Written by Gail DeBole
On November 8, 2025
Updated on Dec. 9, 2025
REM protectively flows out
Into Cryptic mental fuzziness.
May make no Immediate sense.
May make no sense for a lifetime.
While still providing a
Soft or harsh pillow to a
Human soul.
April 26 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 2Kings 18-19
Key Verse – 2Kings 18:5 He trusted in the LORD God of Israel; so that after him was none like him among all the kings of Judah, nor any that were before him.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO MOVES US
TO TRUST IN HIM WHO IS THE LORD
Praise be to God for moving us to trust in the Lord:
Directing us toward His will perfectly
Disciplining us through His way protectively
Declaring to us His worthiness-wealth prudently
Delighting us according to His Word’s working powerfully
Defending us against waywardness and worldliness peacefully
2Kings 18:6 Praise be to the Lord Who
ushers us to cleave to Him as we:
Cling to His goodness
Call unto His greatness
Clamor for His guidance
Come to His graciousness
Cheer along His generosity
2Kings 19:31 Praise be to the Saviour for
His zeal that always:
Revives our faith’s strength
Restores our fuel for service
Replenishes our fervor in stewardship
Rejuvenates our flame for servanthood
Reinforces our fixed firmness in supplication. Amen!
April 26, 2024
What's cooler and juicier
Than a long-striped rime of green,
Whose internals are fortified with
An explosion of mesmerizing desire?
Or a total circle of green without stripes,
Protectively enclosing the best of eats,
Thoroughly permeated by the color of pure red,
And speckled throughout with seeds of black?
Or if you prefer, no seeds at all to delay your treat.
And what's more tastier my friend, than a softly textured cut
Of mouth-watering goodness bite after bite after watery bite?
An oasis of succulence and sweetness to the taste of healthy Goodness awaits our sense of taste each summer with nothing To prep; nothing to waste. A watermelon sweet and cold is Like A free-wheeling bicycle ride along the countryside.
070422PSCtest, Watermelon contest, Mystic Rose Rose
Shimmering shadows across the meadow trail
Dancing in the afternoon sun, glancing fondly
Toward the woodland coolness so invitingly,
Beckoning me to stroll beneath the canopy
Of overhanging branches hovering protectively
Like mothering arms holding the distraught.
A place to find one’s peace midst the enfolding
Vicissitudes of complex living, such as it is,
In these difficult, compelling times we share
Unable to discern principled directions clearly
While seeking what we feel we have earned,
Our fondest endeavors often reputedly lacking.
Shimmering shadows, ephemeral, as real as light,
Which we cannot take into outstretched hands
The branches swaying in a filtered breeze
Whispering consoling sighs, while suggesting
New imaginings, new lyrics set to new tunes
Bring fresh ways of thinking to mother’s child.
Written June 5, 2022
[Experimenting with
stream of consciousness
poetry]
submitted to "2022 Poetry Marathon Mile Eight"
sponsored by Mark Toney
“I’m going to become a nun,” I announce to no one in particular between Sprite sips.
“You’re Catholic, I suppose you could,” Lisa says, with a mouth half full of pizza.
“Why do socially distant guys look extra attractive?” I ask dazedly.
I reach my hand out slowly - towards a sweaty, chiseled, guy entering the pizza place, who looks like he’s just coming from the gym - like someone lost in the desert reaches for a mirage of water.
“No!” Lisa says, protectively lowering my arm “you’ll just have to put him back.”
I sigh. “I want to do something interesting or shameless.” I say.
“Don’t we ALL.” Lisa agrees, knowing all we have ahead is 4 hours of reading.
Majestic summits
Concealed protectively in
Foggy clouds embrace,
Captivates wandering eyes,
On a tropic summer day
Mrs. Robin, busy as a bee
visits my home's skylight annually
She builds a nest there carefully
her private retreat, only I can see
She commandeers my yard militarily
hopping to and fro imperiously
Ever seeking bark or twig assiduously
to feather her penthouse more comfortably
A half-dozen blue eggs she lays surreptitiously
Settling down over them protectively
Sheltered from the elements so cunningly
She awaits their hatching expectantly...
One day, her chirpings' cease, inevitably
Mrs. Robins' dreams realized successfully
She's flown the coop, perforce happily
Her nest, forlorn ~ stares at me emptily
July 10, 2020
Bird Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance LaFrance
And with the first rain's smell, she withdrew into her shell.
With no sound other than her dog's paws on the cold ground,
Her warm soup she began to taste, her loneliness she couldn't really embrace.
As tears her nose did touch, she looked at her pup and realised she didn't need much.
And when the tiny one saw tears stream out of his best friend's eyes, he sniffed the air protectively as if to smell the cause of fright,
It was almost as if he could hear the sound of her heart, he looked around when he realised there wasn't no one from them apart.
His food the pup did not Taste on that day of distress, but decided to sit by the grieving mistress.
On that day, his master's absence did his soul touch, that day the woman and the pup, missed their love so much.
28/11/19
I remember
a stubbly cheek prickling my lips,
a strong hand holding me protectively when I was small.
I remember
a spanking for eating mud pies,
hearing stories of when he was young
lying in the grass under the stars.
I remember
strong arms wrapped about
my trembling body, rescuing me.
I remember
a strong, wise, quiet guide
always there when I needed him.
I remember
my father.
Previously Published: Shattered Moonbeams 2016
Wondrous family bond
Braced by love-anchored parental duty
There children abide in safeguarding refuge
Sweet home I witness as hedge, protectively beauteous.
Along lovers’ lane welcoming friends and couples
Delighted while feasting in grand magical moment
Near water garden where I’m jubilantly settled
I cheer up every one as featured park's special showcase.
Being the steadfast gracious frontal fence
Of a clinic for wellness and healthcare
I’m exposed to humanity’s varied realities…
...What matters most is vibrant life shared with others.
By my blessed roles not just as an ornamental plant
I, bougainvillea, praise and thank God…
Fulfilling with elegance my existence-radiance:
Giving glory and honour to Him-my Creator.*
*Revelation 4:11 Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honour and power: for thou hast created all things, and for thy pleasure they are and were created.
March 26, 2019
11th place, "Bougainvillea" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Craig Cornish; judged on 4/19/2019.
Angels sleeping on a cloud
Calm and comfortably
Resting in peace
Eternally
Watching over us
Protectively
Sending signs and signals
Peacefully
As they try to tell us
Respectfully
To take advantage
Of the time we have
Graciously
To realize the miracle of life
Appreciatively
To live each day
Preciously
And use the time we have
Responsibly
Kale Brereton
August 19, 2018
Spring Day One
Day One of Spring and it’s 86.
Anxiously, the trees have been watched,
Will the old natives burst buds one more time?
How long will puffs stay on the dandelions?
Dear Iris have come and are now hanging over;
Bare soil is covered with sticker clover.
A newly painted deck is insulted by elm debris.
Spring like a comforting mother, is here protectively.
For she knows she must curl her big strong arms
Around her world with the coming of storms
Love is...feeling safe, tucked in by mom..closing your eyes to the
sound of her voice..and knowing daddy is protectively close by.
Love is...that first love...the one love...you'll never forget. How they felt,
how they kissed. Your heart feels heavy when you think of them and
wonder if they still think of you.
Love is...stubborn...routine...strong...
The kind of love that survives life. Patient when passion doesn't
work and passionate when patience doesn't...Best friend love.
Love is...just weird
We use this word to describe so many feelings, but to me in the end...
it simply means I care more about you than I do myself....
©Donna Jones
11-19-2013
You've opened me
before you I was
so defensive of
my true self
like a tightly clenched
hand closed protectively
over its vulnerable
palm
But you've gently lifted
each finger away
from that hand
and begun to trace the
lines inside
reading my heart
effortlessly
and touching my soul
forever
End It
By: IzaDonna
My demons crouch real low
Seeping out of me real slow
The pain protectively covered
Darkening memories like no other
But I hide behind a smile
This life not seeming worth while
The blade I have is ready to go
Life already being at an all time low
So bring on the darkness
i no longer have a purpose
Chorus
I push you away to protect you
My sickness n pain being nothing new
So save yourself from my sorrow
Cause I won't live to see tomorrow
You deserve someone better
So let me be and go find her
Loneliness is my own choice
Feeling so lost with no voice
So I let each day slip by
Everyday just wanting to die
What have I become
Where did all this pain come from
Being left alone is my desire
The spark going out in my fire
My days I feel are at an end
Too far gone to possibly mend
Chorus
So bring on the darkness
I've lost my purpose
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