Best Security Poems
Security Blanket
No chance of rain tonight,
No bogeyman, when I turn off the lights.
A phrase I found and adore with the warmth of your security.
You are the reason I attain true maturity.
I love when you lay down next to me,
Like the high tide of the sea,
You move all the warm emotions inside.
My arms are the comfort you use to seek and hide.
Your nestle holds a true rhythm that hums its own song~
Nothing comes close to breaking this precious bond~
A sweet cradle-song only I hear,
You play my grin, without the strings of a puppeteer.
My heartbeat needs its fix and drug,
Your sweet, charming smiles and hug,
Is all I need to succeed,
You are, my only creed!
A kiss, I give on your forehead,
Into a poet’s world where your blanket a dulcet lullaby,
my arms are your bed.
“Goodnight Sweet Child, Sweet Child of Mine!”
By; pd
The Butterfly Cocooned
Noon
Beneath higher twig tips,
my heart flutters
Near converging branches.
My cocoon
Rests
Mid-high the strength
and distinctive character
Of a gnarly tree. Embracing me.
This, my home…Cocoon.
Night.
This essential place,
Protecting
Above the swirling world,
Puzzling with its mixing motions
Of lights, colors, temperatures,
Until I think I shall just stay
In this cocoon
For all the days
of my brief forever.
I have grown able
To feel my heart flitter,
And my future hinting of more.
Secure herein my cocoon,
I debate with Life…
Staying here within,
Cocooned
Perhaps until I might learn
For its own brief time and purpose,
How each raindrop so proudly falls.
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(c) sally young eslinger 3/1/23
***written in response to my time with medical
Specialist & his presxribed treatment and diagnosis.
Thanks be to God…
The Social Security system
Is struggling to find a sound rhythm
If Grandpa survives
Past Age 65
Will Feds send a posse to kill him?
*For Deb's "There once was a man from Dunkirk" limerick contest
Thankfully Socialist Santa wasn’t elected,
because we now have a lovely wall being erected.
Given will be no free handout for the illegal masses,
and received will be no gifts of crime, drugs, and grasses.
Lights from above will twinkle from helicopters,
as tear gas will float to choke out the coughers.
Asylum seekers they surely are not,
the invaders will be rejected and never achieve the globalization they sought.
So, sleep in comfort and in peace dear little children,
Our wonderful president Trump keeps America secure and free from criminal invasion.
Our country sleeps well because the good gave a good fight,
so sleep well to all, and to all a good night.
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.
Sitting on the boundary, defending Pakistani border,
Not feeling alone as its Almighty Order,
Security the way I take Almighty Pleasure,
Face all troubles Don’t matter how Harder,
You the sword of nation, and country pride,
Chest you up brave heart, don’t sit aside,
Strive for success in the battle field,
Chase your enemy, don’t you Hide,
Protection of country lead You earn the Heaven Above,
Vaporize your passion like blazing stove,
Nothing is important then the worth of Homeland,
Give your best as you do in Love,
The honor, dignity and delight of Martyr,
Takes your soul so Higher,
As the pleasure of real success is Eternal,
So! Don’t evade, never give up, Not be Tire.
(Feel it alright as The Best Man do a Best Job as You! ! !)
Since that day, I find ways to cope,
behaviours and rituals to repeat,
the actions that help me sleep.
Before I go to bed I have to check that the door is locked,
the door is locked. The door is locked.
I know that if I don't check it I will be okay,
the world will not end, no-one will come in,
I am safe.
Yet,
every night I still have to check.
The door is locked, the door is locked, the door is locked.
It's funny the effect a person's actions can have on another.
Before the thoughts clouded your mind,
before you bowed to them,
I could fall asleep without the sound of the TV,
I could lower the lights,
I could dream, without the nightmares filling my head.
But now when I fall asleep, I check the door is locked.
It's locked. It's locked.
Will you form with me at the centre.? Any colonials
Good and true..'Will you stand? To confront tyranny?
Here there is a place for you.! all you will need is courage..
And the will to see it through..Will you stand and form
The centre? as they think we still can't do.? Have you seen
Their ramparts cracking? as Hoody drops truth bombs true!
As Jhonny rose to the challenge.' As Riccardo stepped
Up too.' As the cabal is shocked and shaken still i'm
Calling out to you.' As we are waking in the millions! There
Is will and there is right, will you support your neighbour?
Will you; stand up and fight? Will the A D F stand with us.?
Its your people who were hurt, your own fathers mothers
Brothers, they treat your sisters just like dirt.' They built
The concentration camps, and coerced our Aboriginal people
Too.' caring not for any human life, but lied through; their teeth
Right.. through.!
My poor old body is sagging,
My arthritic feet are dragging
My skin is dry, and my mouth
What has not gone west
It has now gone south
My memory is fading fast
I think I am living in the past,
The past is where I feel secure
I no longer feel security here.
When I think I'm going mad
I tell myself that won't be bad
Because in a psychiatric hospital,
There would be,
Hoards of people, just like me.
I don’t know about you but when my skies are gray,
I want to pull the covers over my head until they go away.
I want to stay tucked in safe where it’s nice and warm,
Where I can feel hidden away from any kind of harm.
If you’re looking for me that’s probably where I’ll be,
Just me and my handy book light in case I want to see.
Yes underneath the blankets is where I’ll find new attitude,
Especially on those nights when you’re sleeping in the nude.
Put candy in World War 1 rations
oh no!, if our enemies. . .
And National Security factions. . .
Did classify, those actions!
Just before the really Big One
Sold all our cars and trucks
To the Land of rising sun
Dammit, classify, classify the son'.
Then when we fought the conflict,
The Public has mostly forgotten,
when we spelled conflict as inflict,
Classify the doc, and restrict.
Then the Cold War went to code red,
Clamoring generals thought us dead,
And said blow Evil Empire to dark ages
But mistake, almost buried us instead
Then lost a nuke off Carolina ,
With thousands dead egg on our face,
Took over Myrtle nothing is finah
Pres said classify and bury in case
“Cream Pie”.
We never took a chance,
We wouldn’t make the time.
And I just didn’t care if you were mine?
No now you’re here,
and now I'm there.
You took his love, and his name,
then you married him, to get out of the rain.
And I just don’t care, is there something wrong?
With me?
You’re with him now,
but you can’t say, why?
and he dirties up, the floor,
smearing greasy fingers on decaffeinated walls
and down the hall, the road is overgrown,
all your butterflies have died.
Your river of love, has run dry,
I never said hello,
You never said… goodbye.
And we danced through the
And we danced through a dream.
I've lost all your letters.
I'm staring at the calendar on the door?
Cheap wine burns holes in my memories.
Climbing the walls with my fingernails.
But I just keep falling down,
again, and again, blood smears,
no tears on the ceiling…
I feel your burning embers,
A storm in the distance.
I don’t know what to say as, I walk through the sunset,
the darkness into the rain, again.
When the raging river, runs free,
and the wildfires have died,
you'll have no love,
and you'll have no pride,
Wake me up from this dream,
Only then will I eat… your cream pie….
in the rain.
I wanna eat your cream pie,
in the rain.
Written for Diane S Tar??.
Its also written about you..
(c) London F. Buss
Security at the Hen House
All around the peaceful barn yard
everyone’s sleeping while I’m on graveyard
watching for the shrewd fox dude
Cock-a-doodle-doo! I spew
Time all lazy diehards to punch your card
Old Owl who….oting in the hayloft flew
Rooster, you steer us with no clue
you just want brew some sugars
from the crew of lookers
Yay or Nay ? Then bid them adieu
Oh! Hush! Old Owl with your who.. hoot
Shoo… I’ll mute your hoot with a boot
let that shrewd fox dude
substitute you for stew food
The Old Owl left with a who…ot
3/8/2016
Poetry Contest : Back To The Barnyard -
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
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.
We act according to our fears.
Afraid of failure, terrified of victory finding refuge within the tears.
We sacrifice the chances of success for the certainty of death.
We weigh the risk before deciding, we dismiss the chance when it’s in our odds.
The world is full of danger, failure stories - we just want security.
Security, even as an illusion is better than doubt and terror.
We perpetuate our child's position on the social ladder for fear of losing another step.
We want like everyone else no less, we will not risk for more.
We are safe as sheep in a herd. Sharing our faith.
Independent thinking is peeled away step by step, with no room for creative thinking in the herd.
We Reduce the field of view so that we won’t see the outside world.
We are the sheep’s
.
We explore all the possibilities and decide as per interest
We are not afraid of failure. He who does not lose will not know how to win.
We're just learning from mistakes.
We know how to recover from a fall and return a punch for every slap.
To be honest we also feed on sheep.
We think independently and are not subject to any whim or regulation.
We choose the path of our lives and do not live the path set for us.
We love ourselves and sometimes too much.
We are privileged. Not by faith, by choice.
we are kings and the sheep are subjects.
Is there anything better than a subject who thinks he is a master?
We strive to live the dream.
We are the wolves.
Fear is not a stranger; we have walked many pats side by side.
We know the sense of security in being a part of the crowd.
We too have painted poverty in the colors of modesty, sacrifice, and family ...
We painted our failures with the shade of self-pity.
We lied to ourselves and believed. We believed cause were afraid.
We were afraid because we knew that we were not blind.
We chose to be blind.
As we opened our eyes we saw.
Once we saw it, we understood. When understood it's easy to improve.
We are the wolves in the skin of a sheep, and we are not tampered with.
For all the sheep who want to be wolves and do not know how to open their eyes.