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"protector" poems
The nightsky is alike a mighty mansion of the stars which then twinkle in elegance, beauty and transience until the dawn outshines them in a graceful manner. As the night turns away from the sun and from her light, danger in our imagination could await, from the corners of our very mind. Yet the stars make up a soft blanket, a cover of the calmest of light, which could bring peace to a soul which is performing a rampage. All the constilations, all the names and forms which reveal themselves, are but a heavenly spectra for those who are nocturnal. Or for those, whom have meet the cruel fate to be allergic to the natural, straight forward, warming and blissful sunlight. There is no soul with no protector, in the nightsky such would be a bright,piercing star, standing proud,manifest its location is over you Holding many wonders, the beauty of the night comes with shooting stars, which at times shortly sweep over the heaven before fading. Wishes are made upon, hope fills their hearts, for a better future or a fulfilment of their desires, tangled up within the depth of mind. Night becomes bright once the moon shines, in its fullest posture. Becomes dark once the rainclouds drive near, calling in thunder. But most importantly, it is a time of rest, from all this earth beholds ~ Umi
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Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 1:30 AM UTC
The Nightsky
I can't promise you That dark clouds Will never hover Over our lives Or that the future Will bring us many rainbows . I can't promise you that Tomorrow will be perfect Or that our lives will be easy. I can promise you my everlasting Devotion, my loyalty, my respect, And my unconditional love for a lifetime . I can promise you that I'll always be here for you, To listen and to hold your hand, And I'll do my best to make you happy, And make you feel loved. I can promise you that I can see you through a crisis And pray with you,   Dream with you,    Build with you, And always cheer you on And encourage you. I can promise you that I'll willingly be your protector, Your advisor, your counselor, Your friend, your family, Your everything. I promise you
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Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 7:57 PM UTC
I Promise You
Oh motherland, at your feet may all moments of my life lie sacrificed This strength of my youth, these breaths, All are surrendered to you To protect your honour I would forego hundred lifetimes I would either embrace death or vanquish your enemies Touching your feet in reverence I take this solemn oath until the end of my life I would be loyal to you Those who have died in your lap their spirits bask in eternal happiness *Oh motherland, at your feet may all moments of my life lie sacrificed* My mother tells me I will go on without you bearing the pain of your passing by turning my heart into stone However, if in your lifetime there is a threat to this country and being fearless you do not fight this threat, my son, then, I will think, I birthed poison instead of life or that my nourishment did not give enough strength Listening to these words my head lies forever bowed *Oh motherland, at your feet may all moments of my life lie sacrificed* It is not only said by my mother but all mothers of this country to give birth to a Narsimh they bear difficult pangs of labour Those brave warriors who wrote history with their life blood carry their images in your heart and placing your hand there, promise, you will forsake everything else at the call of your motherland Your body, soul and life surrendered to your country *Oh motherland, at your feet may all moments of my life lie sacrificed* Narsimh - an avatar of the Hindu god Vishnu,often visualised as having a human torso and lower body, with a lion face and claws. He is known primarily as the 'Great Protector' who specifically defends and protects his devotees in times of need. Translation is given by karishma ji
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Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 7:21 AM UTC
For motherland :-Mohit mishra
Oh motherland, at your feet may all moments of my life lie sacrificed This strength of my youth, these breaths, All are surrendered to you To protect your honour I would forego hundred lifetimes I would either embrace death or vanquish your enemies Touching your feet in reverence I take this solemn oath until the end of my life I would be loyal to you Those who have died in your lap their spirits bask in eternal happiness *Oh motherland, at your feet may all moments of my life lie sacrificed* My mother tells me I will go on without you bearing the pain of your passing by turning my heart into stone However, if in your lifetime there is a threat to this country and being fearless you do not fight this threat, my son, then, I will think, I birthed poison instead of life or that my nourishment did not give enough strength Listening to these words my head lies forever bowed *Oh motherland, at your feet may all moments of my life lie sacrificed* It is not only said by my mother but all mothers of this country to give birth to a Narsimh they bear difficult pangs of labour Those brave warriors who wrote history with their life blood carry their images in your heart and placing your hand there, promise, you will forsake everything else at the call of your motherland Your body, soul and life surrendered to your country *Oh motherland, at your feet may all moments of my life lie sacrificed* Narsimh - an avatar of the Hindu god Vishnu,often visualised as having a human torso and lower body, with a lion face and claws. He is known primarily as the 'Great Protector' who specifically defends and protects his devotees in times of need. Translation is given by karishma ji
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Hymn to Aphrodite by Sappho loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Immortal Aphrodite, throned in splendor! Wile-weaving daughter of Zeus, enchantress, and beguiler! I implore you, dread mistress, discipline me no longer with love's anguish! But come to me once again in kindness, heeding my prayers as you have done before; O, come Divine One, descend once again from heaven's golden dominions! Your chariot yoked to love's consecrated doves, their multitudinous pinions aflutter, you once came gliding from the utmost heights, to the dark-bosomed earth. Swiftly they came and vanished, leaving you, O my Goddess, smiling, your face eternally beautiful, asking me what unfathomable longing compelled me to cry out. Asking me what I sought in my hopeless, bewildered desire. Asking, "Who has harmed you, why are you so alarmed, my poor Sappho? Whom should Persuasion summon here?" "Though today she flees love, soon she will pursue you; spurning love's gifts, soon she shall return them; tomorrow she will woo you, however unwillingly!" Come to me now, most Holy Aphrodite! Release me from my heavy heartache and anguish; grant me all I request, be once again my ally and protector! "Hymn to Aphrodite" is the only poem by Sappho of ****** to survive in its entirety. The poem survived intact because it was quoted in full by Dionysus, a Roman orator, in his "On Literary Composition," published around 30 B.C. A number of Sappho's poems mention or are addressed to Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of love. It is believed that Sappho may have belonged to a cult that worshiped Aphrodite with songs and poetry. If so, "Hymn to Aphrodite" may have been composed for performance within the cult. We do know that Sappho was held in very high regard. For instance, when Sappho visited Syracuse the residents were so honored they erected a statue to commemorate the occasion! During Sappho's lifetime, coins of ****** were minted with her image. Furthermore, Sappho was called "the Tenth Muse" and the other nine were goddesses. Keywords/Tags: Sapphic, Sappho, ****** translation, ancient Greek, hymn, Aphrodite, Zeus, daughter, immortal, goddess, holy, lady, heaven, enchantress, enchantment, love potion, charm, spell, persuasion, beguiler, beguilement, mistress, discipline, ********** prayer, prayers, chariot, heaven, descent, ally, protector, lust, desire, passion, longing, *** crush, girlfriend, women, grief
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Mar 22, 2020
Mar 22, 2020 at 2:51 AM UTC
Sappho "Hymn to Aphrodite" translation
Hymn to Aphrodite by Sappho loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Immortal Aphrodite, throned in splendor! Wile-weaving daughter of Zeus, enchantress, and beguiler! I implore you, dread mistress, discipline me no longer with love's anguish! But come to me once again in kindness, heeding my prayers as you have done before; O, come Divine One, descend once again from heaven's golden dominions! Your chariot yoked to love's consecrated doves, their multitudinous pinions aflutter, you once came gliding from the utmost heights, to the dark-bosomed earth. Swiftly they came and vanished, leaving you, O my Goddess, smiling, your face eternally beautiful, asking me what unfathomable longing compelled me to cry out. Asking me what I sought in my hopeless, bewildered desire. Asking, "Who has harmed you, why are you so alarmed, my poor Sappho? Whom should Persuasion summon here?" "Though today she flees love, soon she will pursue you; spurning love's gifts, soon she shall return them; tomorrow she will woo you, however unwillingly!" Come to me now, most Holy Aphrodite! Release me from my heavy heartache and anguish; grant me all I request, be once again my ally and protector! "Hymn to Aphrodite" is the only poem by Sappho of ****** to survive in its entirety. The poem survived intact because it was quoted in full by Dionysus, a Roman orator, in his "On Literary Composition," published around 30 B.C. A number of Sappho's poems mention or are addressed to Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of love. It is believed that Sappho may have belonged to a cult that worshiped Aphrodite with songs and poetry. If so, "Hymn to Aphrodite" may have been composed for performance within the cult. We do know that Sappho was held in very high regard. For instance, when Sappho visited Syracuse the residents were so honored they erected a statue to commemorate the occasion! During Sappho's lifetime, coins of ****** were minted with her image. Furthermore, Sappho was called "the Tenth Muse" and the other nine were goddesses. Keywords/Tags: Sapphic, Sappho, ****** translation, ancient Greek, hymn, Aphrodite, Zeus, daughter, immortal, goddess, holy, lady, heaven, enchantress, enchantment, love potion, charm, spell, persuasion, beguiler, beguilement, mistress, discipline, ********** prayer, prayers, chariot, heaven, descent, ally, protector, lust, desire, passion, longing, *** crush, girlfriend, women, grief
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Lighthouse, He Is. To be the light for which a ship seeks To be the beam that travels the seas To be the star from a distant shore To be a sign of hazardous boundaries To be the guidance for safe passage I am your Guiding Light I am your Protector I am your Safe Haven I am your Lighthouse I am He above all I am your Lord By: J.S. Petralito March 25, 2012 God Bless
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Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 10:11 AM UTC
Lighthouse, He Is.
"Don't bother going to school, your not smart enough." "No one will ever love you, your not thin." "You will not get respect, your not worthy." "Your to young to know anything." "All you need to do is live your life the way we tell you to." Every word out of their mouths Is meant to crush My mind My soul To enslave Me They hide Behind their religion Judging everyone Especially their own kin Using prayer as a threat   God as a weapon For their own ****** up agendas   Why can't I tell them I think they are full of **** Tell them where they can shove All the ******** coming from their lips They don't care about me They use their supposed love As a method for Control Finally I have found my own weapon Against their brand of evil I went to school, Worked hard, Worked even harder for good grades, Graduated High School College graduate Found a great man I am going to live the rest of my life with I have NOT given up God but   I will not fear him For he is My best friend My protector As for my greatest weapon It is my Brain
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Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 3:10 AM UTC
My Weapon
Taurus, bull goddess, strong and proud. Sometimes lazy, quite often loud. Mother, protector, stubborn as hell. Obstinate, difficult, but meaning well. She sharpens her horns on whoever comes near And more than her horns, it’s her mouth you should fear. Creature of earth, Taurus woman is strong. Won’t let you forget that she’s never wrong. She’ll love you forever, loyal ‘till death. She’ll defend you fiercely, give her last breath. If you love one be thankful, she’ll not let you fall. She’s Taurus, proud mother, and she’s standing tall.
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Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 3:33 AM UTC
Full of Bull (Taurus Pride)
We find multiple ways to disconnect Where business and technology intersect We kick one another for cash When we need equilibrium for our economy Our morals disintegrate to ash And we trade away our autonomy But we don't dare reflect Instead we disconnect We turn people into symbols and numbers So we can more comfortably slumber After causing heartbreaking pain Through bureaucratic chains Because face to face Our heart will race And we'll examine our submerged morals That lie in the depths with the coral But our reflection is too much to bear So we cowardly choose not to care The only way we can feel ecstatic Is to turn people into demographics The Internet connects us But also satisfies lust And imitates human contact Which has a negative impact The feeling leaves us sated And we don't feel the need to change Our armor becomes plated And we shoot arrows from long range Because we don't like the idea of being one another We get used to the idea of not seeing one another We disconnect so we don't have to try We disconnect so we can slowly die The ****** disconnection continues As we find more violent avenues We utilize fatal instruments To ****** without the sense Of physically feeling The life we're stealing We stabbed one another with swords Until the bullets soared But we still needed more So we disconnected further And became satellite searchers Studying people through actions Defining them by faction We don't have any interest in their personality or flaws All we're concerned with is if they're breaking the law The law we wrote to tip the scales The law that makes us too big to fail A husband leaves his wife Disconnecting from her life She's left with a child To raise in the wild Until a drone drops a bomb On the struggling single mom She's not an investor So we'll just harvest her worthless life Who'll be her protector When she's near someone we don't like? We **** her from our computer That's the way we casually mute her We carefully cultivated a disconnect To treat one another like insects This mentality will infect Until we interject Once we finally reflect Love will connect
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Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 6:09 AM UTC
Disconnect
We find multiple ways to disconnect Where business and technology intersect We kick one another for cash When we need equilibrium for our economy Our morals disintegrate to ash And we trade away our autonomy But we don't dare reflect Instead we disconnect We turn people into symbols and numbers So we can more comfortably slumber After causing heartbreaking pain Through bureaucratic chains Because face to face Our heart will race And we'll examine our submerged morals That lie in the depths with the coral But our reflection is too much to bear So we cowardly choose not to care The only way we can feel ecstatic Is to turn people into demographics The Internet connects us But also satisfies lust And imitates human contact Which has a negative impact The feeling leaves us sated And we don't feel the need to change Our armor becomes plated And we shoot arrows from long range Because we don't like the idea of being one another We get used to the idea of not seeing one another We disconnect so we don't have to try We disconnect so we can slowly die The ****** disconnection continues As we find more violent avenues We utilize fatal instruments To ****** without the sense Of physically feeling The life we're stealing We stabbed one another with swords Until the bullets soared But we still needed more So we disconnected further And became satellite searchers Studying people through actions Defining them by faction We don't have any interest in their personality or flaws All we're concerned with is if they're breaking the law The law we wrote to tip the scales The law that makes us too big to fail A husband leaves his wife Disconnecting from her life She's left with a child To raise in the wild Until a drone drops a bomb On the struggling single mom She's not an investor So we'll just harvest her worthless life Who'll be her protector When she's near someone we don't like? We **** her from our computer That's the way we casually mute her We carefully cultivated a disconnect To treat one another like insects This mentality will infect Until we interject Once we finally reflect Love will connect
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Tiny wrists. Tiny rivers of blue. Translucent. I'm thinking about making myself a home Beneath your pale skin. I'd float along your lazy blue river Until I make my way to your ghost chest And burrow myself a tunnel Deep inside your heart. Light myself a campfire, And pitch a tent. Looks like I'm gonna be here for a while. I am rocked to sleep with each beat: Onetwo. Onetwo. Onetwo. And my heart-house dreams Intermingle with yours. Maybe if we dream hard enough, We can create a world of our own. Where red blood cells sing like angels Housed in four chapel-chambers, And each artery stretches up far Like a rainforest canopy Riddled with exotic capillary-flowers. Can we be safe here? The heart has tender walls But it is a soldier. Though it may be kicked down, It forges on And picks itself right back up again. Always beating, Always winning. Your heart is a soldier. A fighter. A protector. I think I feel safe, For the first time in a long time, Within the home I've made for myself Inside of who you are.
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Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 4:49 PM UTC
Ghost
On this night The king-god Zeus does battle With the titans of old. The sky is livened By his hurled bolts of lightening. Their targets simply Unseen to the mortal eye. The calm is shattered By the clash of thunderbolt On stone and molten rock. Our protector, he remains. Though many have forgotten him To myth, legend, and lore We have forgotten the safety That his lightning strikes provide. On sunny days Cloudless nights We are allowed to forget his ways. But on this night In these dark and stormy hours, The true believers remember. That Zeus has watched over us For millennia. Battling an unseen War, waged in the tales of old But carried out before our eyes. We must recall that he, The one King-God, Zeus, has Watched over us dutifully since time Before time before memory. He has kept us safe From the titans of old. And the lightening strikes Remind us of stories untold
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Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 11:57 PM UTC
Thunderstorm
Fresh from the kennels. A whole world away.   Companion conversion for a young castaway.   A darling of distraction with irrational fears. The clumsiest canine with ever aware ears. Guardian of gourmet. Suspect of all sounds. He'll catch himself someday, spinning around. A tug of war here. A muddy mess there. A lick to the face of the humans in his care. How thrilled his tail and tremendous his teeth. How dug up the planet from paw underneath. The running for fun. The claiming of trees. The car window ride along - face full of breeze. -------------------------------------------------------- But now he's a master of "Stay!". His eagle ears succumbing to gravity's sway. Napping much more, barking much less. Now rarer the cuddle, the clean, the caress. Patch protector. Owner of no debts. A veteran of various villainous vets. Birds as trivial as the tennis ball is far. Eyes now as hazy as the indistinguishable stars. A howl at the moon. A loosening tooth. An ode to memories of a modest youth. They still love this pup. He still loves them back. May he long be remembered as he faces the black.
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Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 12:03 AM UTC
Trees
Keep me in your arms Cherish me, like you always do Twirl my curls and stroke my hair Kiss me on the fore head sweetly I always want to be here My cheek on your chest Hearing the sound of your love Thumping a beautiful tune to my ear The beats gently reminds me Just how much you truly care Serenity surrounds me and I drift away Escaping the world and falling into us I see you in this little dream Meeting my eyes, inspecting my soul You're lost in me as I am lost in you The air filled with a careful chill I'm untouched for I am of fire A flame kindled by your fiery heart Of which burns of love, deep for me Clad in armor, you kneel at my side Oh dear and humble knight I'm honored to be your lady Like the wardrobe meets Narnia We're dreams that cross paths To a whole new world unlike any other A place of splendor and awe Radiating with gentle magic That is what we are, my dear protector Stay by my side a humble knight And I will be your faithful lady ~Lady Narnia
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Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 1:33 PM UTC
Daydreams of Narnia
Allah was his ears As sounds unlawful, unethical it never heard. Secrets, gossips and rumours were also barred. It buzzed with words of Quran day and night Always Open to sounds just and upright. Allah was his eyes As it looked parents, orphans and needy with love Brimmed with tears thinking of Almighty above It never despised his brother and from lust it was freed. Gold and silver had no worth and had no signs of greed. Allah was his hands As it stopped things reprehensible with force In Allah's cause spent abundantly his resource It caressed the head of an orphan in affection. Time and again meekly raised it in supplication. Allah was his feet As it never moved towards things which Allah hate Avoided walking arrogantly with a strutting gait It always ran to help downtrodden, oppressed. For knowledge for light it was on constant quest. He had mountains of obligatory good deeds He had mountains of non-obligatory good deeds His protector was Allah The Almighty His enemy was enemy of Allah The Almighty He was beloved of Allah He was friend of Allah He was Wali of Allah He was Waliullah.
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Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 5:33 PM UTC
Waliullah - Friend of Allah(swt)
A wild man is not a boyfriend, he is a force. Can you love me in the blinding heat of a birthing star, when I shower warmth on distant moons? Can you love me in the hole of the cosmic Black, where no one can reach me? Not even you? Can you love me then too? Can you love me when I drag buffalo skulls through the dirt for days, to the rhythm of an ancient drum? Will you love me if my beard hides the scars in my heart, from battles I cannot explain? WIll you love me when I lack courage, when I am defeated, when I won’t let you patch my wounds? WIll you trust me when I smell of sweetgrass and sage, and when I stink of whiskey and sweat? When I drink from the cup and play in astral light, will you anchor me to Home? What happens when my words don’t work, and I can speak with only my eyes? Can you love me enough to let me go, without asking me where I’ll be? I am no poodle to lay groomed on a leash at your feet. I am the wolf that fetches the bones of truth. A wild man is not a boyfriend. He’s not built for animal husbandry. He is a force. He is a cause for an effect. He is a mission. Are you afraid to let me inside you? Not just my flesh, but my soul. The wild man is neither burglar or vandal. I will not take anything from you. I will not trample on sprouting seeds or pick flowers as a trophy. I am the sun on flooded fields and the fire for tangled webs. Don’t be scared, lover, mother, maiden, crone. Take me as I am. Even if I have the power to destroy worlds, I will not destroy you. A wild man is a protector. A father. A warrior for all that is good. When the chaos seeks to obliterate you, sheering your flesh from bone, I will hold all the pieces together in love, until you are ready to reassemble. When your seas boil, and your winds throw cars at corn fields, I will wait patiently for you to catch my eye, so that both of us can laugh. When Hell opens up the fiery gates, and sends all the cosmos against you… I plant my heels deep in the ground. I lay my shield low. My sword is sharp then, my love. The steel sings sweetly. With a smile, Hoka Hey! My last breath a farewell kiss. Today is a good day to die. For ours is the oldest love affair. The greatest story ever told. Cupid and Psyche, Shiva and Shakti, You and I. Same same but different. Would we have it any other way? A wild man is not a boyfriend. He is a force.
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Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 9:09 AM UTC
A wild man is not a boyfriend, he is a force
A wild man is not a boyfriend, he is a force. Can you love me in the blinding heat of a birthing star, when I shower warmth on distant moons? Can you love me in the hole of the cosmic Black, where no one can reach me? Not even you? Can you love me then too? Can you love me when I drag buffalo skulls through the dirt for days, to the rhythm of an ancient drum? Will you love me if my beard hides the scars in my heart, from battles I cannot explain? WIll you love me when I lack courage, when I am defeated, when I won’t let you patch my wounds? WIll you trust me when I smell of sweetgrass and sage, and when I stink of whiskey and sweat? When I drink from the cup and play in astral light, will you anchor me to Home? What happens when my words don’t work, and I can speak with only my eyes? Can you love me enough to let me go, without asking me where I’ll be? I am no poodle to lay groomed on a leash at your feet. I am the wolf that fetches the bones of truth. A wild man is not a boyfriend. He’s not built for animal husbandry. He is a force. He is a cause for an effect. He is a mission. Are you afraid to let me inside you? Not just my flesh, but my soul. The wild man is neither burglar or vandal. I will not take anything from you. I will not trample on sprouting seeds or pick flowers as a trophy. I am the sun on flooded fields and the fire for tangled webs. Don’t be scared, lover, mother, maiden, crone. Take me as I am. Even if I have the power to destroy worlds, I will not destroy you. A wild man is a protector. A father. A warrior for all that is good. When the chaos seeks to obliterate you, sheering your flesh from bone, I will hold all the pieces together in love, until you are ready to reassemble. When your seas boil, and your winds throw cars at corn fields, I will wait patiently for you to catch my eye, so that both of us can laugh. When Hell opens up the fiery gates, and sends all the cosmos against you… I plant my heels deep in the ground. I lay my shield low. My sword is sharp then, my love. The steel sings sweetly. With a smile, Hoka Hey! My last breath a farewell kiss. Today is a good day to die. For ours is the oldest love affair. The greatest story ever told. Cupid and Psyche, Shiva and Shakti, You and I. Same same but different. Would we have it any other way? A wild man is not a boyfriend. He is a force.
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He is trully a brave protector indeed Neither rain nor shine there he stand And with the pain of sun and heat Still he maintains his composure Everyday he brings hope and protection As citizen and policeman of this nation Even if a lack of sleep hinder his stand Wearing his uniform makes him proud And later at sunrise he goes home Looking down on his little angels Sleeping peacefully in their own dreams And imagining their bright future Yet he still sacrifice his life for us He is trully a brave protector and a father.
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Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 10:36 PM UTC
A brave protector
Big brother, little sister. Best of each one's protector. Big sister, little brother. Always looking out for one another. From each perspective they have their disagreement. Siblings usually does. But mess with one and you'll find you're messing with two. Be it big brother, little sister. Or big sister, little brother. A single child realize not this bond. But it exist deeper than many relationships.
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Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC
Big Brother, Little Sister
I wrote about you, day and night You are my moon, you are my sun I wished for the day when we would finally unite Like the stars in the galaxy, shining bright I was dreading the fact that the day might never come When you wrap me in your arms and tell me it's fine When you utter those words and protect me for life My dread was increasing, my hopes were decreasing I slowly shattered into a deep despair Losing all senses of a fulfilled life and hope I thought that the fantasies and dreams in my head are unrealistic and are merely an illusion But then there you were, my protector, my hero You grabbed me right at the end of the cliff and held me tight You reassured and brought my soul back to life You were my protector, and I was yours We are now, now and forever, inseparable For we suffered too long in the absence of one another
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Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 2:30 PM UTC
My Soulmate
Persephone runs amok, her hair caught on tendrils of wind, eyes lucid as emeralds; aware, alive. Hope is sketched on her face as if drawn by whoever paints the sunset, pulsating with the reflection of neon cities, rolling countryside, the adrenaline-pumping moment before a rollercoaster’s descent. She is high on happiness, running across her plane of existence with only her converse sneakers and extraordinary ambitions. Persephone knows she owes her unbridled youthfulness to Demeter. Demeter, who is stern but unconditionally loving, selfless, for when she hears her daughter’s plea for food she stops her spoon midway through a bite. When Persephone struggles with the perpetual torture of arithmetics, Demeter’s sheer intelligence is astonishing, the iridescent reflection of Persephone’s aspirations, for a problem to Demeter is merely a hidden solution, a failure only a victory in waiting. If only Demeter knew how her words are of the highest value, her pleased smile the only affirmation to a job well done. Her love cradled in the nook of Persephone memories, every moment she is infinitely grateful to co-exist, grateful for the Universe to award her the simple pleasure of loving her parent with purity and stripped of conditions. As Persephone runs, she glances back for a mere second, in her smile is the mirror of her naivety, she still believes that her Gods will save her from being a slave to the inevitable corruption on Earth and Olympus, for she is sure her untarnishable love for Demeter is her protector. Yet, you know how the story goes. In an instant, Persephone is falling into the Underworld, on the back of a beautiful monster into inescapable darkness. But even then, she holds on to Demeter in thought and in prayer. After adulthood, marriage, queenship, a childhood gone in a flash, after her hands become worn with calluses, her face a series of rivers, her mind expansive, her goals reached, Persephone knows she owes her unbridled youthfulness to the first person she ever loved. I love you Dad, Happy Father’s Day.
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Jun 23, 2020
Jun 23, 2020 at 10:45 AM UTC
Gods and Monsters - for Dad
Persephone runs amok, her hair caught on tendrils of wind, eyes lucid as emeralds; aware, alive. Hope is sketched on her face as if drawn by whoever paints the sunset, pulsating with the reflection of neon cities, rolling countryside, the adrenaline-pumping moment before a rollercoaster’s descent. She is high on happiness, running across her plane of existence with only her converse sneakers and extraordinary ambitions. Persephone knows she owes her unbridled youthfulness to Demeter. Demeter, who is stern but unconditionally loving, selfless, for when she hears her daughter’s plea for food she stops her spoon midway through a bite. When Persephone struggles with the perpetual torture of arithmetics, Demeter’s sheer intelligence is astonishing, the iridescent reflection of Persephone’s aspirations, for a problem to Demeter is merely a hidden solution, a failure only a victory in waiting. If only Demeter knew how her words are of the highest value, her pleased smile the only affirmation to a job well done. Her love cradled in the nook of Persephone memories, every moment she is infinitely grateful to co-exist, grateful for the Universe to award her the simple pleasure of loving her parent with purity and stripped of conditions. As Persephone runs, she glances back for a mere second, in her smile is the mirror of her naivety, she still believes that her Gods will save her from being a slave to the inevitable corruption on Earth and Olympus, for she is sure her untarnishable love for Demeter is her protector. Yet, you know how the story goes. In an instant, Persephone is falling into the Underworld, on the back of a beautiful monster into inescapable darkness. But even then, she holds on to Demeter in thought and in prayer. After adulthood, marriage, queenship, a childhood gone in a flash, after her hands become worn with calluses, her face a series of rivers, her mind expansive, her goals reached, Persephone knows she owes her unbridled youthfulness to the first person she ever loved. I love you Dad, Happy Father’s Day.
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I never say we are orphans; But they say we’re. But who are they? They are the orphans. They chased us away from their fold, Yea, it’s for good that we’ve been raised by HIM. Their fold hath been stained by outrageous laws, And are shrouded with selfish attires, And they have swallowed our innocence and spit it out. But why they did so? It was they’d turned ‘gainst us, And their treacherous acts named them traitors. It is they lurk around us still to **** us, They contrive against us still to covet our belongings; And they lay their greedy tongues stretched at our treasures. But HE is our Protector, laying us in HIS Arms, And we are safe in HIS Arms. No, we aren’t orphans, For God in Christ Jesus is our Father, And we are HIS children.
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Jan 16, 2012
Jan 16, 2012 at 10:59 AM UTC
Are We Orphans?
I know you loved me because You taught me the solace in solitude Acting as a protector from The parts of you that were Waiting under your skin To leave me broken
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Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 12:57 AM UTC
You Protected Me
Tip of the hat in recognition To all devoted women and mothers, Your love, care,strength, and devotion Knows no bound like earth's weather Like the morning star you shine And lit the path to life; Like a great messiah you fine Rest for the family you have. The laughter of your children always Excite you and fills you with joy. Through thick and thing you always Stick around to show your love; You're an embodiment of life greatest gift; For you're twenty persons in one for us: You're a teacher and a great therapist, You're a doctor and a great nurse , You're a achef and a great baker You're a driver and a great instructor You're a daughter and great mother You're a guardian and a great protector You're a supporter and great superwoman You're a queen and a great matriarch You're a home maker and a great career woman You're an archetype of motherhood and matriarch. Whoever said: "Jack of all trade master Of none" has never met you, in your home; Like the great Elephant matriarch You master The best skills and route of motherhood.
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Jul 12, 2019
Jul 12, 2019 at 1:03 PM UTC
Motherhood(Amiru)
for my mother the lioness is both a fierce protector and a gentle nurturer nothing escapes the gaze of her amber eyes but she seldom feels the need to roar she hunts with unmatched precision but still has the patience to teach, and work with others she understands her role in her pride but is never proud she possesses unparalleled strength as well as the wisdom to know when to use it she won't  hesitate to grab her cub by the scruff of its neck to keep it out of harms way she is more than capable of working alone but understands the importance of community she never loses her spirit of playfulness and her primary habitat is in the grasslands of Africa but there are some things about the lioness that you can't learn about by reading she will wait up for you, when you're out past curfew just to make sure that you get home safely she will always be a listening ear but she will never judge you she loves others without condition but knows better than to feel before she thinks she will encourage you ceaselessly and tell you you're more than good enough this lioness, of which i speak has not claws, nor tail, nor fangs, nor paws but she is far more powerful than any jungle cat could ever hope to be - m.f.
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Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 9:14 PM UTC
the lioness
A mirror. Reflect, unconditionally, the glory of all But never radiate one's own splendor A shell. Provider, protector Submitted to the furies; ever a refuge, never a refugee A utensil. Mere instrument, to be used and used With no other use A shoe. Worn in and around And replaced when the toll is apparent A secret. Put it out there, do But keep knowledgeable to a close few A kettle. Boiling away on someone's behalf Soon to be dismissed as a maker of shrill screams and hot air A woman. Charitable to inane ideals When all that defines her is contrary
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Dec 1, 2011
Dec 1, 2011 at 12:42 AM UTC
Objectification
Because I was born first I must always be well spoken Because I was first born I have to take the first leap no matter how high the cliff is Because I was first born I have to be both Dragon and Knight Enemy and Defender Obstacle and Protector My shadow must cover her but let her light shine Because she was born second she has to scream to be heard Because she was born second she must make the biggest splash Because she was born second she must fight the dragon and be its captive She must shine so bright my shadow disappears
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Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 11:57 PM UTC
Birth Order
Next time I'm gonna take my time Spread it out so it lasts Answering desire with your gasp Your hair I pull with a gentle grasp You've opened your body and soul to me Being bound makes you feel free I would never take advantage Of the openness you've offered to me I am your protector and your rock Your pleasure is what brings my pleasure The trust you give I cherish with respect I know just when to let go When my hands are around your neck You know that I would never go too far Because I know exactly what you can handle Half of the pleasure is finding out what your limits are The other half is finding the limits then raising the bar Although I may be in charge and I may be in command Your pleasure is what I seek Your pleasure is what makes me feel free
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May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 5:09 PM UTC
Your Pleasure is my Pleasure