star studded skies
protect me from the darkness
just for that moment
my anchor was ripped
but not forgotten again
he is guard goodly
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 13–19, 2026)
Invasions I fear
How good am I with the sword?
I protect brown skin
Lighthouse—sentinel seaside;
A welcome sight, steadfast light.
To mariners, a true guide;
Beacon helping them steer right
Whether in high or low tide.
Beam of light, helpful at night;
Gives sailors a safer ride.
Lighthouses help guard the coast,
Warn of fog, hazards, and more -
Reef or shoal cloaked like a ghost.
Small skyscrapers of the shore;
Michigan—state with the most
Lookout towers during war
Other Great Lakes states do host.
Lighthouses’ inspiration
Shines with versatility,
Beyond just navigation -
Mix of style, locality,
Range, and illumination.
Standing with vitality!
Are you scared?
Don't be afraid.
There is nothing here to scare you.
I will be there with you.
I will become a shield to protect you,
even if I am scared,
even if I sense an unseen presence in the darkness.
When I am with you,
you become my power.
You become my strength.
Just being with you is enough for me.
It gives me the courage to stand my ground.
With my eyes open,
I will watch over you.
If you are scared,
I will embrace you with both arms open.
Don't be afraid.
"All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible." -- T.E Lawrence, 'Lawrence of Arabia'
I am a dangerous dream,
That haunts your waking hours,
I’ve watched you begin to scream,
Your thoughts locked in their towers.
I kissed the rain away,
So you could see the light,
But now I can’t stay,
You’re spellbound in sunlight.
Don’t let those dangerous dreams,
Become your waking reality,
Stay within the sunlit streams,
Hold fast to your morality.
How to cast a magic ring for protection
Make a circle of salt in the forest
Light four candles:
green for north, yellow for east, red for south and blue for west.
A bowl of fresh clean water
A tree branch to touch the bowl when asking for purification
Walk round circle clockwise
Chant to the Spirit
What it is you will.
You may visualise this.
Then imagine a gift for the spirit
Sire Marcus Barracus.
A spell of Protection from souls from Hell.
From my blazing cauldron,
I draw the sacred iron of absolute warding,
Glass shard, and salt.
To bind the shattered fate of my enemy.
He throws his full fury against my gates,
Yet his desperate siege crumbles into ash.
Plunging blindly through the very thresholds of ruin,
He falls into the dark abyss he opened
To pay his final, bleeding debt.
Gather glass, metal and salt and lay in corner of door.
Make the spell and imagine a gift for Sire Marcus Barracus.
I send you strength
In its finest form, resilience in nature, wisdom of sight , forgiveness of self and sleep in the night
Delivered with patience
To release what hexes
A guide to your truth
with pure intent .
This moves with haste
With no consequence
To any of a kind those I hold in my mind , myself included protected by the now of time
I banish what grips me
And darkens my sight
I now walk in my truth, and my truth is in light
I release what binds me to unfulfilling pleasure
I summon my truth,
bring onto me my true treasures
I call it by name for it is not my own
I burn it in flame … ashes upon ashes …
Set to the wind I release its hold
I shout to the masses
I choose light over darkness love over fear.. no more will you whisper in my ear
These are my words, and my words are my power
My strength my resolve grows hour by hour times this by three
so I stated so it shall be
I honour as always my true deity
257.
Prayer When Needing God's Protection
Oh Father God, I am needing God's protection
Against those who seek my life
From those who cast me strife
Oh Jesus Christ, I am needing God's protection
Look how vulnerable I am
To perditions that may come
Oh Holy Spirit, I am needing God's protection
With Your wings me You cover
My persecutors You make cower!
-02/17/2014
(Dumarao)
*My Prayer Poems Collection
I sleep in my grandmother’s bed.
I don’t like it,
her snores echoing in my brain.
Stealing my sleep.
I wonder why she won’t let me have my own room.
As I ponder this question,
I hear it-
tap, tap.
tap, tap.
Echoing down the hallway.
The rhythm creating dissonance with the pounding of my heartbeat,
growing faster and faster,
his footsteps growing closer.
The clicking of a flashlight-
it’s him.
Why?
The cold, harsh light hits my face.
He looks disappointed.
Tap, tap.
tap, tap.
As the echo grows softer,
I am grateful,
That I don’t have my own room.
Oh wa la. La ka la la Oh
There are many, many coverings.
Many a basic things.
Ther's a greater covering.
You cover me with clothing, I wear
You cover me so apparent
And outside in the wind.
You so cover me again.
In the rain.You cover me with a coat
And within our covenant,
you cover me with your vessel
Skin to skin, touch to touch.
Souls intertwined ties cross.
We snuggle , as we muscle,
Joining our bodies in harmony.
But the greatest covering of all
Is you speak of life , a covering unto me;
As you pray for me to be.
Healed and Whole, Hallelujah;
The greatest covering of all is prayer to God
The greatest covering of all is your prayer to God
Our Father's GOD'S covering
.....is the best covering of all
Our Father in Christ, in heaven and in US is the best covering of them all
Selah Holy Glory praises Hallelujah
Our Father's covering is the best covering of them ALL ????
2/12/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Don't you remember
When we were younger
The lullaby the moon sung
Why can't you remember?
Oh, I'm speaking nonsense?
Well, let me remind you,
I'm older and know a lot more about the world.
If only I could've protected you.
Alright, head to bed.
She was born an Aries, which meant fire lived in her before she had words for it. As a child, that fire had to learn how to hide. She learned how to smile while fighting wars no one else could see. She learned that silence was safer than telling the truth. The universe did not protect her then. People crossed lines they knew were wrong, and she carried it like fate, like the pain was written somewhere above her and she was meant to endure it. She grew up questioning her body, her identity, and whether what was done to her had rewritten who she was allowed to be. She loved boys, but she no longer trusted herself. Aries is not built to stay still. Fire is not meant to be contained.Hers survived by waiting. There were years she lived half-alive, orbiting fear, calling survival a life. Then something shifted. Not in the sky, but in her. She realized the stars did not choose her suffering. They only gave her the strength to walk out of it. She is still here. Still fire. Still standing.
The world is my oyster
The veil mine
The pearl i am
The pearl am, i
A sanctuary to slip away from the glare of society’s so-called gaze and to elude from its shame
The world is my oyster she said
But I claimed the veil as my own
Is it shameful to look at yourself in a way others do
Is it frowned upon to change yourself in a way others do
Even when the change feels phenomenal
I found it hallowed, I found it new, pleasing
The world remains their oyster
So i changed in the defiance of others
I endured in spite of others
I am pleased behind a facade
One so meticulous you can't define it
The world is my oyster i said
However i mourn the lack of adequate to be the pearl
The shining pearl, protected from the habitual pressure and
the suffocating air of proprieties
The world is my oyster
The veil is mine
The pearl i am
The pearl, am i
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