Daniel Turner Poet Rhyme

The Miser

The miser pinched his pennies
A mime who danced for dimes
Reserved in days of plenty
For days of rose and wine

Planted seeds of kindness
Did tend his garden well
Toiled forever mindless
Awaiting the steeple knell

But came a spring of drought
Bright green did turn to brown
Old miser chanced on doubt
As blood dripped off his brow

The summer hinted rain
In fall the winds did blow
Winter froze the panes
Next spring it rained and flowed

His nest was all but barren
The garden wild with weed
And days of his preparin'
Had all but gone to seed

His roses did not bloom
His wine did sour and smell
No dancing did resume 
Alas the tolling bell


   an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner

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Keith Bickerstaffe February 2, 2016 at 5:57 PM He who does not tend to his affairs is likely to suffer distress as you so rightly point out. Full of brilliant imagery and superb phrasing. Well done! Best wishes, Keith Daniel Turner February 2, 2016 at 6:20 PM Much obliged, my friend. Words to live by. Thank you for your support and kindness.

Sarita Milliner February 2, 2016 at 8:11 AM This poem tugged at my heartstrings! Beautiful write! Daniel Turner February 2, 2016 at 8:17 AM Thank you, Sarita. It happens all to often, a catastrophic illness or event and no matter how much we plan and prepare, it just doesn't seem to be enough. I appreciate your support.

Anne-Lise Andresen February 1, 2016 at 1:08 PM - Great written, well done Daniel ! - // Anne-Lise :) Daniel Turner February 1, 2016 at 1:35 PM Thank you, Anne-Lise, for the beautiful flowers.

Nette Onclaud February 1, 2016 at 11:06 AM accolades for you, daniel... a serious, meaningful artword!... huggs! Daniel Turner February 1, 2016 at 1:34 PM Thank you, nette, I'm always glad to have you stop by to read and comment.

Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser February 1, 2016 at 3:34 AM creatively written and flows so well.. =`)~Olive Eloisa =`) Daniel Turner February 1, 2016 at 6:32 AM Thank you, Ms. Olive, You're so kind. I am so glad you stopped by to read and comment.

S.Zaynab Kamoonpuri February 1, 2016 at 12:09 AM Great n sublime in metaphor and the phrasing very poetic. The rhyming is superb too but the meter n f low is what is even more wonderful. A mod ballad on the plight of the miser woah. Kudos. Pls do review my latest poem too.

Andrea Dietrich January 31, 2016 at 8:31 PM hey I really like this, poemdog! and it flows really well too. Daniel Turner January 31, 2016 at 8:48 PM Many thanks, Andrea. A metaphoric tragedy. It happens to almost everyone who suffers a catastrophic illness or event, No matter how much you plan and save, you're never quite prepared.

Afolabi Muideen January 31, 2016 at 2:31 PM A beautiful and great poem. I enjoy the read........A.M. Daniel Turner January 31, 2016 at 2:50 PM Thank you, Afolabi for taking the time to read and comment.

Demetrios Trifiatis January 31, 2016 at 2:15 PM captivating poem relating a story so beautifully written, dear Daniel! Daniel Turner January 31, 2016 at 2:49 PM Many thanks dear friend. Sadly, it is the story of many lives that suffer in catastrophic illnesses or events. I am glad you liked it.

Jeannie Cronin January 31, 2016 at 9:20 AM Nicely done! Daniel Turner January 31, 2016 at 9:25 AM Thank you, Jeannie. Your continuous support is overwhelming.