting me
When I was silent, lost in dark of night
You read my words and brought me back to light
You told me that my words were ever true
That in my writes were thoughts profound and new
You would not let me simply drift away
A word of hope you’d send to greet each day
Your name is there below each thing I write
To tear dimmed eyes you brought a vision bright
“The Queen of Passion,” how I love the name
You gave to me and life is not the same
To you, my Guardian Poet, thanks I bring
You fool me not; I see your angel wing
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Richard Lamoureux and I joined Poetry Soup at about the same time a year and eight months ago. Richard has been like a mentor to me. I’ve recently been very unwell emotionally and unable to write. I have appreciated the fact that he did not give up on me and kept daily visiting my previous writes and leaving words of encouragement. My words are my soul, so, in a way, he was affirming my worth as a person, which is what I was in need of. Richard has written a poem for me entitled, "Queen of the Romantic Pen."
Richard, your friendship is precious and dear. You are a man of faith and integrity. May God bless your home, your loved ones, and your heart with all that brings you joy. Thank you for standing by me through my dark times.
Categories:
guardian, dedication, friend, mentor, integrity,
Form:
Sonnet
Spawn of the arcane, glutted, she sprawls upon the sands
of mythos. As victims, star-crossed lovers, outcasts,
we have all seen the traces of these nether lands.
Sphinx-like, besotted, she lays among the bodies dashed.
A pixie smith has cast her silver chains, retained her
inside this mystic plane, stained her hide vintage rose.
Among the cards on the table, it is plain; she purrs.
Do you know what she knows; guess, a riddle she poses.
Protection sought from life's trials is at her command.
But, few coupled or single have journey past her grasp.
Unknown, to the unschooled, their senses unused, banned,
Christendom, the sacred fecund grail has miscast.
From Hatshepsut's visage, bound to Sekhmet she's sworn
beware, beware The Chariot's card once it is drawn.
Categories:
guardian, myth,
Form:
Ekphrasis
Walk this road with me by your side;
never will I lead you astray.
Yes, it’s I who whispers to you,
sometimes nudging you to change course.
When you're headed in the wrong direction,
I strive to offer input:
“What if you put your life in God’s hands
and let Him choose the path you take."
I’m here in the afterlife,
waiting to escort you through Heaven’s gate.
Sometimes I feel like I’m talking to myself,
so silently I attempt to guide you.
When you were born, I was charged with your fate.
Help me succeed, just as I strive to assist you.
You may think of me as your conscience, your mentor,
but I know Who sent me to make life’s journey with you.
Sometimes you make my task difficult,
yet just like you, I am no quitter.
Try if you must to put me on the shelf
when temptation is overpowering.
You will fail in this effort;
I won’t let you turn away from me.
I’m the shadow you cannot see,
your guardian angel, holding eternal life’s key.
* Written for Paula’s “Who Am I” contest.
Categories:
guardian, introspection, me, me,
Form:
Free verse
As I was on an errand today
I had nothing on my mind
Until I saw the carcass of an unfortunate deer
And noticed the scavengers quite near
I felt in pain
His loss their gain
I remembered something
I was told quite young
When someone dies
A baby is born.
Then I began to think
Whose place was it I did take
Was it a man?
Was it a woman?
Was he or she young?
Or was he or she old?
I seriously felt
It was a man
It is he who is my Guardian Angel
And I wanted to reach out and take his hand
Was he a country or a city man?
Was he born in the 1800’s or the 1900’s I asked
Was he from this country or a foreign shore?
Oh the questions there are so many more
Was he in the war?
Was he safe from harm?
Or was he hurt
And lost an arm?
Did he marry?
And were there children, I asked
How many grandchildren were there
Who sat on his lap?
You are so near
Yet so far
Now that I question
Who you are
How many times did I disappoint him
Through out my time on earth
Did he like my singing?
Or did his ears I hurt?
Was his hand on mine as I painted
The mountains the skys and the seas
Or on the steering wheel when my attention was lax
Was he there to help save me
Did he help with my tests in school
In order to ensure my future goal
Did he approve of my choice
As I chose a school on the Nebraska soil
I know he was there when I was wed
And he approved of the life we led
Maybe he even beamed
As our four children came upon the scene.
He is here to help me see
The wonders God has made
And prepare myself for the final day
When I approach the Golden Gate
Maybe it is then I will know
Who died so I could be born
I’ll thank him for he did his best
Then ask God to give him, eternal rest.
Categories:
guardian, faith, inspirational, love, god,
Form:
Free verse
GUARDIAN ANGEL
Last night I had a dream, it had a tale to tell
I dreamed I saw an Angel the poor thing wasn't well
His body bruised and battered, his wings were ripped and torn
he looked as if he wished that I was never born
I walked up to him and I asked, "Angel how can this be"
He turned around and paused a bit then spoke these words to me
I am your Guardian Angel a great task as you can see
You've run a muck all your life look what it's done to me
These bruises are from shielding you in times both dice and ill
Those dangerous things you had used I often paid the bill
See my wings are ripped and torn, a noble badge that I wear
How often they have flown you from evil unaware
Each Mark is its own story of deadly wounds destroyed
You've made me wish more than once that I was unemployed
If only you could make it and stand up on your own
Oh don't you fret or worry you shall not be left alone
But please try to remember that I'm getting old and frail
We will see if you can help yourself only time will tell
I could not believe all I'd heard let alone how much he cared
I sat and wept upon his shoulder then left in despair
The next morning I pondered all the things that I had done
And that's when the transformation hit, my life had finally begun
So I made a final decision to change my life and try
And in the distance I thought I heard a frail old Angel cry...
1997/02/22/16
Categories:
guardian, angel, blessing, faith, growth,
Form:
Rhyme
The cold wind rustles your tired feathers,
you are weary from your flight,
rest your wings, my guardian angel
let the shadows takeover the night
There was no need for these hardships,
evethough you fought for what you believed in,
because above my heart there always hung
a sign just for you saying-"Come on in!!"
All the times i've let you down,
as slowly your precious tear drips,
and yet you say with a bewitching smile,
"Anything for you my son"-through trembling lips
To the little ray of sunshine,
cutting through the darkness called life,
to my ever present mooring post,
that keeps me stable through strife
Even though there is a billion emotions in me,
I just have two words to say,
eternally glad that you are my mom,
all i manage to wishper is-"Happy birthday..."
Categories:
guardian, family, mom, mother,
Form:
Diana, Nature’s Guardian
Defending purity, virtues, by preordained, destine.
With faithful diligence I oversee all life that’s birthed.
Celebrating nature as its radiant guardian
Fulfilling life’s desire with independent strength girthed.
I am Diana, Goddess of hunting wild animals.
Protector of the natural world both domestic and wild,
Camels, beetles, jackals, deer, hogs, flowers, myrtles, squirrels -
All in my magical care live wonderful lives beguiled.
Fertility and childbirth, my responsibility,
Accomplished spontaneity living, functioning well.
Reflecting light among the beasts with great nobility.
An accomplished war-like goddess guarding while lives impel.
Hunting dogs track down their prey; fearful deer run. I am there.
Staying in the midst of them observing, balancing, and keeping.
Preying is part of life’s design sustained with greatest care.
Plants and animals live mortal lives wisdom possessing.
Plundering men cause great concerns that must be soon resolved.
Wreaking havoc here on earth, plowing jasmine, balm, mugwort,
Destroying creatures, felling trees, habitats requiem.
Man must change his wasteful ways to prevent my last resort.
Mother to the animals I recycle elements.
Wildlife conservation thrives, careful awareness acting.
Take heed ravenous plundering men, lest my anger vents
And another species takes your place, last choice exacting.
You can find me in my sacred place among quiet oaks.
Cherishing my own chastity, purity makes me swoon.
Walking in my natural world hearing each frog that croaks.
Living flawless beneath God’s sun, reflections from the moon.
© August 1, 2010
Categories:
guardian, natureworld, me,
Form:
Quatrain