Best Daunt Poems
A trip to a very large
and far away hospital.
I was visiting a sick member
from church, there belittled
For a wet place I felt on my pants
I sat on a drenched seat
You bet I wasn't very composed
With coffee stains to greet
My husband had sat a cuppa
down recklessly on the seat.
It had spilled~ soaked fabric cushion
Also brown chicken white meat
My face was red walking the halls.
I wasn't a debutante
Embarrassed totally
But wouldn't let it me daunt
Written: July 12, 2016
Inspired by the contest
A time of change awaits you, friend.
It crouches on your track.
It peeps its head round yonder bend
and knows you can’t go back.
And being time, itself it bides,
(albeit a time of change).
You cannot know how well it hides
and still be in your range!
Your path might be a jolly jaunt
when suddenly appears
that deviation there to daunt
you in the coming years.
A monster ever stalking you. . .
then one day it may pale,
and thankfully you start anew
upon another trail.
Or maybe you’ve gone traipsing down
a road of misery,
and wishing only you could drown,
you stand beside a sea.
But look! What beckons you away?
A time of change, (no beast)
has handed you a bright new day
and hopelessness has ceased!
for Giorgio's Impress Me IV Contest
Motif: Philosophical
his kiss haunted her, howled at her, it edged through the crowd
just to daunt at her, this was a cold she had never known, blown
winds through creaky shutters, shuttered thoughts of fireside talks
and walks, his lips able to do the impossible, possibly taking from
her the one thing she knew to be pure, her warmth;
she panicked with frenzy, her body now a clock, wound tight, full
of fright, never having felt these waves, slaves to his hands, as they
ran everywhere within her soul, paralyzed with suspense, tense, as
her insatiate desire for velvet touches grew anew, her eyes closed,
as the conquest pursued, locking in her memory, this glory, this
story, as if it were the last one she'd be allowed to have in this life;
her body trembled, desire assembled, as he admired the alluring
contour of her silhouette, sweeping across her skin so soft, with the
lightest touch of persuasion, perfection soon, a union of bodies
abound, found within this moment of two into one, she needed to
find him, a whim of mercy, free from inhibition, falling deeper and
deeper, into every heartbeat, he knew he could destroy her with his
touch, touching her with only his trust, he prepared to forgive her
sensations as they demanded more and more of him, here, with her;
then they climbed to the canopy to see the sun together, their hands
locked, the rush of rays exploded their worlds, weeping willows of
emotion covered the bridge formed between their eyes, glued to one
another, gazes gazing, lofty and full of love, an expression of silence,
forever etched, echoes in space, jumping stars, eternal and free,
dreaming;
finally, falling blindly from the deepest canyons in the winter sky,
tears of joy, jumping off the cliffs into pools of warm water, tranquil,
splashing passion onto walls, painted brushstrokes of temptation,
wondering how could they duplicate this moment again, he whispered
into her ear the sweetest words she loved to hear, then he kissed her,
again, and again it began, their worlds bound to the everlasting end;
February 8, 2016
For my days fall away
But I remember you
I want to touch the memories
I just don’t know what to say
As my days fall away
I vaguely remember the chicken pox
Colored popcorn
And my first grade made
Robotic cereal box
The hen and the fox
I remember wanting a fire truck one Christmas
The marble red paint
The glass window in which it stained
I remember my foster mom saying it’s this one or nothing
I remember being too stubborn to accept the smaller version
Its these memories I daunt
It’s these reflections that constantly haunt
These were the highlights of my life
These were the only happy moments I knew
Yet I left them, moments so few
I remember where the wild things are
I remember marshmallow peanuts
Trick or treating and roasted pumpkin seeds
I remember visitation days
The beach-less sand the way we as children once played
I remember the door that never closed
Mexican casserole and never getting enough
Being afraid to swim
Yet finding my way to the roof of the house
With no way of getting down
I remember my first field trip
The dinosaurs and wanting to be an astronaut
I remember my San Francisco 49ers jersey
Number eighty, jerry rice my favorite player
Now days I tend to only clash with the mayor
It seems that images follow a window of time
And after it’s exhausted
We summon them our memories
Searching here and there, hither and thither not knowing when to stop
The road is long the path is narrow the hill so steep, is there a top?
Each twist and turn, a new obstacle, something else to overcome
But there is a way, a map for your world, no trail of biscuit crumb
Love finds you when you are lost, when the mist swallows you up
It clears away the storms; it keeps filled the cup from which you sup
The road becomes a pathway, the pathway becomes a road
The hill becomes level; love even carries that heavy load
The road well driven may not be the best, just because it’s used oft
Sometimes a change of direction helps find us when we are lost
Our road still driven need not make us worry, and should never us daunt
The road we are on needs a bump or two, it needs a little tease and taunt
A road so straight and often used, becomes a boring drive
We need a few little obstacles to remind us we are alive
So take your love hold it close, use it to guide your way each day
Then the road still driven will not be arduous, you will always find your way.
©
10/12/2012
Entry For Contest 'A Road Still Driven'
Knock, Knock!
Who is it that goes there,
It is me; I am in your air,
And a deep root we share.
Knock, Knock!
What on Earth do you want?
It is me, the one they daunt.
But you and I have to jaunt.
Knock, Knock!
Would you just go far away?
It is me, and forever I’ll stay.
I ‘m here giving you the way.
Knock, Knock!
Why must you keep bothering me?
Because you are one of me and see.
I have come to set souls totally free.
Knock, Knock!
Have you not been here a time or two before?
Yes it is me; I will always knock at your door.
You’ve buried me alive deep inside your core!
®Registered: Ann Rich 2008
Nine o’clock dark
Stage for shark swim
Deep arc stakeout
Sailors phishing
Not squaring news
Sparing no one
Once debutante
Vessel vaunt sinks
For daunt of men
Dawns a new day
Silent gray-blue
Sea fray absconds
If life will daunt my
steps,I will crawl.If
stones will stumble my
knees,I will walk. If
obstacles will cripple my
feet,I will run. If lines
will stop my legs,I will
leap. If the ground will
ground me,I will fly. If
the sky will limit me,I
will soar. I will soar like
the eagle and ride on
the wings of the wind. I
will mount the
mountain and from the
top,count the counters
of the trophies I have
won on my way to the
top.
As shadows play and dance away
upon the walls within her mind,
her thoughts portray of yesterday
and long lost dreams she left behind.
A candle's light glows in the night,
and casts its shadows from the past
of love’s delight, though ‘twas finite,
these hopes and dreams that didn’t last.
A once bright flame she couldn’t tame,
his passions burning uncontrolled;
she’s not to blame, it’s such a shame
that dying embers left her cold.
These mem’ries gaunt as shadows taunt
the tearful thoughts of love’s decay
with endless daunt despite her want,
and still these shadows dance away.
April 30, 2020
Carpe Diem you said
And I ponder that line as I sit here in bed
Seize the day; don’t stop ‘til you’re dead
Don’t fight with your fists, but with your head.
Be the rebel they used to be
Be the inspiration you want to see
Chase your dreams, fulfill your destiny
It was meant for you, like the sand for the sea
Go after the life that you want
Turn away as they tease and taunt
Even though their words will haunt
And they tower over you and daunt.
Be free and choose your life
Fulfill the dreams you dream at night
Follow your heart, it’s always right
Never let your dreams go out of sight.
You told me to hold on
To the things that fill my heart with song
Don’t let them tell you that you’re wrong
Don’t be afraid though the road is long.
And I won’t forget these things you said
Carpe diem ‘til you’re dead
I won’t fight with my fists, but with my head
It’s the most powerful tool in your tool shed.
You walk at night,
No fear, no worry.
Darkness shows your might,
It's first glance I've to hurry.
You drink and smoke and chill and freak!
To my interests is none of those.
For texting a mate, I need to sneak,
Then for all the rest, once think of my woes!
How lucky I was! My dad didn't compel me die.
Yes there is a cause, I dream to reach the sky!
But you couldn't see me smile,
Harass me and torment.
Merely to show off your style,
Your deeds were wild and blatant!
Wasn't your mom alive? To teach you to respect me
Was your sister hidden in the hive? Her pains you couldn't see!
But now that time's far gone,
My power has reached the zenith!
Your worthless progressions I scorn,
Just read my vision beneath!
Until now I was all alone,
Today the whole world's at my back.
Along the current of dominance I've flown,
Against the flow now I pack!
My love remains the same,
And so does all my care.
But its no more your dirty game,
To me you won't ever scare!
Respect is not something that I now demand,
I know this world is mine.
Respect is something that now I command,
Better get it all through your spine!
I make this world a better place yo live.
And so do the rest of the women.
To universe, hope and existence we give,
Will keep on forever and ever and ever again.
I'll wear what I want,
Step out without a daunt.
Meet and hang with whom I desire,
For as long as I aspire.
I know my boundaries very well,
Won't slip off, needless to tell.
Shall do all, that does a man.
Dare you doubt if I can.
Yes!Yes I'm proud to be a woman!
Because only I can bring up a daughter and son.
Now no one can stop me from filling my life with all the existing hues,
Because from now its "My life, My rules!!"
The Northern wind to South did blow
and left a kiss upon my brow,
I least care for the other ones,
From where to where the Western runs.
Within the sailcloth’s native flight
down all the oceans could I write,
but good from it can’t come to me
as wonder I at open sea.
You blew me fast on to a shore,
to a sailors will to survey more,
in time did courage I equip,
set sails to my beloved ship,
on a voyage thus I was again,
to shelter once more then attain,
at open sea I wondered long,
Inspecting where the skies went wrong,
why won’t my Northern Wind descend,
when this sailor does on it depend;
but still the promise that I made,
to your choices my silence bade,
when will you see that I had kept,
on stranded days and nights unslept—
my silence close, with lips concealed,
when bitter truth this life revealed,
through torrents that did daunt my being
still vexing moans I kept from fleeing.
If seas could only lives reset
and baptize me to you forget,
would gladly drown in all of them
to this misery just condemn,
but only in my tears design
could I now reach that land of mine
where my silence shall leave me too,
life as a beggar there renew,
upon whose shores I would down lie,
to hearts content then cry and cry.
The Northern wind to South did blow
and left a kiss upon my brow,
I least care for the other ones,
From where to where the Eastern runs.
R.N.Khan, © 2013
A true daughter,
Delightful.
A polished gem in the Good Master's crown.
Another soul of the Virtues demonstrates
Further the role of Faith in our Lord's realm
Of the here and now...
Singing so sweetly to our Jesus
Of all the love that she had long since found in Him.
Favored for her adherence to having,
Applying the small grain of a mustard seed to the
Existing situations that she might be faced with...
Situations that daunt her not in the least...
That by the authority of His Name this dear sister
Is no stranger to speaking the Word into these
Areas of her life... into the lives of others that she has come
To hold so dear.
A maker, seller of lovely jewelry is a gift she gladly possesses,
Makes the most out of this special talent, this special craft.
Makes the recipients of these hand crafted jewels joyful of heart,
And the ones to whom had never heard the message of our
Lord's salvation,
Eternally grateful, for now they too will one day walk the Kingdom's
Streets of gold with praise, thanksgiving in their hearts.
For now though these newly born into the Kingdom take up their
Own God given gifts and talents to use them in full measure for
His Glory and many people's good... while they pass on the most
Valuable message of Jesus' redemption to all who would say yes
Lord and believe it so.
Wisdom, lessons gained.
To rise, to walk in the here and now.
When dark, depressing moods consume the joys
of living, we shrink from the world of men
and act like children with their gloomy toys;
we recall a time when this has not been.
O Melancholy, how you daunt us so!
Why are we the doomed apples of your eye?
Too oft', wherever you lurk, there we go
to your tomb where we then despair and die.
But, like Lazarus, we rise in the morn
with renewed life, grace, joy, and faith to cope;
like his Resurrection, we are reborn:
O Gloom, where are you now that we have hope?
O Melancholy, take heed and beware,
for your tomb of our despair now dies there!
And as I evolve into that person you'd never of expected,
I sense a certain taste lingering desperately inside of me,
hoping to see the transformation of your eyes
as they slowly daunt the midnight figurines dancing casually down that
lonely road.
Should the train station ever leave, please grant me my wish.
If she should ever be free,
please send her these flowers.