Best Protecting Poems
Mama please comfort me I'm your little child.
Please protect me from the dreams I have that are so wild.
Mama thanks for being there when I started first grade.
You were my comfort and stay and came to my aid.
Then there was middle school
You were always there, thanks for being so cool.
Jr. high came and went
without very much of a vent.
Then there was high school and college.
The period when I had ALL the knowledge.
A college grad. you were so proud.
I always could hear you bragging so loud.
Life has a way of passing by
And now mama you are the apple of my eye.
Although ageing you are beautiful still.
And day by day I know you are very real.
You need to spend more time with your little child.
And protect him from the dreams that are so real and wild.
And when you need me oh mama dear,
Know that your child will always be near.
Beauty of nature
And its feature
Charmed all are
Ever and ever,
What we need
We are supplied
From nature
It is given feature,
Now I am here
Lived my ancestor
Living generation
Next will be then,
Nature is our
We are of nature
Protect it dear
For self better,
So, protect nature
You protected where
You always utilize
Should take care.
I made a vow to never part.
Please hold what's dear to me within.
I hope that you will not depart.
What would I be without my skin?
Always protecting
you in the darkness
of the night.
Keeping you safe
until we
meet again. The
moon will ever be
hanging in the
endless sky above.
The light
of the infinite
stars to guide you
to me. So as I may
guide you through
the
fantasies of life.
The moon will never
leave you, nor will
I, like the infinite
stars
above is my love for
you. When the sun
peaks through the
horizon of the night
all
past adversities of
the heart are
forgotten. The sun
will continue to
shine another
day, always aware of
your presence and
watching over you
day after day. As
the
sun shines another
day my love for you
grows stronger each
passing moment. In
these days of new
awakenings I see
only you. Our hearts
connect as time
passes and our love
grows. The beauty of
our love is not
complete without our
souls now our souls
connect and
strengthen as one. I
will protect you and
stay
with you until the
end I will never say
farewell to you.
I'll hold you when
your hurt,
together we'll make
a perfect circle.
I'll take your hand
forever and bury
your
troubled past. I
promise to wipe away
your tears of hurt
and sadness. I will
continue you to love
you today, tomorrow
and everyday after.
I came across
lost seedlings--misfits
abandoned in
a musty bin of a garage.
Then heard
a meek mist pleading,
"oh, fern soil, praise them
with your yard."
"Douse kaleidoscope,
cool droplets,
those days scorched--
furnace dark."
"Thus clover-cove
when frigid snow
abrades
their glinting spark."
There once was an individual known as theKidster.
the Kidster was an immature adult mister.
The oldest of four younger sisters.
Got my ass beat many times commin to the aid of my little sisters.
Got my share of injuries, scars and blisters,
cause it's hard being a little tiny guy tryin to protect four younger beautiful sisters.
Got my lights punched out many times, to the point where I was blind.
I may have suffered injuries, but I protected my baby sisters everytime.
As they entered their teenage years, my sisters wanted me to butt out of their affairs.
They were beginning to develop an interest in boys obviously,
and this drove their big tiny little brother very crazy.
My sisters wanted to explore their sexuality,
but I was a young man, I knew the teenage male's mentality.
Oh yeah, stupid selfish teenage male mentality.
I did get the best of one dude who grabbed my sisters Ass Freely,
Right In Front Of Me.
He had height and weight over me,
but I saw none of that. All I thought was,"You grabbed my sister's tushy,
right in front of me".
First I bit slapped the creep violently.
Then I grabbed him by his jewels unmercifully.
My clenched fist just kept squeezing immensely.
This big little Prick was at the mercy of me.
I then proceeded to punch his face repeatedly.
Lucky for him (and also me),
someone interceded and stopped me.
He always swore that he'd get back at me.
I met him once again. He just stood a motionless statue. Just like a big coward wussy.
Protecting one's good name
Not a kid's easy card game.
Who does climbs towards fame,
Who squeezes it buys shame;
The picture not the same....
Better one an old dame,
Clinging to her good name
Than princess of just blame
In morals badly lame
One's good name is one's flame;
Really, the thing men claim.
Thus, you must n't it maim;
Remain - not wild - the tame!
Calls in middle of the night
Hearing something isn't right
Your voice crackling with fear
Pleading for me to be there
I hang up and get dressed
Scaring me with your distress
I knock, it is 3 AM
You hurry and let me in
Grabbing me so tight and fearful
Crying with eyes big and tearful
I softly ask what its about
Your abusive husband out
Of prison and threatened to
Come and take revenge on you
The police are on the case
But I see a frightful trace
Of past memories that had
You scarred and beaten so bad
I stay there and calm you down
If he tries to come around
I'll be here until the end
Believe me when I say my friend
He'll get the shock of his life
From a wild woman with a knife
Protecting you with full force
I will take the knife and toss
It right into his awful chest
Claiming it was self defense
Benny Black was never understood
A sixth grader but ever so truly
Too big for his own good
Always the bully
Doing bad things to others because he could
Never doing what he should
He hated himself through others
And chose my little brother
To force his anger and cruelly uncover
How chubby he was, how he was fat as a toad
And a stupid boy scout doing what he was told
A “goody-goody” always doing what he should
I too was in sixth grade but more like a mother
Who it killed to see my baby brother
Taunted by Benny Black who made him suffer
With words that beat him down like a scourge
Concerning his obesity and goodness in front of others
So I stepped in with fierce courage
A head taller than I he was sorely angered
He grabbed my hair and twirled me around
I instantly fell dizzy to the hard ground
He beat my head into the cement-I was in danger
Until my instincts surpassed my fear, that’s why
I squarely punched him in the eye
It was all that I could barely fight that day
It felt good that I protected my brother
But I worried about how I might be in terrible trouble
I lost the battle but had won the war; a price I paid
With one lucky punch, his left eye to display
To everyone in the school the very next day
Benny never bothered my brother again
For with his demise and embarrassment, Amen!
He ran from a ‘girl’ and never lived it down
Now a bully’s reputation that was so renowned
Was blown away by a simple question of who?
A girl did this to you?!
And to this day he’s black and blue
Beauty of nature
And its feature
Charmed all are
Ever and forever,
What we need
Nature gives that
Then why is it?
Too unprotected,
Nature is our
We are of nature
Protect it dear
Ever and forever.
Three years running, she came
and diligently built her nest,
sheltered from the wind and rain
in a spot she thought was best .
Yet there's one regrettable flaw.
Placed four feet from our door,
built of mud, fluff and straw -
this year, the same as before.
Does expectant mother not know
she's gambling with babies' lives?
Two eager cats live just below,
watching with greedy, shining eyes.
For most of earth's innocent few,
danger lurks on every hand,
unless there is someone who
takes a clear, protective stand.
The cats are quarantined inside
till baby birds fly on their own.
When that day finally arrives,
another cycle - here and gone.
So, what to do now the dye is cast
our choices now seem to be lost
in this land of emotions vast
do we but sigh and say “what cost!”
anger misplaced by any hue
can grow until it causes harm
stir hate where love is overdue
and signal there's cause for alarm
our nation's fate still rides on trust
of freedom's power to persuade
take off your coat, there's work to do
to protect promises we've made
we won't be idle: we're not through
protecting the red, white and blue!
Protecting the Small
How do people in power rise,
when all they are talking about,
is against everything that can be
remembered…
taught in school?
How can people hold high office,
while the people, the poor around them,
sink ever lower into the embrace of death.
Poverty, and poor houses,
living on the streets,
“stay at home moms” a thing of the past.
Now lucky
to hold our families together, at all!
What can be said, for living in your car?
The rain is not on your head,
or covering and freezing your feet.
I would call to their empathy,
their sympathy, their idealism, of perfection.
I would remind them,
that I had a job,
I had a wife,
I had family and a life.
Now,
I only have…
a vote,
and you talk
of cheating me still.
How do people in power rise?
little girl of about nine is running alone in the marathon
two or three older women decide to keep keen watch
protecting her as best they can without scaring her
Laying next to her stuffed doll and dog,
she fell on the pink carpet...
what really made her fret?
It must have been some scary voice!
Protecting her toys was an obligation,
the reason of her injury, and if those pets
were real: they would revive her
by bringing back all sensation!
Don't lay there for too long and dream
of boys and the charm they ensue;
dreams create a false illusion
to allure and captivate you!
Chosen painting: The Fall