1974 and the Guardian newspaper
On a ship, where I was employed, docked
In Lisbon, a few days after the Carnation Revolution
The air was full of anticipation
I took a double-decker bus to the town center
A throng of cheerful people filled the narrow streets
At a paper stall, pornographic mags had moved in
getting the most out of newfound freedom
I ate Fesjoada tras montania (bean stew), drank
a bottle of Sagres beer, and later walked around
streets, but with so much noise, I bought
The Guardian newspaper, which I thought was
a harbinger of the truth
Back then, The Guardian was a fresh, brave paper,
These days, it is rather staid in the political line
pro-American, but it is still a better paper
than the Ghastly "Sun" and the Sunday papers
I still read that paper online, which has good art pages
But politically, we parted ways a long time ago
The Guardian
A glittering gig for Gaza
must have been great for the participants
From the middle drawer came
stars given a chance to gloriously dress
music, dance, and even poetry read
dramatic words, suitable attire, and
Don't forget how they applaud themselves
One does not like to spoil the party
But what difference does it make so late
in the day with a hundred thousand
dead children under ruins.
One wonders if the newspaper that
reported this feast, has a sense of shame
Killick
Sailing across the voyage of life
Amidst witty wilful waves of trials
Often subdued with wicked wily spells of pains
Buffeted below the belt by wild woeful winds
Faith ever serves me as my killick
Never lets my boat run astray
Day and night holds me to the shore
Averts my drifting against rocks of despair
Holds me firm during tempestuous gales
Secures me during winters of distress.
When darkness of night veils my life
When hands of fate deal me massive blows
When clouds of loneliness enrol me
When the low tide subdues my spirit,
The killick, as a guardian angel,
Softly whispers in my dainty ears
To gaze at the heavens with flame of faith high
Comforts me its vigil will outlast my breath
And it will keep me company till judgment day
When my soul reaches the celestial sky.
A Newspaper
Once upon a time, the Guardian was a famous newspaper
it was democratic, to a certain extent, and readers are
invited to give their view, but with moderation and niceness
If not, they would politely ban the regressor
When the paper was famous, it was a bit left-wing, but always ready to see the other point of view
It was pro-Israel, defending Palestinian artists' rights
while overlooking as long as possible, the utter brutality
of Israeli politics against, say, Palestinians
The fact that the Guardian has been able to change is its
ability to alter its stands, yet holding to their journalistic
who are not left-wing, except for some of them who
Thanks to nature and time, they have wings.
Today, the Guardian is no longer a newspaper; it is more
like a color magazine dedicated to true sex stories shies
not away from lesbianism and what we now call gayness
It caters to a younger middle class, employed in, I think
show business, or the media, with titles like TV analyst
Or a researcher of AI, who will one day make all of them
out of work
When I get up in the morning, I drink a cup of coffee and
For entertainment, read the Guardian
sweet angel
watching over us ~
feeling safe
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I wonder, yes I wonder,
how many angels do we have in a lifetime?
They say,
we each have a guardian angel watching over us.
I wonder, yes I wonder,
if some angels are in training?
Do they need to earn their title,
with on the job training?
Then we have,
Our Better Angels.
The ones we can count on through thick and thin.
The ones that will always be there,
there when we need them the most.
I send a huge Thank You to you,
my better angels.
Thank you guardian angels, for being a bright light through this life, like the stars in the sky you shine so bright.
Thank you always for being kind, for sending thoughts of positive energy when down, like rain, you wash away and make a new path.
Thank you for the many unseen love influences you have sent, like the energy flowing all around.
Thank you for helping to prevail, when struggling through this life on the way home to heaven, may we all see our way there.
Lifting thank you to God, to all the angels that work for the good of the world.
May we bow down in love and prayer to God to bless us with power to overcome all life’s struggles.
May this day the power of positive prayer and good intentions, be spread around us all.
Continue to guard us all the way home. 444
Let us unite the children of God, and pray that we all see the light. 333
A wild unpredictable stormy night
Harsh wind squeals through window panes
Random deafening claps of thunder
Lightning illuminates the night sky again
Disgruntled angry waves crash loudly
Heavy rain pounds on the roofs slate tiles
Mother nature is enraged tonight
Unrelenting , unforgiving , hostile
Inside the walls of the old stone cottage
A sacred wood fire blazes bright
Radiating great warmth and infinite comfort
Providing sweet solace as Guardian of the night
king benevolent
zeus in all his glory
mighty guardian
Daily duties done to suit the King.
His benevolence soothes over everything.
We serve with joy but He calls us Friends
Adopted to be a daughter or son,
Our hearts, minds and wills He has won.
Jesus, Son of God shows The Way
In His family forever to stay.
They are preparing a New Earth and a home.
Soon they will manifest, we no longer roam.
Now, in faith, we settle there
In peace and blessing fair
For Guardian Angels really do exist
As with them into God's army we enlist.
Threads of Thoughts
threads of thoughts
ever trail my mind
as a companion
that never leaves me lonely
as I stroll along
the corridors of life
in the stillness of solitude
in the midst of the multitude
at the break of dawn
during sunshine of the day
in the dim shadows of twilight
and darkness of night
as a moment without thought
I cannot be myself.
threads of thoughts
ever stand by my side
as a guardian
surveying my ins and outs
all along my journey
counselling me
on the road ahead
in search of my goal in life
as without them
I would be like a ship
without a captain
that will sail in the wide sea
without knowing
at which port to land
Matthew 18:10 KJV
"Take heed that ye despise not one of these little ones; for I say unto you, That in heaven their angels do always behold the face of my Father which is in heaven."
When you have done all
Everything you can
Recall the One who
Can do what you can't
God will care for you
When we are born
Assigned to each
An Angel Guard
Theophany
Father's face
We can't see
High enceinte
Our own
Soldier
Saint
Long ago, there were two guardians, a moon guardian and a sun guardian.
One day, they met at a changing post and instantly fell in love.
Each time they met, they spoke, laughed, and shared secrets under the shifting skies.
Their love grew stronger, and they longed to be together always,
To share each other's joy, pain, and happiness.
Defying the ancient rules, they crossed the forbidden wall,
Causing an eclipse—the strongest and longest one ever seen.
But in their union, tragedy struck:
One guardian lost the sight in an eye, blinded by too much light.
From that day, the Sun’s guardian decreed
That they could never meet again.
With heavy hearts, the Moon’s guardian agreed
You may ask, "But what happened with the two guardians?"
... well, they had to say goodbye.
You have been gone for a while
Leaving a void of emptiness
Difficult to fill and contend with
All around me your presence looms large
Your beautiful face lulls me to sleep nightly
I see you every morning as I wake up
Your sumptuous lips whisper into my ear
Courageous words of determination
To keep hunters of destiny at bay
When trapped in the midst of danger in the day
Your angelic presence rescues me from the fray
And wherever I go you are sure to follow
Where then do I go from your presence my love?
No where my darling
For you are my guardian Angel
Always close to me and ready for battle!
.
“Bella
Mine
Missing rib”
Her eyne
mine witness’d
Az she stared
Into the heavens
Piercing the sky’z blue
"shhh"
She whispered
and He
Answered
With
Thunder
“Bella”
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