Guarded Poems

Guarded

I'm lost in a riddle of answers. 
They never seem to find my prayers.
Drowning in an ocean of conclusions, 
my ship set adrift somewhere.
Basking in the light of delusion,
the world gets lost in there.
Grounded in thoughts 
that I get to choose when.
To give back the light
 I was once given.

Grateful and Guarded

I hold you like a fragile flame,
A gift so rare, it has no name.
Each moment with you feels divine,
Yet fear whispers, "This isn’t mine."

Your laughter lights the darkest skies,
A truth reflected in your eyes.
But as I bask in all you give,
I tremble at the life I live.

What if my love, so fierce, so strong,
Could somehow steer us both to wrong?
What if the weight of all I feel
Becomes the hand that breaks the seal?

You’re the dream I dared not chase,
A haven found, a sacred place.
And yet I fear this fragile thread
Could fray beneath the words unsaid.

So I’ll tread softly, step with care,
For love like ours is rich, yet rare.
Grateful always, but wary too—
Afraid of losing all of you.

orange tree guarded womans fantasies

orange tree guarded the woman’s fantasies daily
She visited him often with her pony dog Bailey
sometimes they would drag along a yellow duck
He had a hoarse weird bark, that was no cluck.

The woman sat under orange tree and plotted fine.
Sometimes she wrote a page, other times a line.
Her giant yellow cat would play beside her with his mouse.
The rodent was purple, and lived inside their house.

Orange tree felt respected by these five.
They liked to frolic, play, joke, and dive.
under his shade, which made him feel special indeed.
He was grateful to the woman, for planting his seed.

I Have Been Chained At the Bottom of the Swamp Guarded By Black Angels

At the bottom I can hear his words barely grasping the hand of reality and gravity As he speaks atoms split I feel urticating. For I spit into a white void I am reborn and remade.

Behind Guarded Gates

A boy plays behind guarded gates,
unaware of what fate awaits.
And a chilly wind sways the trees,
whistling with every feisty breeze.

Pointing to a jet in the sky,
he's mesmerized as death streaks by.
And when you snatch him up to run,
the earth erupts bright as the sun.

A siren warns of an attack,
the air explodes, and all turns black.
And you wake from a numbing sleep,
racked by pain, and begin to weep.

Opening your eyes, the sky's gone,
total darkness erased the dawn.
And your ears ring painfully loud,
buried under a smoking shroud.

Reaching out, you encounter death;
your child is without pulse or breath.
And a piercing pain stabs your soul,
your son lies dead here in this hole.

Air and sound rush in together,
but all you smell is burnt leather.
For in times of war, hope can't rise,
what is life; when your whole world dies?


(Rhyme)


02/09/2023

Guarded Heart the Peace of God--My Spokenword Word

I have a protector soldier for my soul 
I have a Shepherd who comes back
 when I'm one sheep alone 
I have a savior who comes for me
 I am confident in this 
I believe and my daddy He will come to my aid
Always
 and my daddy when I leave me alone or strays
 and my daddy he will guard my heart for my daddy is the peace of God

It is raining yet he's my covering
 my dad is not complaining 
He loves me so and my daddy transcends all 
All understanding and my daddy is God
 always my heart for the peace of God 
He transcends all understanding and my Father God 
with God my heart and mind always He's my comforter 
When I am in distraught and wrath He embraces me 
When I 
When I need caressing He's my ever-appointed  anointed blessing 
And He loves me and through in and around my heart
 I have a guarded heart protected by the Father in Jesus 
Guarded heart the peace of God
 ALWAYS

1/25/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023

Sam Guarded the Pumpkin Patch

Sam guarded the pumpkin patch with a friendly face.
Someone crushing produce, Sam would put in their place.
Gardeners stepped carefully when they chose their jack.
Sam’s guardianship had a certain crack of a knack.

Where is Sam? Asked a black cat who did not know.
Sam is the largest pumpkin, next to farmer’s hoe.
Just try to step on a gourd or pumpkin, and you will see.
Suggested a devious witch whose name was Fiddle Dee Dee.

Dis-Guarded-

Deeply, dangerously, 
daringly, darkly
defiantly, deadly
deftly, dumbly

disgustingly dis-guarded

10/8/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2020

Hidden Ruins Guarded By Faeries

Deep in the forests of Galloway and Kielder, there is a hush.
Secrets hidden in the form of moss-covered steps………shush!
The silent ruins are not well known by most; confidently hidden.
Camouflaged by ivy, and woods, faeries sense them, well bidden

I had no knowledge of them until I was adopted by the fey.
They brought me to Scotland and Ireland, and showed me the way.
When the secure unknown that used to be known was revealed
An instant connection, my soul recognized their secret battle field.

As I walked up the steps, with the faeries, elves and gnomes at my side,
I saw what the elements had done, understood why these treasures must hide.
Reincarnation is feared by some, terrifies a large part of the masses.
Yet my “knowing without knowing how I knew” pranced in my brain classes.

My imagination at full tilt, I went from Galloway to Kielder, in a hushed state.
The reverence needed, the honor of being included, made me feel first rate.
I understood much more about Scotland and Ireland, the land of my kin.
These ruins are not easily seen. The faeries and goblins decide if you get in.

Guarded Thoughts

Guarded by God’s truth, my thoughts* are free for sharing...reaching-out the thieves.

*Philippians 4:8 Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things. 

December 27, 2019
1st place, "A Thief who Steals your Thoughts" Monoku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Bobby May; judged on 12/29/2019.

Golden Rule

My Golden Rule
Is don't assume
To know what folks
Are going through 
Or who they are
Because you spoke a few
Times what they choose to divulge to you 
Doesn't paint the total View of them
And yes I may shoot the s*** 
But don't confuse 
Me hitting my social cues
I'm supposed to use
So I don't seem rude 
As offering insight
Into how I live life
Because it won't be true
That's only told to few
Those that choose
To open there hearts
To every soul that moves
Are overdue
To have it broke in two

Guarded Door

They guard the door to keep it shut tight
Lest the monsters kept in the closet escape at night
If they looked inside they’d face their true test
Seeing nothing but the emptiness threatening the rest they get from securing the monsters in their domain
For securing nothing but emptiness does nothing to feed the vain

So don’t look inside, listen to the lore from your passed-down lord
Telling you to guard the door forevermore
So nobody looks inside to find 
Their fathers died in a worthless war
If that door weren’t there you’d see nothing but stale air 
But its presence lets you see the monsters you dream are there.

Guarded Heart

"Grabbing ahold of my feelings with outstretched arms
Clutching it with my fists and throwing them in a cage
Locking away the poison eating me from the inside
Ropes that pulled around my neck the stronger the belief
Just an inch closer would've strangled me from no air
Hopes of ever letting them free would blind my eyes
Too bright to light up a room or be maintained 
Shadowless environments exist only in books, 
Our story ending covered in shadows, darkness everywhere
Expectations of our future began to go off script
Elegant furniture decomposed to burnt food, 
Photographs of laughing faces started rotting
Giving my heart a pair of soldiers with guns in hand
Keeping watching of all suspenseful actions trying to break in 
Holding a password, waiting for cues to let people in
Guarding my heart from every word, and every touch
Never to be infected again with that kind of poison"

Guarded By My Purpose of Existence

The hands grabbing you tightly will never go unlock
the thoughts of losing you, liquefy the reasons of my living
my competitions of your love has strengthen
but my heart’s stamina's now much more than that of
immigrating birds, flying through thousands of miles.

I’m alive solely to cast my existence
under the shadow of your happiness.
I’ve grown to be able to see through
the little window of your inside world
even when covered with heavily painted curtains.
I’m learned just to perfect the act of treating you right
and I was born to passionately take good care of you.

The free gravitational pull from the gigantic water fall
dignifies pleasure to combat risk, hands down.
Sitting on the already moving roller coaster
despite being dynamic on uniquely thin ropes,
create risky uncertainties, galvanizing the enjoyment.
Such is the power of your love, scanned out of your heart.
A soul I’ve found, a heart I’ve captured 
and such a lovely body I’ve personally trade-marked
confined into one being is a treasure I will never let go.

In That Room, We Planted Love's Sweet Bloom Guarded

In That Room, We Planted Love's Sweet Bloom Guarded


In that room, we planted love's sweet bloom guarded.
Highest hopes at any cost were sworn a love not lost
Cautionary tales about love's travails disregarded,
As future shadowy beast waited our love to accost.

In secret, cleverly hidden dark of night beast waited
Powerful and patient in darkest shadows it dwells; 
For that moment- to strike deep the love it so hated
Thus send two true lover's souls into caverns of hells.

With its power cutting romantic flows of love's streams
Beast sent our lives into deep dives of troubled waters,
We never again to find depths of our fantastic dreams,
Love's realm once we welcomed, now we are but squatters!

What was once the beauty of our love now rests in tatters.
Fate decrees, deeper misery seas and only that matters!

R.J. Lindley
May 9th, 1987

NOTE- An old sonnet that had note written-"To be edited"..
PRESENTED WITH NO EDITS as I now think it needs none...
And no ten syllable count adhered to.

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