Protected Poems

Admit One

When I dare to go deep inside

I get scared at what I might find

It’s not that I loathe myself

But I fear that if I expose myself

Nothing will ever be the same

 

When I go to that sacred space

Where no soul has ever dared to peer

A place where I long retired the key

I fear that once that door has opened

All will be in vain

 

When I go past that protected entry

I know that you are curious to see

It’s not that the sunlight will scorch you

I fear that the rivers might drown you

So that you no longer remember my name

Protected

In the midst of all evil, all you've ever seen, 
I have protected you behind the scene,
As the world gets darker, and the light grows dim, 
Your faith in me will grow deeper, fear cannot win, 
Remember the reasons and your loving intent,
I will hold you during the times you see the opposite effect, 
Know your placement is on purpose, and let your heart be still, 
Look directly in my eyes all the time, and focus on my will,

The Environment Protected

     'A land of milk and honey' *
       not to be exploited for money

     Goats and sheep were banned
       from grazing and ruining the land

     Bearded Sages, the environment protected
       the profit motive summarily rejected


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     *Numbers 14:8; Deuteronomy 31:20.
       The Talmud records the ban on 
       goats, whose milk Ancient Israel
       was 'flowing with.'

You Protected Me

Your heart had many faces, some you hid very well,
You taught me how not to divulge, to save me from judgements hell,
Instead you put on a mask, silently siding with them,
To hide your hearts intentions, but that was then,
I never got offended, because I understood the confusion,
The pressures you had to endure in the face of this illusion,
You did what you thought was right considering where you were at,
What you didn't realize is who you were really protecting! What do you think about that?,
Your ego back then ran the show, and that was not the friendship I wanted,
So I walked away because I knew it would break my heart before it even started...

Mr Crows Protected Tree

Unlovable opinionated Mr. Crow struts around like he owns the town
We love seeing him, he is always in a blue mood, his beak in a frown.
He owns the largest oak tree if you ask the other birds and me.
The rest of the crows dare not land on Mr. Crow’s protected tree.

The Cycle 5: Protected

Abusive rotations percolate
down; broken and cast away.
Warmth brightens in a moment.
Snapping heat darkens the next.
Even cooling age brings distant rage.
No escape from the Mighty God.
Hands cast out; reaching and grabbing.
Stones thrown in envious desire,
smash into hopeful façades.
Smooth faces burgeoning with life;
cast back into fiery birth.
Bright youth broken by wretched pain.
Hot, cracked, and without love.
Only shielding brother brings hope,
The Usurper; hated rival. Amassed;
gravitating influence challenging.
Absorbing spiteful stones of sterility,
a protector circling; back scarred,
power balances in the system.
Abused by their wretched God.

feeling loved and protected

the Bohemian fortune teller smiled.
her dancing amber eyes were beautiful.
You have a spirit guide who loves you very much, she said.
She wants you to “hold on tightly to your dreams”.
My mother often said this to me.
I could not stop crying, feeling loved, honored and protected.

mr crows protected tree

Unlovable opinionated Mr. Crow struts around like he owns the town
We love seeing him, he is always in a blue mood, his beak in a frown.
He owns the largest oak tree if you ask the other birds and me.
The rest of the crows dare not land on Mr. Crow’s protected tree.

Elected and Protected Horn Haiku

when he was selected
eventually elected
to be protected

many things deny
of tissue need fresh supply
when she will cry and cry

when she wore pants suit
would have cost a lot of loot
bull she likes to shoot

what I must admit
from the scene he soon did split
when he had to quit

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Life

Some Day
We all will pass,
Through time’s immortal glass.

Life is but three trillion to one.
A magnificent gift.
To all who’ve won

A treasure trove 
Of endless possibilities,
Mindful responsibilities. 

To be cherished,
To be nourished,
Not perished.

Not to be taken,
Neither forsaken, 
But to be awakened. 

To be respected,
And protected;
Not neglected.

Mothers of mankind,
Give us peace,
Give us tranquility and serenity. 

Bury our unkind deeds
Under mountains of seeds,
Our hearts do bleed.

Your one chance,
Make it dance.
Rejoice,
Rejoice in your Life.

Protected

Protected

I have a military compound
With barbed wire and  
“No entry” signs all around
My heart
And am not ready 
To start 
To change my habits 
Or take things apart.
My routines are calming and steady, 
Though people say I’m a bore
I feel comfortably numb and secure
With the four locks on my door.
And if I have to brave the storms outside 
Where I feel unprotected and unsure,
I keep my eyes focused on the floor 
And know I can hide
Behind a mask and be safely obscure.

© Sangeet Portals, 01.2023

Stay Protected Or Will Become Infected

Horn haiku for this evening.

should stay protected
or will become infected
as was expected

Protected

Storm clouds drifting across a dark sky 
Torrential rains destroying lives 
Waters drowning memories 
I fall on my knees with 
a heartfelt prayer 
Suddenly I 
see the sun 
glad I 
won

Your Protected

When there is danger detected
My friends and family are protected
From any harm that comes there way
Nothing will ruin their day
I will always use my heart
Letting love out to depart
All the sorry they endure
One thing they will know for sure
They'll never be alone with fear
I'll shield them with loving care

Protected By Grandma Nora

Prayer in the form of a lullaby washes over the nursery
Quintessential feelings of hope, love and joyful expectation
The baby feels beloved, reposing into his relaxed happy emotions.
We hear it on the baby’s monitor and freeze. Who is singing?

Locking eyes, we jump from the table and run up there.
Slowly open the door. The baby is fast asleep; there is no music.
My husband and I look at our son; he is a live doll, all cuddled up.
His tummy breathing in and out rapidly, his eyelashes remarkable.

What do you think it was? My husband whispers.
I know who it was. It was my grandmother’s song; my song.
The one she sang to me when I was a baby. Nora is here, I tell him.
She must be Jerry’s guardian angel. My husband smiles and winks.

We go back to the kitchen, the song is coming through the monitor.
A song of love, a song of expectation, a song of pure joy and wonder.
We do not go back up, for we know that our baby is in the best hands.
Surrounded by the ethereal arms of an angel, my grandma Nora.

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