I am grateful for the words of Jeanne Moreau
who one might consider a sage:
Age does not protect you from love…she wrote
But love
to some extent
protects you from old age
Robot man I bought back in sixty-nine
Looks scary, ominous, totally ultra-fine.
When the invaders came, I put him in my yard.
They terrorized others, but thought he was a guard.
These spaceships avoided him, as if he were mean.
Disappeared rather rapidly, never again to be seen.
Many other townspeople disappeared that weird Tuesday.
But I am still here, with my robot man, resting away.
Divisions of time
Stretched through your life
Growing and maturing
So that the prime of your life
Can be revealed on this earth
Nothing last forever
Time protects you from that
For everything there is a season and
The reason for this is that
Time protects man from living in a permanent state
It’s not what you are that holds you back
It’s what you think you are not
Put yourself on the spot and remind yourself that
Time protects man from living in a permanent state
Things change so rearrange your mind so that
You can still be strong during a tough chapter of your life
Don’t be too rough with yourself because in reality
Time protects man from living in a permanent state
Nothing last forever
Time protects you from that
For everything there is a season and
The reason for this is that
Time protects man from living in a permanent state
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
teddy bear watched over her while she slept
we were grateful she had him in the hospital
so many hours, so many treatments, so much pain
when she went to heaven, we imagined him with her
protecting her in the midst of heaven as he had in life
it gave us a tiny bit of comfort to see him in her coffin
Young Earth was born respecting nature
She will protect Gaia, her parents agreed
her ancestral spirit guides were pleased
Young Earth spent her entire life
replenishing, respecting and rejuvenating Gaia
Living in freedom
eyes always on guard
So strong, big and tough
Claws are razor sharp
deep roar from the throat
A protective dad
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Tableau 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
# 2
2nd place in the contest
He awoke with a start; it’s time! The voice said
This rarely happened, but when it did he knew what he had to do
He flew to the road where he lost his earth life.
Just in time to see the cars slip and slide into each other
He split himself in half to protect the children in both cars.
Saving six lives that day. Then he quietly slipped into the woods.
Without being seen by the adults, but being appreciated forever by the children.
It was his earth mission, and he enjoyed it to the ultimate degree.
Are you ready? His guides asked him.
He certainly was. Went back to his sleep-like state
until he was called the next time.
Who Protects the Singular and the Few?
Acknowledged without reward.
The Predator took my talents,
My gifts stolen and used.
I am without rewards.
I never wanted them,
The Agent, Some Union dues.
Who protects the singular or the few?
The masses need protection too.
When I go through life’s flood and flame
And have my share of shock and shame,
I’ll rest in God, His praises I’ll proclaim,
My faithful father will acclaim His name.
A thousand may fall at my side
and ten thousands in hunger may subside.
I’ll rest in God whatever may betide.
My faithful father will provide and guide.
My earthly friends may easily neglect
In peace and joy, wars may interject
I’ll rest in God and to Him I’ll connect
My faithful father will direct and protect.
When sinful pleasures become addictive
When help and hope get too expensive,
I’ll rest in God and remain positive,
My faithful father will forgive and give.
My painful past may keep me in despair
Sins and sorrow may my soul ensnare
I’ll rest in God and His word I’ll declare
My faithful father is always there to care.
© Adeleke Adeite 2019
E-ternal God protects you,
R-escuing you from raging tide;
I-n the morn of December seventh,
C-omfort and joy won't
H-ide.
C-reator God protects you,
A-iming to hold your hand;
M-ake sure that you please Him
B-y obeying His command.
A-llow the Lord to give you
N-othing but His love so true;
G-lorify His holy name,
A-lmighty God protects
Y-ou.
Snowdrifts,
mounding crystals
sloping against buildings,
nature protects bodies inside
igloo.
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Fifth Place Winner ~ "A 1 to 8 Line” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
June 30, 2011
DOPE DESTROYS THAT WHICH HOPE PROTECTS
Those aren’t really maggots, it ain’t even a flightless fly
That’s just the look of putrid and putrefied flesh when you die
Those aren’t really moles down there, they ain’t even mice
But I’ll tell you, the stench of death comes at quite a price
Every May fourteenth it’s Robbie’ day
December third is reserved for Bobby’s day
Lucy died at exactly midnight on the fifth or six of May
So was she buried that day or the next, ever heaven to stay
Maggots may squirm and squirm like a worm
But a dead body can only be steady and firm
That’s a directive from the one with intoxicating perfume
But we all know she’s all about death, destruction and doom
Mother earth awaits her kin in kind
Be they ordinary, or f*****g out of their mind
Fridays are for lovely Sherry and how she always rendered mirth
And as of today more than half of my friends occupy the earth
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Lord as I venture out today, guide protect
And keep me on my way. What lies ahead
I do not know; cover me under your blood
from head to toe.
My steps are ordered, and you know my name
All the hairs on my head are numbered and
You love me the same.
Your constant protection I crave each day,
This earnest need I humbly pray.
With you on my side I have no fear,
The devil have no place, when your
Spirit is near.
Such a contest!! .... what a rivalry!!
Who will win? Its a cliff hanger ...
Slowly Squirrel comes to ground,
tail flicking up and down
than off he (or is it she?)
scurries to a box in the yard
that holds bird seed
on which this little thief will feed
as Mister The Dog watches
from his snuggly bed inside.
Away from this view, I hear
an insistant whine saying,
"Let me out ... NOW!"
It might mean Mister has business
to do and, since I don't know
for sure, I open the door
as off he tears to chase
the chattering squirrel
scrambling up the tree that
now has no leaves in which to hide
but strong skeleton arms to
hold it tight, as Mister jumps
and barks and lets Squirrel know,
"I'll get you next time!"
There's always a next time ....
Better squirrel chasing as it runs up the tree
than the cat who leads Mister on a chase
all around the neighborhood ...
but thats a tale for another day!
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