images shape shift as is wont
fears and demonic desires taunt
forms appear and then disappear
such illusions no longer daunt
we’ve lent to God’s heartbeat our ear
therefore in our heart there’s no fear
all that pervades, is a bliss mist
signalling His presence is near
we exist with no to do list
ego exhumed, we don’t resist
bliss flame within transmutes our form
being by Divine Mother kissed
each effect has a cause
be gentle and mindful
as we sow, so we reap
poised in the void let us
take a consciousness leap
each effect has a cause
settle all debts of love
ensuring heart is pure
forgive, forget, move on
in tranquil peace endure
each effect has a cause
though this life will roll on
if we be nonchalant
in state of surrender
twists of fate do not daunt
each effect has a cause
yet karma is burnt off
once cravings are released
our suffering then ends
since ego is deceased
her steps rhyme with mine
an echo between yearn and daunt
I ask her to keep pace, her shadows pine
voices behind me, slick and gaunt
—the phantoms want to keep her
the light ahead hazy, yet I demur
we’re so close—or too close
panic surged deliriously, in prose—
my eyes turn to my asphodel...
her lost shadow whispers: ‘farewell.’
Irish Equines and Scottish Rubbish
Admiration's and Despondent
days
as sail will say of sewing's
days
antonym was taught with
pleasant pirch
Birch as drawn or Castled wrong
heavenly curvatures
rarely daunt
Playful men aboard, a sea
Days end nights
Arabic keys
Bought, brought at boughe
nestled beside, curries
left favorite
only and when boats as steam
are played fifth
dedicated to orders and the vice of an Admiral's Home
Donald from Queens
Trumpeting with a trumpety, trump
Off he went by any means
He trumped, with a pump, and a jump
O' He triumphed
He dazed the lot
Trumped and thumped
With words of thought
Crazed, ablazed, and unflaunted
Hailed by his ways
Thumping his way forward, un·daunt·ed
Through the hoops, of word and phrase
President Donald Trump, it's true
The Bard of the Deal
America, Red, White and Blue
Four more years coming of Trump zeal
© daniel miltz
She'll be the queen of my decrepit ridgeline,
Her crown, heavy with my wasted want.
Never knows best, a fault of design.
Her tensions a dagger, a cunning divine,
A soul-bleeder, god as a vaunt.
She'll be the queen of my decrepit ridgeline.
The arson of anger will never confine,
For the plaid that’s been woven, I a gaunt
Never knows best, a fault of design.
I check the guest list for a name I can’t find,
A ghost of a promise, a lingering taunt.
She'll be the queen of my decrepit ridgeline.
I hate sour drinks, but I chug it all in time—
A golden apple; a jaunt.
Never knows best, a fault in design.
As the season passes, with its cruel incline,
I swallow one more time; her shadows daunt.
She'll be the queen of my decrepit ridgeline,
But never knows best, a faulty design.
The Value Of Prayer
Miracle Man
1/31/2024
My petition isn’t always answered with flare,
but I know first hand the value of prayer.
The results in my personal life will attest,
to the times God answered and I was blessed.
Sometimes my answer has been later or no,
and though disappointed I moved on with gusto.
Because it hasn’t always been my need but want,
I’ve tried to stay positive and avoid Satan’s daunt.
Philippians 4:19
King James Bible
But my God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus.
You cannot know the good from bad, what course did change for actions had.
A thousand gone from dawn till dusk, a hero birthed egregious loss.
To stay the darkness, the dead of night, what strength they gain from losing fights, the last to stand on failing line, survive.
The light had made home, oh glorious ark, vessel made virtue, by warrior heart, even defeat adorns you well.
Know me fighter, your most failed writer, yet still I offer hope. Not a feeling things work out, but a feeling, that keep us going, when they don't.
Stand again, meet perilous end, where glory still finds home. For everyday did you dare to dream, a difference made by your own.
Life had made so bitter sweet, every close and near defeat, we shall ever know. For somewhere in the soul, our resolve has surely grown.
Take up your banner, stand up again, know the grip of firmer hand, and daunt the line once more. For I stand beside you, no more to be alone. Against all odd, we know this not, and hope is greater still. It'll pick you up and dust you off, both heart and will renewed.
Although struggles of earth life daunt,
myriad are colours we flaunt,
for at our core, we’re living light,
each life breath, deepening insight.
Aligned with conscience, gentling touch,
we lean no more on thought flow crutch,
radiating love day and night,
each life breath, deepening insight.
We know now God dwells in each form
and His boundless grace keeps us warm,
with bliss beats heightening delight,
each life breath, deepening insight.
Not till the last forest’s flattened on earth,
The last few drops drip down no more nor leak,
Till crawling deserts daunt, the lands look bleak,
The last river’s all bare from very birth,
And last well on Earth's barren breast drys out,
Man’s greed gets never gratified in full,
Till stark nude earth’s all left there’s for this fool,
Humanity hangs in despair-filled doubt.
He stares still— Nature hanging on last thread,
The will of Mother Earth all but wilted,
Most of world’s precious snow all nigh melted,
And coastal seas advance with unknown dread.
What next? Till tortured Earth’s barren like Moon,
I doubt still, man gets wise any time soon.
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Sonnets |01.01.2010, revised June 2023|
I don't know what's happening
I want to stop it but I can't
I am so terrified and am shaking
No one can stop this except the holy saint
I guess I am in the wrong path
Want to go to the other side
But I am tearing myself apart
I guess my confidence is enjoying a ride
Now I think I can't do this
But my heart really want to
Want to enjoy that cool bliss
I hope my dreams come true
Seems I forgot the name of determination
It will never leave if I want
Then dreams will be the crown of my coronation
Aims will never be something I will daunt
In thoughts of death when sleep possessed my eye,
I saw a daunting figure, benign still:
I’ve come to escort thee by divine will,
Hope, with thy own wise will ye will sans why.
Scores of my body cells die every day,
A bit of me each moment as ye know,
Life’s born to die, death all along lurks low,
Why just today? I hope you’ve not lost way.
I need come here none of them to escort,
But only when the soul wants to depart,
Let death daunt every heartbeat of thy life,
I usher soul alone to divine court,
To know right time to depart’s subtle art,
As is to know when karmic cup is rife.
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Sonnets | 07.04.2023 |
Poet’s note: A dialogue between a dreaming soul and the messenger of Lord of Death, Yama, who on death sends his deputies to escort the soul.
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Winning done by sinning will be gaining no meaning!
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Anger appears to be stronger, but the rancor will linger fairly longer!
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If you really want something, nothing must daunt you to think you can't!
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In your mission, submission to rules must be given permission to realize the taken ambition!
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Vast scope is there and so forget the past and do your duty fast to win glory at last!
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Fear and each tear will cripple cheer to stop you from grabbing success my dear!
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Forget the past to get peace or else success can't be met, but in its place comes regret!
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Kind words soothe the mind of mankind as in them precious treasure all find!
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Peace will appease and please the soul if we bend our knees before God and increase prayers during our life-lease!
The sadness had been costing you sorrow.
That may daunt you, but it will not kill you.
It's just the ground, it is rather narrow.
The sadness had been costing you sorrow.
You could hear the rest of the tale morrow.
Much to say, but your heart still beating too.
The sadness had been costing you sorrow.
That may daunt you, but it will not kill you.
Written: March 05, 2023
It was a light of firefly
Ceases with break of day, but still in den and tunnel darkness outburst.
Outsketch of city I stayed, a poor and a distuted land.
Had to seek and applly for a job. But fate encroached me like weeds
I Never got selected even on mare watchman job.
My certificate now rot and worms feeds on it in my pouch.
I feel searching a living in haystack needle.
I daunt, and drown. Sorrowful enough, I go with my problem leaving siblings misery again.
Haggard, then I kowtow maybe happiness would pay me a visit.
But trouble shake my hands before I unfold them.
I'm so alone, drowning, dying but none come to my rescue
I cry without being heard, world slowly shut before me.
I close and open my eyes maybe to wake up from this dream
Only to realise its my real life
Fated to doom, I drown and suffocate to death.
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