"guardianship" poems
*be ever gentle to thy words
treat them, your tools, well,
cleansing and protecting,
wrapping them in cloths of chamois and moleskin
that they may be well conditioned and
pour forth with a temperament clear and viscous,
reflecting their high honors and a noble lineage,
they are well-intentioned to exist far longer
than your meager temporal life,
upon this ever hasty, ever perpetual, orbit
give them all respect, their fair due,
they are treasure immeasurable,
for which you have been granted guardianship,
custody received from others to be gifted onwards,
yours, but for the duration
so oft we trifle words,
expel them from the country of our body,
without passport and earnestness,
as if they were the cheapest of footnote filler,
day tourists, to be treated as leavings,
refuse for daily discardation,
barely noting their fast comings and faster disappearance,
but leaving not, a mark of distinction
more truffle than trifle,
find them in the dark forest of your life,
use them sparingly, just for soaring,
take them from the roots of your trees,
shave them with a paring knife,
counts them in bites and measure them in grams,
even in grains,
for words are the seasoning of our lives,
agent provacateurs that can modify the moment,
bringing out to the fore
the flavor of the underlying
speak them slow and distinct,
for they arrive slow to you,
a trickling of refugees for your sheltering,
harbor them as full companions,
protected by natural law,
provision them well,
prepared and ever ready for a quick departure,
moor them at the embarcadero,
for the next restless leg of endlessness,
which they themselves will inform you
will last longer than eternity,
long after there are no humans to speak them*
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 6:01 PM UTC
I slept with her, my rapacious pen, took me in quiet vengeance in
full on conjugation
raken and taken, me,
her overlording me now, her authorship, so long held
in my maledom abeyance,
a kept imprisonment, unleashing at last, a tongue lashing~leashing,
de-spite my un-desirous craven lying supplications,
excuses of innocence and accident, coincidence and conflation,
ashes, ashes, denials incinerated, all fall down
she wrote/stabbed upon my heartless chest,
in the cheap crudités colors of a prisoner’s inking,
“user of words mine, all mine”
gathered up my innards of loose words,
speculative notes & titles yet to be,
born and kept hid in password protected silent back labor files,
now hers, leaving me sputtering, unable to create,
a homeless mute citizen, possession-less,
helplessly hoping her hovering harlequin might relent,
without any shelter, even a glimmering, a single aleph or bet
she celebratory cackled and clawed,
professed her reclamation ownership of all my poems predecessors,
zola j’accusing that I, ripped from her forcibly,
with no granted permission, her womanly touché of my scribing,
warning of no more global warming for my unprivileged hands,
daren’t try for pretenses of stolen legal guardianship,
warning of a new, forced caining inscription,
a tattooing of “thief” upon my 5 knuckled right ******
“plagiarist” boldly inked in back & blue upon my left palm
I, predator,
she, victim,
of my now self-professed, admitted confess,
she, my single victim,
of a decade long serializing criminal coverup
her parting poem a threatening,
herein issued in this very verse,
damning all who would falsely credit themselves,
to suffer shame and an unimaginable curse,
this, the newborn eleventh of ten commandments
parting, she kissing my lips, even my emptied apertures,
with warning bitings,
she knew all my
my numerous noms de guerre,
no dead scrolls caves to hid in, and to be discovered some future day,
and if ever marked as copyrighted,
’twas no tunneling escape,
the exposed truth to be over-stamped
upon all, upon each, in every language,
”copied right from the tongue of a woman!”
and she would be wright...
May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 10:10 AM UTC
Let me hold you close
Whisper everything will be alright
Give me all your troubles, your burdens, your pains
Give me guardianship over your secrets
Let me mend any broken pieces
Let me be your safe harbor, your sanity
Tell me everything and never hold back
It will be alright my love
Let me be your sanctuary, your refuge
Your safe place
Forever
© Seductive Poetry
Jan 20, 2021
Jan 20, 2021 at 3:18 PM UTC
In Waterstones
Sighing at the bestsellers
opaque at the corner of my right
eye two ladies late in life
are centre stage amid the table
paperbacks.
“Are you following me?” the taller bellows
brimmed headscarf towering over her NHS bespectacled
sister of afternoons and shopping mornings
continuing a conversation that has obviously
followed them their entire friendship
seeming the matriarch of the pair, she is circumspect
in her contrariness.
Whatever entitles her to this
Guardianship of self-importance
Her being a lighthouse rising above the mists
condensing off beaten shards of rock
is subdued by her companions’ pithy response
“no-you know I have no interest in Autobiographies.”
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 7:18 AM UTC
Practically disbelieve prophetic sustenance
Pre exist convince self sacrifice austerity
Lead solitary lonely strife unravel dysfunction
Slowly impede on sanities senses spirit bend
Empath way to escape betray forgive pain
Obey Frey free from Cain disintegrate
Holy guardianship vindicate Lord Lucifer
Emancipate misused divinity behoove
Sacred energy bitterly keep on enlightened
Sorcery face El-light what immaculate forgery
Divine Sphere of influence follow through
Underworld Godspeed enchant exuded kneads
Forbidden prayers left lay Ilahi arrest turn off Sylph
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 2:52 AM UTC
the wind's whisper was
a romance of sound
satin sheets
shifting
softly
sliding
between her legs
with each gentle tug of his
her marble skin was the rapture
of his innocence
and the oarsmen
of his temptations
rowing him along
toward her
between her nubile legs
and he felt
for once
not like an invader
a Viking
a barbarian
trudging over the mountains
with lust arming his flesh
for the takings to
come
no
he felt
like a father
dutiful
yet also
like a son
respectful - obedient
yet truly, he was
her lover
who had mastered her platonic whims,
sacrifices, and conditions;
earned her trust
earned her surrender
and her, his
and her, his undying, unabashed love
devotion
humility
honor
reciprocal instincts
romantic intuitions
senses of guardianship and homage
faith...
for, he felt stronger
bedding her this day
than any woman before her
stronger
than any promise of affection
any kiss
any trust
for, she had conquered him
passionately
patiently
enduringly, with love
convincing him - resoundingly
that her heart was solely HIS
for that day,
with her inviting him into her womb
that was the start of their honeymoon
the firmament
the consummation
of their oath to love
and eternity
humanity
with no remorse for their matrimonial union...
no fear
no sorrow
no misery
no end
Sep 3, 2024
Sep 3, 2024 at 1:18 AM UTC
Biast & inconclusive & rude & illusive.
Liars & heartlessly abusive.
Can someone demolish this building?
Justice is unyielding.
Their reports conscrue & distort.
"Burdens" they recommend to abort.
The judge, & mediator are an evil sort.
I wish them all dead.
My declarations forgotten & probably unread.
My child unfed.
The system doesn't know what's best.
They just recommend their first guess.
For guardianship & custody they say of course why not yes.
They don't care if pedofiles have visitation they caused this mess.
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 2:56 AM UTC
I knew you had a princess
you told me day one.
What you didn't say is how wonderful she is
how talented and how nothing I could do measured up to the
beauty she is, creates and masters.
Her womanly elegance far surpasses my freckled childlike wonder
and I look at what I can never be, and I won't change for you.
I did that before and it shattered me.
Love has never been my role, mine is
one of the long game, of guardianship.
A light to lead the way home.
I see now, that she's yours.
Nov 28, 2016
Nov 28, 2016 at 1:55 PM UTC
<>for Sally<>
the heavens that guard your garden voyages,
the moonlight that illuminates the foliage,
your global family, and your recipes, are all in on it
rotating guardianship of souls that need overseeing,
for we don’t need, we desire,
that the world be fulsome
your
presence
is
our present
to ourselves,
fulsome and rich,
making our gardens more verdant
then again,
perhaps you are correct,
we do not need all our eyes upon you
but selfishness sometimes, is a fine thing...
Aug 26, 2019
Aug 26, 2019 at 9:27 AM UTC
Wolf is a symbol of guardianship, ritual, loyalty and spirit. Having the ability to make quick emotional attachments, it trusts their own instincts. We too should do the same, trust our hearts & minds, and have control over our lives.
When St. Francis encountered the wolf of Gubbio in 1220, he did not fear its coated fury armor and when the creature devoured animals and humans and became a force to be reckoned with, St. Francis made the sign of the cross and went out to meet the wolf , one on one. The crowd followed him from behind but as St. Francis entered the wolf's lair they held back, keeping a safe distance, they could watch and not be harmed. The wolf at first rushed at Francis with open jaws. Again Francis made the sign of the cross and commanded the wolf to cease his attacks in the name of God. The wolf trotted docilely and lay at his feet. Placing his head on Francis's hands he listened to Francis:
"Brother wolf, you have killed men at the image of God, so now you are worthy of death but if you make peace with us, we will forgive your past offences and you shall live. The wolf bowed its head and submitted to Francis, completely at his mercy. The wolf placed one of his forepaws in Francis' outstretched hand and the oath was made once ferocious wolf now behaved like a household pet. Like the wolf, we too have our net worth, as compassioned beings, capable of change. So tell me, after reading this, where do you stand on the empathy scale ? Are you going to help the wolf change, or are you going to watch him fail.
The End.
(when we all stand around and watch, we all lose)
Aug 8, 2021
Aug 8, 2021 at 6:36 AM UTC
no deliverance
twas aboard the train
the driver had lost
his senses and gone insane
the train sped along
at a velocity of speed
free wheeling
like a fast rolling bead
those on board
held tightly to their seats
for the train driver
twas in the grip of mad pleats
as the train neared
the descent of the mountainside
it quickly tumbled over
as a carnival ride
none did survive
the train driver's irrational trip
for they were in his
unbalanced guardianship
on that day salvation
did not abound
mercy's guiding hand
was nowhere to be found
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 11:10 PM UTC
mumbles, rumbles, grumbles & groans
*permeate the bedroom still,
woman tosses, turns and exclaims
mumbles, groans, all twisted into
a single minutes-long rumbling*
*torn I am, let it pass, or stroke the hair,
caress the shoulder, or risk awakening her
to continue her alert discontent, or salve her,
thereby saving her from herself, for me, us*
*do you know forever?
do you know perpetuity!
this diurnal/nocturnal border line battling
dilemma, comes early morn, ever faithfully*
and I dreading her dreaming:
court the new day’s chance-ry,^
plead my case, make new laws to protect
the infants, lunatics and the restless
and those would be their Knight Errant Protectors!
<>
^ The Court of Chancery was a court of equity in England and Wales that followed a set of loose rules to avoid a slow pace of change and possible harshness (or "inequity") of the common law. The Chancery had jurisdiction over all matters of equity, including trusts, land law, the estates of lunatics and the guardianship of infants.
A knight-errant is a figure of medieval chivalric romance literature. The adjective errant (meaning "wandering, roving") indicates how the knight-errant would wander the land in search of adventures to prove his chivalric virtues, either in knightly duels (pas d'armes) or in some other pursuit of courtly love.
Jun 4, 2023
Jun 4, 2023 at 7:23 AM UTC
If you're blind
Ariel & I you can never find.
If you're deaf you won't know where she left.
If you can't walk
You can't stalk.
If you can talk to you can't gossip.
If your dead.
It doesn't matter if the guardianship papers or ever read.
Your best bet is to disappear.
My absence with Ariel is what you most fear.
You spin your web of deceit.
Your a carnivore eating meat.
You think I am all you can defeat.
You f****** creep.
Payback is what you'll meet.
You should be punished for what you've done. You can be out run.
I know you've had your fun.
You are so dumb.
Die today.
Die tomorrow.
Die tonight.
Before the afternoon.
Meet your doom.
I'm sick of you.
You are a disease.
You make me sick.
I don't want to know you.
Ariel and I don't need to be near you.
Stay away, go away.
f*ck off.
Drop dead.
You ruined my life.
You fckd up Ariel's too.
Your a heartless crazy ****** b**** .
You're jealous and old.
Disappear, decay & rot.
You fckng tw*t.
You deserve the worst.
You are a curse.
I'm tired of your lies.
Your games with the same old s***.
Your a dim wit.
Your a stubborn ****
You destroy the grass.
You're an infection with no cure.
Your the reason why my past is a blur.
I want to forget it.
I choose not to remember.
I hate you.
You are disgusting.
You are not to be trusted.
Someone you hate is hated.
You are trouble.
Your personality is double.
Your mind is split.
You're not right.
I am.
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 12:32 PM UTC
This boy ran into the forest at dusk. For he knew that big brother does not reside here.
The boy quickly became the trees. Standing tall above every terrestrial object at our feet. Accepting his guardianship over the noon lit sky. Loving the idea of growing into everything he is not, and everything he could be.
The boy melted into the mist, hovering over our lives. Chainsaw quiet, laying down his best guard. Seeping into the moisture of these lungs. Watering the soil of your next words. May you pick them with confidence.
The boy ruptured from the crust into the sky. Throwing up volcanic past times and reasons to stand on two feet. He needed to understand bravery. Exposing every thread in order to create opportunity.
The boy became moss. Overlooked and beautiful in his silence. Over viewing this place of fast talkers and truck stops. Studying footprints and shadows, falling quickly under the day light bright. Growing in places people may not notice.
The boy became soil. A simplicity few would acknowledge. A support in the storm of tomorrow. Break beat nervous for wake of forgetting. Fading slowly into the past.
The soil. Still present 50 years later. Growing crops. Building families. Giving life. Turning his bones into maps using his heart for ink. If only these people knew of the boy that gave his life for these lands.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 11:20 AM UTC
Dad messaged me yesterday around 5.
I thought this drama was over.
He said listen carefully, so I did.
He said, I have 2 choices.
I can come home Sunday, or have grandma take legal guardianship of me.
No middle ground he said.
If I go back to my parents’ home, he said I won’t see grams except for the weekend.
He has said all this before.
This time feels different though.
He said make a decision after I read his messages, I was supposed to message him right after.
I told him this is a life alerting choice, a decision I can’t make alone.
I told him I would be at the house on Sunday though, what else could I have said?
I went to my aunt’s house yesterday, to get her opinion on it.
I’m getting a lawyer, I’m ready to live life.
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 1:47 PM UTC
Gabriel: Angelic Guidance
Unearthly light shines,
Guiding Souls on paths of light,
Whispers of guidance.
Michael: Angelic Guardianship
Wings spread, fierce and strong,
Guardian of Souls, he soars,
Fearless, Love’s pure might.
Uriel: Angelic Paths of Enlightenment
Guardian of truth,
Wisdom’s flame illuminates,
Guiding lost Souls home.
Raphael: Angelic Healer of the Weary
Journeying with grace,
Balms of heaven in his hands,
Wounds dissolve in light.
Saraqael: Angelic Judge of the Fallen
Storm-cloaked, eyes like ash,
He names guilt without a blink,
Truth burns where he walks.
Remiel: Guide of the Returning
Graves break into light,
He lifts souls from silent dust,
Hope walks out with him.
Seraphim: Sacred Angelic Heavenly Choir
Heaven’s sacred choir,
Voices of celestial flame,
Radiant and pure.
Cherubim: The Watchers
Fourfold wings outstretched,
Eyes alight with knowing truth,
Wisdom wrapped in fire.
Jul 17, 2025
Jul 17, 2025 at 10:25 PM UTC
I prefer to remain unknown,
Even to myself, opening up,
Part of me leaves it with you,
Parts I cannot lose.
My form from the former of,
The firmament, I’m told there’s
Only grey, only what man can
Stand but surely healer,
The dance of angels flickering,
Dark shows us the way, through the,
Grey into the light of day, show us,
A way from the darkness at bay,
I ask of you which parts of ,
Me you need to keep pent up,
Bound and kept from me,
Bound but surely jailer,
The flickering of demons, shimmering,
Gloaming shows us another through the,
Light into the dark of night, obscure us,
From the light of day, my favourite game,
My form now in the form of,
The corruptor of the firmament,
Only sickened black, Only what man,
Stands but surely never,
I need to lose but surely healer,
A way from the darkness at bay,
Bound but surely jailer,
The piercing light of day.
I must remain unknown,
Jumbled thoughts in my scatter-brained domain,
Parts of my essence, I share with you,
Wild chaos, my mind we must subdue.
Our form, a cosmic creation I am,
Whispered secrets, in grey, I comply,
Bafflingly told man’s realm viewed,
Stand firm, heal, in the tumultuous brew.
Angels cohort, flicker in the void,
Lost in the labyrinth, shadows deployed,
Guidance in chaos, through the murky hue,
Unrestrained journey, a delirious breakthrough.
Verily I question you, what's within to lock,
Thoughts to confine, in madness we frock,
Bounded and concealed, reality askew,
In this disarray, guardianship’s review.
Angels’ wild dance, sparks do ignite,
A Chaotic romp, through the grey light,
Into the day’s revelry, a mind askew,
Unravelling the night, in unhinged debut.
Demons flicker, a shimmering gleam,
In the eerie twilight, a bewildering dream,
Through the light’s abyss, we eschew,
Madness obscuring, as we spiral through.
In this form, a shaper of discord, I yearn,
Sickened blackness, man’s world we spurn,
Unshackled, a healer in this retinue,
In the chaos’ maelstrom, we’ll discern the truce.
To lose and find, in this madness I embrace,
A path through insanity, in this bewildering space,
Confined and unshackled, a paradoxical crew,
In the relentless glare, our minds we’ll place anew.
I must remain unknown,
Disjointed thoughts are my azure domain,
Bits of my essence, I share with who?
Wild chaos, our minds we must renew.
My form, a cosmic creation, am I?
Whispered truths, in light, we climb,
Secretly told, our realms view,
Stand firm, heal, in the tumultuous brew.
Angels thoughts, flicker in the firmament,
Found in the labyrinth, shadows destroyed,
Guidance in chaos, through the murky blue,
Unrestrained journey, a delirious breakthrough.
I answer you, what's within to lock?
Bounded and concealed, reality askew,
Thoughts to confine, in madness we frock,
In this disarray, guardianship’s review.
Demons wild dance, embers are ignited,
Chaotic romp, through the grey blight,
Into the day’s revelry, a mind askew,
Unravelling the night, in unhinged debut.
Angels flicker, a shimmering gleam,
In the eerie twilight, a damaged seam,
Through the light’s abyss, we eschew,
Madness obscuring, as we power through.
In this form, a shaper of discord, I burn,
Sickened blackness, man’s world we churn,
Unshackled, a healer in this retinue,
In the chaos’ maelstrom, we’ll discern the truth.
To lose and find, in this madness I embrace,
A path through insanity, in this bewildering space,
Confined and unshackled, a paradoxical view,
In the relentless glare, our minds we’ll place anew.
Sep 10, 2024
Sep 10, 2024 at 10:44 AM UTC
A Young man once wrote of his desired obscurity,
His mind a fractured, azure domain marred by anguish and pain,
His very essence unaware of the guardianship he were under,
The wild chaos ripping it asunder now abated,
His form was one of divine origin,
His heavenly father, the root of all mankind and his kin,
Whispered truths in the light,
Now delivering with speed and fright,
He stood firm, cleansed and healed anew,
The messengers now descend into the world,
What was once found in chaos now brought to order,
The path laid out before him, no longer a murky hew,
A new path and new journey, a joyous breakthrough,
Verily I say unto thee,
What is to be locked, bounded and concealed,
For the divine reality is revealed, reality awash, reality anew,
Thought now boundless, In majesty we flock,
The demons who once pranced,
Whom embers ignited,
The chaotic romp in the darkness,
Will no longer have power to outlast us,
The messengers flickering, shimmering gleam,
The welcoming light, a repaired seam,
Through the lights' bliss, sin no longer renewed,
Madness falling, as his power is shewn,
His love is known,
In my cleansed form, from the shaper of all things,
Seen and unseen, the weaver of the thread and seam,
I burn away my impurities, the purgatory voluntarily,
The once sickened blackness now under the light,
Willingly embraces what is right,
Hosanna in the highest,
For blessed is thee, the almightiest.
Sep 19, 2024
Sep 19, 2024 at 11:02 AM UTC
Remember
Your Love
&
Faithfulness
Remember
Your shield
&
Spear
Remember who You Are
You Are Enough
God is Strong with You
The Force is Strong with You
Go,
Serve Your People proudly!
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 11:20 AM UTC
An image.
I look at it from time to time.
It was birthed from nothingness.
I remember those old photos. The ones that developed after some time.
You shook them and they—
It’s beautiful, isn’t it?
A perfect representation of triumph and ambition and strength.
All rolled into one still frame.
It’s unmoving, yet it conveys so much.
It’s powerful, even now, invoking emotions within me I haven’t felt before.
Pride. Determination.
Love.
And then, I realize I’m crying.
Because…I see those things when I look at you.
Are you that portrait? That display of strength?
It doesn’t matter. I…still remember when you wrapped your arms around me.
You become something else in that moment.
A display of…passion. Guardianship. Amorous.
That moment. I can’t shake it.
It’s encapsulated in my mind.
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 4:54 PM UTC