Your bulk, larger Goliath's.
And friendlier!
In holding up, shield-like
Whose shady cover
Confident, this weed, this lad
There neath will hear
Blunted, rayed arrows, rained darts.
Hurled through the year.
In good in bad,in sorrow and joy
There is no one,but I,remember me,O' boy.
You reach heights, you reach the sky
I will hold you always, how much high you fly.
I can see no tears in your eye
Never lose hope,fear or be shy.
I am the saviour, I am the protector
Just move on,try and be the go-getter.
When everything seems lost,everything is gone
Remember me,I am there for you,my son.
I can read your mind,I can feel your heartbeat
You can smile,you cannot fool and cheat.
I make you laugh,I make you cry
I am the one,to give you the courage, again to try.
Every step,every move for you,is always a test
To see how much,you can bear,before the final rest.
When everything seems dark,dumb and calm
Remember me,I am always there for you to charm.
Remember me,my child, remember me
My blessings will shower ,have patience to see...
Dreaming of pink flamingos, their beauty,
their bite…dreaming of flamboyant flamingos,
so close to shore; I’m in the ebb and flow.
Where has my protector gone as I regard
the flock; awash with blue sea foam.
Dreaming of their carrot necks; nibbling
the serenity of their stretch; dare I touch
the earth or sky, the sandy beach, question why.
Where has my protector gone as my eyes stray;
why am I pulled by the surf; do I dare mingle?
A sudden shock of night in the brightness of bed.
a solitary digit in the bird’s beak. confident that
my husband will save the day, but it’s not day.
The pressure put upon; I can still feel the squeeze
as I awake in the third strange room of the week.
My protector lies near me, oblivious of my plight.
A Chinese Sonnet
They call me impimpi*,a word fraught with scorn and smoke-
Yet I am the echo of truth inside the brewing storm,
Engaging the law,though no law guards me,
A river trembling by myself and singing my song.
Mount Moorosi keeps my secret vigil high,
While comrades who danced once for freedom's flame,
Are now com tsotsis who trade justice for comfort and coins,
And call betrayal what was birthed before courage,
From Kanaland to Zululand:I love Mzansi enough to bleed,
Love is treachery and betrayal,-love is truth, love is the light,
Still,I am unseen, they can unalive me-I shadow the moon,
My corpse lies,humming Freedom's hymn under the nations' feet.
*Impimpi or mpimpi---A S African term for a snitch or police informer
Mount Moorosi---A town in Lesotho
Kanaland---A munucipality in Western Cape Province in South Africa
Mzantsi---A colloquial term for South Africa
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 wanted a protector,
a guardian of devotion.
But I am not your Paul Bunyan,
the mighty timberman in your dreams.
In my twilight, I remember so many
mighty forests burning to cinder.
Frailty disintegrates the will.
Big-strong-protecting-men wilt with age.
They offer their pleading eyes,
longing to be cradled.
Maturity is mortality ticking.
I was helpless,
I was shining.
You were knowing,
and bestowing.
When my steps were unsteady,
you held my hand.
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--
shading 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 questions,
cowardly answers, bows, then scurrys,
when her strings are tugged.
She's that avid eagle,
with freedom's rein to soar.
Her nest--it never tethers,
with knowledge's thirst,
explores.
The world, it's but
her pearly oyster,
with every venture,
craves to seek
and conquer more.
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 I heard him.
I felt he was here to protect me.
To remind me that I am never alone.
It gave me a sense of reassurance that God sends his scouts.
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 unexpectedly, a stranger, not kin.
He was in his pj's with Tenie's unlaced,
opened our front door to your unknown face.
My son, my protector, all of three feet high,
inquisitively asked, "are you a bad guy?"
Fourty six years later, this still brings a smile.
He opened our door to so much more which
made this life worth while.
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 letting me see the light,
When I only felt darkness.
She visits every morning,
Putting my mind at ease.
Does she realize how,
Thankful I am,
That she is my savior and nurse.
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 Nature constant screams "REDRESS!"
What worlds were saved as Queens engaged;
In lands so ravaged after plague;
War and disease unleash evil;
Which Queens both nurse and fight with skill.
As man's injustice cracks man's law;
Our Queens stand firm and shout "NO MORE!
I bore you life, through me you are,
My stake in life is to give care"
A Queen protects that nuclear;
For fickle males do disappear;
A Queen remains to bring repair;
Engender values we hold dear.
My Queen: my mother, sister, aunt;
You are a light where darkness haunts;
Take up your leading role and know;
That as a man I bow down low.
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 after them in a chase
He'd peck at the legs of the big critters
poke the small ones right on top of the head
If' a young rooster try to challenge him
them long spurs of his just might leave them dead
All them hens would go scratchin’ and cacklin’
as they went sashaying about the farm
Each hen knew as did the animals too
with Barney there they won’t come to no harm
One morning my wife was gathering eggs
I heard a ruckus I couldn't believe
Barney was chasing my wife cross the yard
was the funniest thing I'd ever see'd
Old Barney was a mighty good rooster
none better for taking care of the coup
But I do have to tell you all something
Barney made a mighty fine chicken soup
Let that be a lesson to you cowboys
you might think that you're a running the land
But step out of line and you're gonna find
who's really holding the reigns in their hand
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.
Leave them as different,
Equal or bold,
Embracing of matter,
Completing the mold.
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 had urged her to return to them, but she was not interested.
They were selfish people, who took care of their own needs.
They had many children, she doubted they realized she was gone.
She had wandered off in search of a better parent
And she had found him.
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
I know who could have your grave dug,
Your life stop with a reserved slug
Just for bearing a water jug
And treading on his Persian rug...
Not that jug's content you had spilled
But you have his trust in you killed
In his heart carved a wound not healed
Of the things he'd seek: Battlefield!
The chap who could seize someone's mug
And let it a great deal him bug
That one couldn't off the idea shrug...
What a Persian Rug protector,
Self helping with Lie Detector.
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