Protector Poems

PROTECTOR NOT PROTESTER

We attended a peaceful protest yesterday…but that word protest…I must reject it…
because, in our minds, we are not protesting our American Democracy…
we are trying to protect it.

Standing on the corner, holding our posters we wanted our message spread.
Some people beeped their horns and waved as they drove by…or when the light was red.

While other people

Maturation

I was helpless,
             I was shining.
You were knowing.
	and bestowing.
When my steps were unsteady,
you held my hand.
	You were ready.
Age is just a number, you said
	grinning broadly like a
little girl repeating a loving fib.
           You

My Existence Itself Is My Threat - Part 2

"What is my role?" I asked.
"You are part of the crew," he said, not the captain as I was told.
"But I know maps! I read compasses!" I pleaded.
He thundered, "Don’t you see? Your existence is your biggest threat!"
"What threat am I to myself, when real monsters roam?"
He sighed. "That is the point."
"Your kind attracts the

My Existence Itself Is My Threat - Part 1

I dream of far shores where my name was meant to be carved.
I aspire to climb mountains where my flag was to be raised.
I imagine a distant land where a song calls me home.
So many ambitions—yet my existence is my greatest threat.
I was always ready for adventure,
Belonged to no land, no boundaries, no chains.
The repeated

Lion

The Lion roars from the highest peak it may reach
His voice covers the savanna
And all will hear His call
He calls out to the lost
To the hurt and broken
He shouts to them to lift them up
Above the dying canyon.
The Lion cries out to them,
"Let them be free,
Free from pain and suffering,
Free from the dark surroundings."
The Lion

She's

She's a two edge sword,
who wheels profound believes;
Thus, sashays with Viking's valor 
and intuitive ease.
She's been known 
to bend, near break,
to shade discarded leaves;
From harsh-scolding droughts
or debar's frost-bite freeze.

She's 
no puppet-master
and certainly, 
ain't angst's puppet, hung;
Who submissive,
cowardly questions, 
bows then scurrys 
when her strings
are tugged.

She's that avid eagle
with freedom's rein to soar.
Her nest, 
it never

Hearing My Protector

I heard him in the night; thought it was my husband.
He called my name.
I said “what” there was no answer
I nudged my husband “what?” I said, more sternly.
He was snoring so I let him be.
When I settled back down the angel again called my name.
In my ear or in my mind?
I did not know but

Are you a bad guy ?

Fourty six years since our lives collided,
on sand swept paths, mostly sunny, some blighted.
I was taking a hiatus from men.
You came to rent a room in my heart.
It wasn't open back then.
A struggling, single mom with a young son.
There wasn't much space for any other one.
I worked evenings and some times slept in.
You showed up

My Savior, My Protector, and My Angel

An angel with scarlet hair and,
Lips of red that glisten,
In the morning  dew.
Her eyes captivate my soul,
Taking me into ecstacy,
Of the flight of the bumble bees.
Her voice is like the music of the gods,
A vision of an angel.
Her touch heals my mind, body, and soul,
She is my savior, my protector, and my angel.
Thanks for

My Queen

What defines Queen?
A question in my mind supreme;
No subject to betitled Kings;
A regality not bestowed by bling.


A Queen will match a King in strength;
But intelligence gives that subtle edge;
I mean this not to cause offense;
I look to natural evidence.


What inner strength must Queens possess;
To be unbending faced with this:
A world were men dictate and stress;
Where

Barney

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

Iron Umbrella

Iron umbrella, 
Woman, your strong umbrella 
Which  resists strong wind and heavy rains.
So safe under this unchecked umbrella 

You are always proud of this strong umbrella 
You can lend much money to some freinds 
But it impossible to lend your metal umbrella to your best friends even your biological sisters. 

Why beautiful woman? 
You think, 

Human Landscape

   Man the tall mountain,
    
    Protector to pose,

    Flexing of granite,

    Willed flesh to propose.


    Woman the valley,

    Soft curving flow,

    Stretching of lushness,

    Receiving to grow.


 

Her Protector

He was her protector, big, brawny, blue-eyed.
He looked like a monster, but he was a gentle giant.
She felt his claws lean on her chair.
She smiled, realizing how careful he was being.

She had known him all her life.
He had rescued her from a circle of coyotes
Her family since she had wandered off from her birth parents
He

Snow

soft shearling sheeting
	shivering shimmering snow ~
		seasonal savior

Inspired by but not entered in* the Ice, Snow or Frost Haiku Poetry Contest sponsored by Tania Kitchin

*I was just too dang slow in deciding which one to enter! LOL

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