Long Protector Poems
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When we come to it,
This dark night, black night
When our stars have finished
Weeping for our poor lives,
Moon and sun who once
Lived on this earth
Continue to climb ladders
In search of new galaxies,
Our illuminations waste away
Like the fickle desert dunes.
When we have failed the earth,
Turned our back on humanity,
Forgotten we are all each other have,
When will we realise the death of our Earth?
The carpets of tress where magicians walk
Across the land are torn off,
And our waters’ eyes are splashed with black oil,
This body, this mother Earth
Is a temple that requests
The adoration of pristine jewels
The gentle care that a child requires
And the protector of this land is us,
You and Me.
This mind is both a sword and healer
The magic rests within our heart chasms
That can unleash true change,
True revolution.
Tortured by the looming death,
Beloved, a mother… in hospice care
Difficult for her to understand, she breathed
A prayer, silently begging the Creator to give her
Another day, another smile, another mile
With the soul who she’d always known
As mom – her friend, her protector and
Deep down, the blessing that had been more
Than just a mom…
She’d been a piece of her own heart,
A part of her dream – a miracle of love,
A sigh from God above reminding her
That there is love beyond her understanding,
Love that is forever – love that is always
With her, preparing and guiding – silencing
The doubts and fears, wiping away the darkness,
The tears – with a beautiful beyond compare,
A wonderful that abides, even in the air
When there is a heart who loves beyond measure
A heart she’ll forever treasure, a heart who knows
She is only one soul, but she is worthy of this love
That only God could have sown in her soul,
A love, a compassion – that is part of His everlasting
Tortured by the looming death,
The gentlest person she’s ever met,
The part of her heart that she longs to keep
With her, forever with her… still, she knows
She must let go so this woman she loves
Can move to her home in the sky,
Where she will never die… eternal life
Where her soul will live on, never really gone
Because to HIM, she belongs, like a song
Sung to the heart who believes, in time
There will be a reunion that is beyond beautiful
It will be a gathering of hope, faith and love
A meeting of souls who were sent here to find
The meaning of life is written in the skies
It abides inside where only the silence shows
The wonder of forever… praying for the grace
To abide in God’s presence, loved more than the stars,
More than the sun… with a love that can’t be outdone
This is a love that comes from God’s only SON!
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.
He was a fancy farm rooster always
prunin’ and preenin' his feathers for show
But man could that rooster wake up the dead
when he puffed his chest and let out a crow
He was the king of the barnyard for sure
struttin’ around just like he owned the place
Any time a critter would get too close
Barney would go after them in a chase
He'd peck at the legs of the big critters
poke the small ones right on top of the head
If' a young rooster try to challenge him
them long spurs of his just might leave them dead
All them hens would go scratchin’ and cacklin’
as they went sashaying about the farm
Each hen knew as did the animals too
with Barney there they won’t come to no harm
One morning my wife was gathering eggs
I heard a ruckus I couldn't believe
Barney was chasing my wife cross the yard
was the funniest thing I'd ever see'd
Old Barney was a mighty good rooster
none better for taking care of the coup
But I do have to tell you all something
Barney made a mighty fine chicken soup
Let that be a lesson to you cowboys
you might think that you're a running the land
But step out of line and you're gonna find
who's really holding the reigns in their hand
Love does not retreat,
Stands firmly a pillar!
Protector of the fold --
Defends, fiercely harbors --
Soul’s physician and
Healer – love, before
The first heartbeat and
Will carry into eternity
Come our sphere’s final.
Love is lavishly devoted.
Serves a higher nature while
Keeping compassion for man’s
Lesser --
Blossoms,
Attracts and
Elevates, a concentrated messenger
Of Divine Presence infinitely evolving
Purest manifestation --
The crucifixion, a cruel example!
Christ~ Love’s perfect personification!
Universal love, creation’s ever expanding
All-Mighty Physical/Spiritual Objective --
When everything else fails, love will be
There to pick up man’s calamity
Pieces. Creator and redeemer. Love is always
And forever. Both Captor and Liberator.
I haven't many
Let me explain
A friend
Someone I adore
Someone, I treat as my sister
Someone, I trust
Someone, I can depend on
Someone, that confides in me
As I in them
Someone that lasts forever
Someone who is not afraid
To tell me when I am wrong
Someone I consider
A priceless treasure
A friend unique
A delight
An awesome companion
A loyal brother
Friend as I said, I haven't many
But I can rest assure
I have one
Honest Friend
He is known by many
To some he is known as JESUS
To others he is called LORD or GOD
To the Israelites
To the hebrews
To the Jews
He is called YAHAWAH
To the Rastafarians
He is known as JAH
You got to agree
My friend is SPECIAL
But to me
My friend is three in one
He is my Redeemer
My Rod
My Shield
My protector
My overall guardian
Groom and my first and last lover
You see as I said before
I have only one true friend
Which I quite ADORE
Now would you agree
That a friend
Is indeed a treasure
That cannot be measured.
I wish she had the spy glass to my heart
so I wouldn't have to declare love daily
I wish she would perceive my thoughts
She'd know how much i sincerely care
I wish we were always together...
because i always miss her so much
I wish we had the spy glass earlier....
the future is never a mirage nowadays
and the window keeps opening..
I keep communing with one in the past
Yet i have her in the present...
I broke the spy glass
out of a grudge with my beloved
the donkeys work no more..
and the people are awe struck
The time portal keeps opening
and we are ever communing
ever seeing the future..
Protector you keep changing
i have heard it said.. you're a
brother of the church... Seer.
Lewis Nyaga
Our God is bountiful because the dove alights,
saturates, as if oiling our joints, softening the countenance,
our hands and feet that bear our cross.
My God bestows gifts, different than silver and gold,
yet worth more than those, more than pearls;
friendships gained, souls won.
My God sees all my troubles and sorrow. Compassionate,
protector, deliverer, footprints in the sand.
Promises are made that the churl will find no bounty,
the vile no penance when the reaper comes.
But our God prepares a table in their presence.
At our feet, a bounty of golden streets,
the fruitage of the tree of life, the glory glory glory
chorus of God’s throne.
Like the milk and honey of the earth’s breast,
are God’s provisions. Like a rock, out of which
water rushes, in the nick of time.
Peace like a river, overflows in harm’s way.
He spurs his angels, heavenly
and in the form of friends, oftentimes
gifts a serendipitous glue.
Liberal in bestowing gifts
Liberal in bestowing favor
Plumage of petals, morningtide chirping,
ebb and flow of pink sand and turquoise sea.
The bishop of our souls, the Savior-son,
the sacrificial provision of torn flesh and blood,
the cruel bounty that bestows beauty for ashes,
gladness in place of mourning;
instead of despair, the apparel of praise.
Our God is bountiful because…
Our Bountiful God Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
10/26/2020
Bujas entered the divisional intelligence office having very important business
business of national importance touching on high level national security issues.
so he was volunteering to be of the much needed help maybe help halt the bombs
and kabooms hitting his beloved city.. the copper looks a him in a certain way that
that suggested we don't deal with vigilantes only trained officers
Abujas left... saying behind sealed lips the officer hearing it none the less
your loss not mine.. my mother land weep on.. for your protector lacks in..
lacks in skills good enough to become a protector.. yet next day they sent
summoned for him to give them an enlightening lecture.. let hope the bombs
belong to the past year for we now have the good will of the vigilante
Pistol service guy made Abujas to leave in a huff.. only to recall the silver star
awarded vigilante... such are the happenings at the pistol service gatherers...
of Intel prohibited by law to act on the Intel.. yet their emblem a pistol in-circle
akin to throwing a stone in the bush failing to hit a bird and scarring a squirrel
Lewis kay
pmc, dpmg
this is the story
About a boy from New York city
Injured by an accident wounded by chemicals
They were radioactive
What's the matter???
In those injuries
He was blinded
His dad was a prize fighter
This city so evil
It needed a hero
What's the matter???
Where is Daredevil?
Crimes all around
Evil abounds
Police can't handle it
The Big Apple under target
This city so evil
It needed a hero
What's the matter???
Where is Daredevil?
Matthew Murdock
Self-claim protector
Of Hell's Kitchen
He's on a mission
To serve the public
Crimes all around
Evil abounds
Police can't handle it
The Big Apple under target
Tho! He's now blind
He's not blind sited
What's the matter???
Police can't handle it
The Big Apple under target
Hell's Kitchen burning
New York needs a hero
What's the matter...
Here comes DAREDEVIL...
the Man without Fear
11/13/17
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.