Best Protector Poems
A friend, an uncle, a pawpaw, a father, a husband, a son
These are a few of the titles you've earned
Precise, concern, loving, pride, hope, appreciation
These are a few emotions from you we've learned
You as a friend
Irreplaceable position
Your intentions so precise
To have you back is what they are wishing
You as an uncle
A teacher and confidant
You always showed concern
To have you back is what they want
You as a pawpaw
Always appear to be so strong
Always loving in your eyes
For Logan & Lucas, having you is what they long
You as a father
A superhero, our eyes fill with stars
Holding us with pride in your soul
You'll always be in our hearts although you seem so far
You as a husband
Caused frustration but still showed love
Leaving hope in her mind
She loves you, always watch her from above
You as a son
Not much time was spent
But appreciation you learned
To be with her is where you went
Now our eyes behold your pictures
Our minds contain your smile
Our memories hold your laughter
You'll be with us every mile
When harsh winds are blowing
We will lend and eager ear
In hopes to hear you speaking
Hear your voice that we hold dear
When it's dark and we feel frightened
We can close our eyes
And you'll be right there beside us
Our protector in the skies
In cherished and loving memory of my daddy: John L. Swinger
May you rest in peace, until we meet again
Love, Miranda M. Lambert
Originally written on : 02/12/2011 at 10:21 am
THE PROTECTOR OF THE UNAWARE
In the great hall walls sung with gold
Silk threads reflect the free fed fires
Stoked high to chase the brutal cold
From listeners as they crowded round
The winter nights wrapped round the thoughts
Of raging bold and timid weak
For in the starkness dark has bought
There is a time for Truth tho bleak
When hearts lie fallow with the fields
Awaiting musty earth's spring call
Tis time for dwelling in the past
And staunchly facing life's downfalls
Sometimes there stands a heartless man
Who forced a virgin maid astray
Fails to regret felonious act
That crushed her blooming life that day
But in the dead of winter's nights
When sleep flies shattered with the storm
The man without a conscience bite
Is grabbed as terrors round him swarm
Face of the lovely soiled—beguiled--
Sways not his faithless heart of stone
But fear that swallows light from stars
Swirls horror-- brands him man alone
No faithless heart cares where it cuts
No brutal lies attempt a balm
But vengeance blows upon the winds
To right the path of careless wrong
Sweet treasured is proud Nature’s prize
She guards the simple hearts born pure
Tragic to her when anguish cries
Sees evil treats them as obscure
Sweet are the innocent of earth
Fragile their hearts and tragic cares
They have a champion, though unknown--
Protector of the unaware
Victoria Anderson-Throop ©
1/1/13
Dreaming of pink flamingos, their beauty,
their bite…dreaming of flamboyant flamingos,
so close to shore; I’m in the ebb and flow.
Where has my protector gone as I regard
the flock; awash with blue sea foam.
Dreaming of their carrot necks; nibbling
the serenity of their stretch; dare I touch
the earth or sky, the sandy beach, question why.
Where has my protector gone as my eyes stray;
why am I pulled by the surf; do I dare mingle?
A sudden shock of night in the brightness of bed.
a solitary digit in the bird’s beak. confident that
my husband will save the day, but it’s not day.
The pressure put upon; I can still feel the squeeze
as I awake in the third strange room of the week.
My protector lies near me, oblivious of my plight.
I am the goddess of morning, protector of the dead.
I bring mercy to the hopeless crying from their bed.
My angel wings embrace them with sweet, quiet, peace.
I heal their minds and tortured souls. I give them release.
With gentle hands, I wrap their bodies with strands from my hair.
Though I come in darkness, reincarnation we will share.
I am the dark companion, life's necessary friend.
I am the unwelcome visitor, always there in the end.
I am "The lady of the Mansion," hiding in a dark room.
Waiting to help escort my friends to the dusty tomb.
Death and I always smile as we approach their home.
This is only a passage, one they don't travel alone.
I am the goddess of mourning, protector of the dead.
I am filled with compassion it has often been said.
Their friends will weep, mourn and say "I love you."
I will take their hand and guide them safely through.
Though some things are never as they should be,
I’ve always been there to comfort thee.
And, for years I’ve done all that I can,
With you as my woman, and me as your man.
We’ve always conquered bad times whenever they came near,
And they were never quite, as bad as they appeared.
The credit for the good times, I always gave to you.
And when bad times came along, we knew just what to do.
There have been some sad times, that we have been through,
But glad times always followed, all because of you.
So, whenever you feel threatened, should I be far away
I’ll always keep this promise, until my dying day.
Call me and I will come to you, and do just what I need to do –
To keep you safe and free from harm, and safely sheltered in my arms.
Written By John Posey
05/26/13
Dear Almighty!
I've lost the man
Whose rib you pulled out of him
And transformed it into me.
I've lost the protector of my life.
That special shield of mine
Is no where to be found.
My son, husband, the father of my babies
And the head of my family
Has disappeared into thin air.
The true friend I had,
The shoulder I'm supposed to lean on
When I cry,
Has gone missing.
What I see today
Is a rapist, murderer and a threat
To my life and the entire society.
Heavenly Father!
I know I am a sinner,
But please come join me in the
Search of my lost one.
quick! grab the soft rose
your hand now aching, bloodied
thorns unconsidered
life's dream isn't always what it suddenly seems in ice cream's melted hope
not when a yearning man is twisted; turning, churning curdles sweet milk sour
carnal captivity, the new little girl's horror, where slavery spreads her legs
life's little trick, survivals mindless instinct, plays it's vicious, ace in the heart card
a zygote's military resolve
an embryo doesn't consider
why
precious life somehow swims forth in a plastic, kiddie plunge
the wet nurse has no degree, but life hangs, by an umbilical balance
dreams are reality thwarted by circumstance
time bides, love does not divide, it grows feral strong with fowl gazes ever watching
forced sharing, twisted family time, memories remain, an anchor in deepest abyss
forward, for a daughter's faint, possible, distant. infinitely small, maybe someday
light, a pinprick, blind chance, endured, survived, conquered with love alone, hero
Amanda Berry:
"You've been looking for me;
Hurry, I'm free now!"
The Protector
The beauty lies beneath the catastrophe, a casualty our life does not have to be
Anger, fear and grudge, taking it out on innocent people, only God can judge
As the smoke wans, as the dust settles, a blanket of hope lays solitaire
beneath the ashes and rubble, there she lay wrapped tight as if she were in a
cocoon
Unharmed and untouched, the blankets protected the young
as if she were in the womb
I am my fathers son
I am my mothers daughter
Forged in Dragons Flame
Birthed in Neptunes Water
I hear the song of the Warrior
I dance to the warriors tune
I am known as the Healer
I am the guardian at high noon
How my eyes shine in the night!
In morning I soar with the sun
I belong to the First Born
My heart and the Goddess are one
The Wizard is my teacher
The Dragon is my friend
An Angel was my mentor
I will protect thee to the end
Damselfly wings take me in flight
Soaring over my Homeland
I run with the Wolves at night
When peril comes I will make my stand.
If darkness falls I will shine my light
I will covet thee and protect thee
With all my heart
With all my might
I am my fathers daughter I am my mothers son
I will bring the Healing Waters
With sword in hand
I battle till the day is won
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Thunder Being.... Great Protector
Thunder Being , ancient caretaker;
Create your storms , to serve our maker.
Spread your mighty wings across;
A troubled world of traditions lost.
Let dark clouds gather without hesitance;
So they may cover your very presence.
May lightning strike and thunder clap;
So none will hear your great wings flap.
In omnience , in the shadow of night;
Hover underneath the moon's light.
Watch over us with your keen eyes;
Avenge the wrongs , hear our cries.
And upon the light of a new day;
Just before you fly away.
As the sun arises in a sky of blue;
Please accept our offerings of gratitude.
Darlene Doll Smith ~ Cherokee
She is a loving friend
Who loves me without question
Till the End.
She keeps me safe
and sound
no matter where I'm found
She wards off attacks
without looking back
She fends off bears
without any cares
keeping me protected
She is my Bee
My loving Aussie
Who I keep Protected
Fourty six years since our lives collided,
on sand swept paths, mostly sunny, some blighted.
I was taking a hiatus from men.
You came to rent a room in my heart.
It wasn't open back then.
A struggling, single mom with a young son.
There wasn't much space for any other one.
I worked evenings and some times slept in.
You showed up unexpectedly, a stranger, not kin.
He was in his pj's with Tenie's unlaced,
opened our front door to your unknown face.
My son, my protector, all of three feet high,
inquisitively asked, "are you a bad guy?"
Fourty six years later, this still brings a smile.
He opened our door to so much more which
made this life worth while.
Strong gentle creature,
The eagle cares for its’ young;
Nature’s protector,
What defines Queen?
A question in my mind supreme;
No subject to betitled Kings;
A regality not bestowed by bling.
A Queen will match a King in strength;
But intelligence gives that subtle edge;
I mean this not to cause offense;
I look to natural evidence.
What inner strength must Queens possess;
To be unbending faced with this:
A world were men dictate and stress;
Where Nature constant screams "REDRESS!"
What worlds were saved as Queens engaged;
In lands so ravaged after plague;
War and disease unleash evil;
Which Queens both nurse and fight with skill.
As man's injustice cracks man's law;
Our Queens stand firm and shout "NO MORE!
I bore you life, through me you are,
My stake in life is to give care"
A Queen protects that nuclear;
For fickle males do disappear;
A Queen remains to bring repair;
Engender values we hold dear.
My Queen: my mother, sister, aunt;
You are a light where darkness haunts;
Take up your leading role and know;
That as a man I bow down low.
Iron umbrella,
Woman, your strong umbrella
Which resists strong wind and heavy rains.
So safe under this unchecked umbrella
You are always proud of this strong umbrella
You can lend much money to some freinds
But it impossible to lend your metal umbrella to your best friends even your biological sisters.
Why beautiful woman?
You think,
Thinking that
Lending your Iron umbrella one second,
Can cost your heart,
Even your entire life.
Avoiding loosing ,
Or big damage,
Or breaking heart,
You keep the metal umbrella jealously.
So nice , you love your metal umbrella so much,
Well done woman.
Man signed to protect woman
He can see death coming his side ,
And taking risk for his wife "lover, partner",
Yoooh , it is a nature.
Man takes care for a woman forever,
He will never complain for doing that,
Yoooh! It is a nature.
It is rarely to find a woman who can take
care for a man without telling
................This to her friends,
...................That to her neighbours,
......................These to her colleagues,
........................Those to her relatives.
.........................Complaining day and night
............................Yoooh! It is a nature.
A man is an IRON UMBRELLA of a woman he loves.
(Message: A man is the head of the house)
Poem written in December 01/2022
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris