Best Protective Poems
Mama deer pranced diffidently
checking the meadow for man’s smell
Her spotted fawn trots along
unaware of danger
checking out the food
of pure and sweet
glorious
verdant
grasses
For Mothers
The Taveta Golden weaver treats her littles so dear
warms her nest as she's always there.
Even when in distant search for a meal
her protective covering; she ensures they wear
so as to be absolute; she's always near.
Her compassion; she invests in me
with each and every tear
which has an unbelievable healing power
resurrecting me and making my problems mere.
Despite facing the Lion's Den in fear
unhurt; we pass through such furnace year after year
and even though considered the most fragile and delicate
the weight she carries, no one can bear.
I'm tossed all around from rock to humous
and trapped in the abyss of termination
as the Demon of death valley makes my end so clear
with no hope, I curse and swear
ready to face the worse,
with horrifying sounds of disaster I hear,
but guess what! My Mama appears.
She's a priceless godess not renowned
nuturing me to be the best in town
her protective arms; my invaluable crown.
Despite sometimes giving her reasons to frown
and embarrassing her like an annoying clown
she's still ready to lay her life down
making me sail through in safety
in the expense of her drown.
Theories long forgotten, strategies of self interest predominant
The war of Forces, Principalities so dark, no man walks away untouched
My senses so keen I feel it all a mile away
I send the Angel's and it's all said and done in the breath of a second
Then a healing beam of light caresses me
The Angel's of God or a womans love
Both so deep and rare here
Both protecting me from the evil men devise against me
And I feel the force of love as they combine together
It relieves me of my worries and now I cling to the hope it gives
Be strong, be courageous, follow the soft gentle voice
As they light my path, As her inner beauty shines through I am just a cub in her arms
Just a sheep for the slaughter protect us both God
You were so teeny and tiny and fuzzy and bright
You stayed by my side through morning and night
You were always so excited to see me when I walked in the door
We,d play games with your toys strewn all across the floor
Our Love was such it crescendoed from the start
Now, I have Memories of you that can fill up a Heart
Having you in my Life I certainly rolled a Lucky Seven
Along with Sparky and Mindy, Cookie and Dillie and Devan
I,ll miss you so much there,s one thing that makes my sadness leaven
I can see you guys rollicking up there together
having fun in Doggie Heaven
Just what lengths would you go through
To protect those that need you
Love trumps all reason
In every season
Would you adopt the same view
TV show: Your Honor
The storyline is about a judge whose teenage son hits and kills another teenage from a crime family , he panics leaves the scene of accident. Judge knows if he turns his son in they will kill him.
April 23rd, 2022
For Joseph May's On a Lim contest.
Pandas are so cute
They also can be vicious
Protecting their young
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Dad,
I loved it when you showed me how to hammer in a nail.
The many times at the lake you carried my shovel and my pail.
When you taught me how to hold a hockey stick.
Shooting the puck is what I learned quick.
The times you hid behind the tree.
Making sure my sisters and I were as safe as we could be.
I am proud of you for teaching me right from wrong.
To never back away ,feel courage and be strong.
But the day you left and I could not see you again.
I hugged you tight, now I feel shame.
The battle of COVID was not fair to you.
The lack of oxygen made your skin turn a pale blue.
You fought hard to be here for each and everyone.
It was your time, you were ill and you really missed sweet mom.
protective feelings
remain trapped
within
can't get rid of
overwhelming
urge to run to your aid
even now
even after
these years
of estrangement
I still find myself
feeling
overprotective
over you
Aquamarine waves
lap pristine rugged shorelines
casting call for beat
bohemic coral ballets
hip sandy beach applause
(This poem made the first PS Anthology, but disappeared
from my list.)
Mayonnaise in my mouth;
it was turkey—the first Pollack
I saw. His fault that the splatter
looked like a forgotten egg on the side.
Walking toward the waste
basket, I threw up in it after.
It tasted like sour metal
with rusty, iron edges.
At the sides of it, not worth
the gold tooth it's loosening
now. Thinking on it makes me
nervous, like it's going to be poison
soon.
I cannot avoid it, even if I wanted
to now, even though I wasn't sure
that was the kind of optimistic take
I was looking for at the time. The way
to turn even the worst of times into best
of whatever your feckless heart has—
just use it now because no one
is at the deck taking down tallies
for the sake of it. Please,
just give over; express the things
you have been saving. Hoarder of life
and things and collections of it all,
as a collector of it all, as a curator
of it all, as if you even have a stall
that would ever fit it all in, for jesus
sake. And that's all it ever would be
or ever would be not had you not hitched
it to the big part of yourself that thought
something in there was real and really in
there, ready for a real repair, as only
the cosmos can do for those that are
ready for it.
Ready for it.
Ready for it.
Ready for it.
Revise and be ready for it.
Raging. I scream
Such anger emits throughout me.
Free is all I want to be.
God oh god why won you let me.
You’re bound by anger
Jealousy and fear.
And surround me
With your feelings
That gleam with the un pure.
My freedom is all I want.
Is all I need to be?
My words my love
Please do not steal from me.
So tirelessly you work
Drifting so far away from me.
But not a word shall you hear
In complaint about thee.
I have fought tiring years.
With pain endlessly.
Sweet death as you know
Dying to take me.
But I escaped
With just faith, the crab
In such a bloody fray.
Beaten and burnt, I escaped
But only to be bound, not free
Each day, I would wake wondering
If it was merely a dream.
If I had died and then risen.
And was now in between.
So I plead sweet dear.
Do not steal my words away from me
I once was touched by death.
Please don’t make it all that i dream.
BY
Amanda.M.Miller
Protective Lyricism for the Ages Part One
In awe of Bob Dylan’s poetic creations
The war of the villains eccentric provocations
The score of penicillin for preventative medications
The law of premonitions filled with the Holiest vibrations
Refusal to compromise when faced with an ethical question
The commercially incentivised disgrace of advertisements ill-intentions
The indisputable power of a loving embrace when the refurbishments aren’t up to the standards of new inventions
The irrefutable cower of a man without grace when the admonishments he faced are beyond redemption
A placement of perfection by William Wordsworth in his sleep
The boy who cried wolf when he lied about the safety of his sheep
The friend who transcends proof, one so pure you just have to treasure and keep
A challenge from a sleuth so obscure that you’re forced to take an original leap
A visionary that’s borderline scary as the invocations constantly vary
Some people are wary of what they do not understand
Some view complexity as quite contrary as it flows from the palm of my hand
I’m an honorary poetic canary singing what might be viewed as illuminary perspectives on which I will take a stand
But humility prevents me from accepting this undeserved title
As the human races need for pure oxygen becomes vital
You won’t see me at a self-promoting poetry recital
As I hide behind my anonymity I’ve died a thousand times and need a personal revival
A sigh of profound exhalation and meaning
From a soul that resounds in contemplation and dreaming
The story’s told by the rounds of improvisation expressed through sunlight beaming
While I’m growing old and stifling the sounds of my terror, fears and screamings
To be continued next post…
July 9 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Isaiah 17-21
Key Verse – Isaiah 17:3 The fortress also shall cease from Ephraim, and the kingdom from Damascus, and the remnant of Syria: they shall be as the glory of the children of Israel, saith the LORD of hosts.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY PROTECTIVE FORTRESS
Lord God, You are my protective Fortress within Your kingdom
Thank You for making me fruitful by Your wisdom
So that I can plant along Your salvation freedom
As You rebuke me against spiritual boredom.
Lord God, You are my protective Fortress within Your rivers of blessing
Thank You for lifting me up to seek Your cleansing
So that I can come to You for worshipful praising
As You cheer me toward constant rejoicing.
Lord God, You are my protective Fortress within Your presence
Thank You for ruling over me by Your truth’s essence
So that I can stand upon Scriptural defense
As You hedge me around Your doctrines’ fence.
Lord God, You are my protective Fortress within Your work’s wonders
Thank You for shaking me by Your faith-strengthening thunders
So that I can come to Your altar-pillar borders
As You perform in me Your inheritance-orders.
Lord God, You are my protective Fortress within Your victorious fight
Thank You for guiding me to walk in Your light
So that I can follow Your leadership so right
As You help me by Your deliverance wherein I delight.
Lord God, You are my protective Fortress within Your vision
Thank You for upholding me by Your compassion
So that I can participate in Your great commission
As You supply me with Your provision.
Lord God, You are my protective Fortress within Your ground for service
Thank You for declaring unto me Your faithfulness-notice
So that I can lodge in Your ministry of servanthood practice
As You secure me to grow and mature as You did promise.
July 9, 2023
“Not sure of being familiar
With Washed-Ashore Emilia,
Neither saw The Cadillac
Not The Woman in Lilac,
Whom they’d decided to waste,
Stripping her down to the waist”.
Oh! How my two ears did burn
And my quiescent belly churn
And I stopped seeing Keats Urn
When the cops said “It’s my turn
To down sit for questioning”
And me was positioning,
Their routine activity
That made my captivity …
I would say quite Dramatic:
Experiences Traumatic;
All the time Protective
Before Smart-Eyed Detective
“Lots of pity, Emilia
But to her not familiar” …
Later, I learnt ‘Candidate’
With her rear’s ‘Up-to-date’
To neatly win The Loyalty
Of even The Royalty.
Protective Family
Sincerity
Authentically
Necessary
Ideally
Selflessness
Expected
And Revered
Family
Honor
Trust