The globe is a shrubbery we must safeguard like our own world,
World of women’s physiques with un-upkept in between,
In-between growing huge shrubs untended and jamboreeing silent bugs,
Bugs spread as weeds when a savannah of hair buckskins the sun.
Sun vanished in thickets can distress the peace of hubbies,
Hubbies ramble like agrarians looking for grounds that respire with health,
Health produces where spotless rivers run and razors clear the trail,
Trail through the wasteland teaches that shaving is pruning.
Pruning protects both soil and skin from pungent shade,
Shade over basins or over women offers unseen diseases,
Diseases cautions us that negligence of earth rears regret,
Regret dwindles when we shield every allotment with affection.
Affection describes such a woman who never weeds her land,
Land producing human beings should not be that bushy,
Bushy and causing it smelly, a condition able to generate germs,
Germs that spoil the body and the feelings that repel lovers.
Poem by Mugisho T.N
He says we're just friends,
But if I don’t Talk for a single day,
He grows restless,
searching for my voice or my text.
When I rest my head upon his shoulder,
His hand finds my cheek, gentle and caring,
—As if protecting something precious.
When he takes my hand in his,
It feels like an unspoken promise,
—A quiet vow lingering between our fingers.
As we walk together, the world slows down,
And the destination seems far away,
As if time itself wears a crown.
—As if Universe itself conspires to keep us near.
He says we’re just friends,
But sometimes, it feels like more.
It feels like he loves me—not as a friend,
But as a man loves a woman, deeply, wholly.
Yet still, he says we’re just friends...
—Beloved
—And I wonder—does his heart whisper differently?
So, what to do now the dye is cast
our choices now seem to be lost
in this land of emotions vast
do we but sigh and say “what cost!”
anger misplaced by any hue
can grow until it causes harm
stir hate where love is overdue
and signal there's cause for alarm
our nation's fate still rides on trust
of freedom's power to persuade
take off your coat, there's work to do
to protect promises we've made
we won't be idle: we're not through
protecting the red, white and blue!
I made a vow to never part.
Please hold what's dear to me within.
I hope that you will not depart.
What would I be without my skin?
the moon hangs its head
exhausted by part-time job
protecting nature
I came across
lost seedlings--misfits
abandoned in
a musty bin of a garage.
Then heard
a meek mist pleading,
"oh, fern soil, praise them
with your yard."
"Douse kaleidoscope,
cool droplets,
those days scorched--
furnace dark."
"Thus clover-cove
when frigid snow
abrades
their glinting spark."
little girl of about nine is running alone in the marathon
two or three older women decide to keep keen watch
protecting her as best they can without scaring her
Protecting one's good name
Not a kid's easy card game.
Who does climbs towards fame,
Who squeezes it buys shame;
The picture not the same....
Better one an old dame,
Clinging to her good name
Than princess of just blame
In morals badly lame
One's good name is one's flame;
Really, the thing men claim.
Thus, you must n't it maim;
Remain - not wild - the tame!
Love to wrap body of fear
Fighting to believe reality of tears
My world of truth numbing of pills
Heating up my thoughts to grill
Tattooing of skin to show the world
The tales of pain mirror of life
Believe to help to heal my scars
Hidden forever voice so far
Puzzle lost piece no end to win
Stairs to climb the time of sin
Stutter to find silence of scream
Visions in grief was never a dream
Standing on a cliff, overlooking the ocean
Waves roll in, lapping up against the boardwalk
Toward the horizon gulls soar, occasionally
Swoop down to scoop up a small fish...
The rhythm of the ocean's pulse
Beating, oblivious of me scanning
the far horizon, off in the distance
Thousands of miles yet from land...
A farm where my son tills the fields
Uzi across his shoulder, protecting me
here in America, providing me a last refuge --
Israel, where Jews walk proud and free
Protecting the Small
How do people in power rise,
when all they are talking about,
is against everything that can be
remembered…
taught in school?
How can people hold high office,
while the people, the poor around them,
sink ever lower into the embrace of death.
Poverty, and poor houses,
living on the streets,
“stay at home moms” a thing of the past.
Now lucky
to hold our families together, at all!
What can be said, for living in your car?
The rain is not on your head,
or covering and freezing your feet.
I would call to their empathy,
their sympathy, their idealism, of perfection.
I would remind them,
that I had a job,
I had a wife,
I had family and a life.
Now,
I only have…
a vote,
and you talk
of cheating me still.
How do people in power rise?
A wild bitter wind pushes me along this empty path,
that I have rambled before many, many a time;
but this day I am feeling winters anger and wrath,
and though cloudy there is a beauty sublime . . .
A stone cross marker stands protecting the peace,
and raven calls far and near in the cemetery- never cease.
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September 27, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/Protecting the Peace
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1184-348-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Make It Six
sponsor, Joseph May
Third Place
Inspiration Pic #2
Calls in middle of the night
Hearing something isn't right
Your voice crackling with fear
Pleading for me to be there
I hang up and get dressed
Scaring me with your distress
I knock, it is 3 AM
You hurry and let me in
Grabbing me so tight and fearful
Crying with eyes big and tearful
I softly ask what its about
Your abusive husband out
Of prison and threatened to
Come and take revenge on you
The police are on the case
But I see a frightful trace
Of past memories that had
You scarred and beaten so bad
I stay there and calm you down
If he tries to come around
I'll be here until the end
Believe me when I say my friend
He'll get the shock of his life
From a wild woman with a knife
Protecting you with full force
I will take the knife and toss
It right into his awful chest
Claiming it was self defense
Beauty of nature
And its feature
Charmed all are
Ever and ever,
What we need
We are supplied
From nature
It is given feature,
Now I am here
Lived my ancestor
Living generation
Next will be then,
Nature is our
We are of nature
Protect it dear
For self better,
So, protect nature
You protected where
You always utilize
Should take care.
Beauty of nature
And its feature
Charmed all are
Ever and forever,
What we need
Nature gives that
Then why is it?
Too unprotected,
Nature is our
We are of nature
Protect it dear
Ever and forever.
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