Daniel’s in the lions’ den.
His enemies threw him in!
Now he can’t get out again.
Oh, what is he to do?
On his knees he starts to pray.
Pleading words he will say
That the lions stay away.
We know his faith is true.
Shivering beneath his cowl,
In the dark he sees them prowl.
Listens as they start to growl.
Oh, did God hear his prayer?
But he is safe when morning comes.
God had heard! The fear is gone!
His enemies are on the run!
Now all know God is there!
?e? st? ß??µµa µ?? f?t???, µa t? p??s?p? pa???e?
?t? ?f?sa p?s? µ?? a??µa µe p?????e?
St???µa? st? µ?s?, ?? ? ???ta µe ?????e?
?a ? f???a p?? ?a?e? ??? p??? µ?? ?????e?
?? ??? f????? p?? ???t??e, µa de? ß??p??? t? s?µßa??e?
?? ß???? p?? ??at?? de? t? af??? ?????? ?a ßa?a??e?
?a es? ?s??? e?e?, ?ta? ??a ?ta? ????
?? ? s??p? µ?? s?? ??e?e ap' ta ????a p?? p????
?e? ????? s?t??e?, µ??? d??µ??? ?a a?????
?? a? p?ft? st? s??t?d?, p??? µ???? t? d??µ? ?a de???
?a ???? p?? a? ????s?, p??? ?a?? ?a? sß?s?
Ta ’sa? e?e? ?a µ?? ??µ?se?? p???? e?µa? ?a? p?? ?a ??s?
? p??? µe ???t?e?, µa e?? de? ???? p?s?
G??f? t?? a???e?a µ?? se ???e ß?µa p?? ?a ??s?.
?? a? µ?a µ??a s?? µ???s? ??a ?sa µ?sa µ?? ??at??
Ta ’?a? ??at? d?p?a s?? ????? p?? de? f?ß?µa? ?a sp??.
?? ?ta? p?ft??? ?? s???? ?a? t? µ?a?? µ?? µe d????e?
???? p?? ? d??aµ? de? fa??eta?, µa µ????e?
Sa? sp??a p?? ??at?? µ?sa s?? ?ta? ??a ???? sß?????,
Sa? ???? p?? ap???eta? ?ta? ?? ????? se af?????
?e? e?µa? ?a?e??? ??te ???a?, ??te ??µa
??µa? a?t?? p?? s??e???e? ?? a? µ?? ß??s?e? p??ta ß?µa
?? a? ?a?? ??a ???? µ?sa se d??µ??? p?? ?a µe p??e p?s?
?a ??µ?µa? p?? ?p???e?? ?? a?t? a??e? ??a ?a ????s?
In a perfect world
There’d be no war
No famine, no poor
The ocean floor would be clean
No one would even be mean
No one would steal your best friend
She would stay loyal and true to the end
No one would just die for a meal
No one would ever lie for a feel
There’d be no need for any garden
For everyone everywhere
Would be without sin
Meanwhile,
I will just have to try to blend in
Sketching my poetry along long sandy beachlines
Only to be erased
Soon by the tide
Only then, only then
Will I transcend
From this den
That I’m in
Deep beneath the twisted root,
Where silence wears a felt boot,
The mother curls in circles tight,
A ring of warmth against the night.
Her brush is draped like silken thread,
A pillow for each tiny head.
With silver tongue and patient grace,
She washes every fuzzy face;
A rhythmic stroke, a tender sweep,
To lull her restless kits to sleep.
She nicks the clay and clears the air,
The mistress of her earthen lair.
When hunger nips at bellies small,
She answers to their whimpering call.
She leaves the warmth of huddle and home,
Through silvered wilds and woods to roam.
She answers every hungry need,
And gives her waiting kits a feed.
But if the heavy foot should fall,
Or shadow loom against the wall,
The mother transforms—sharp and keen,
The fiercest flame that’s ever been.
With bared tooth and a warning low,
She stands between them and foe.
In golden coat and eyes of fire,
She is the shield, a mother’s desire.
Until the stars begin to pale,
And dawn unfolds its violet veil,
She keeps the watch, the sacred trust,
Amidst the roots and cooling dust.
Dan in den
long winter returns
smoked clouds
Based on Zoo News, Gorilla is in den for security reasons
(For all the girls in Kwa-Zulu-Natal)
I am the Dahlia of Durban, a dramatic, dazzling
detonation of pure, palpable power and passion.
My layers are like the waves of the Indian Ocean:
deep, complex, powerful and utterly unstoppable.
I bring the heat of the Durban sun in my petals,
fiery, furious, fabulous display of sheer force.
I do not bloom; I explode into being, shattering
all previous notions of beauty with force.
I am a living, breathing, blazing masterpiece that makes
fireworks seem quite and grey.
To witness me is to surrender to the overwhelming,
outstanding, over- the- top majesty.
Winter Night
winter
crackling fire keeps
us warm on dark cold night
den lights low, blankets cover us
we doze
I am huge with the body of a lion, yet I am a sheep,
The den isn't my Zion, yet the sheep come to me only in my sleep,
My ration of the catch tastes sweet, yet from my grip the biggest ones slip,
When what I need is a jet, yet I got entangled in a slow moving ship.
I dream of a play with the sheep but the shepherd is just too scary,
My long stay in the den is not making the lions any longer caring,
The sweets in the den are now too tasteful for me not to be part of the sharing,
But all I see around me are lions that are no longer cheering.
The bigger my canines become the more my carnivorous appetite diminish,
My rumen is now depleted of energies needing the coming days to replenish,
Soon my foolishness will totally leave my stomach to punish,
But it is better for the lion in me to die for the sheep in me to be without a blemish.
That day will surely come when no roars will scare my mind,
Then my joy will come under the protections of the shepherd that's always kind,
I am just praying that peace of mind will be there for me to find,
But all I need do now is to have a lot of patience for the grace of God to bind.
Watch your step, so you don't end up here
Where people like you simply disappear
To be devoured like prey, they're on the hunt
Looking for their next victim for them to stunt
Beware of the snake pit, the ones who take
The ones who would drown you in a lake
Of their own selfish needs and desires
With a tongue forked in two, the best of liars
Don't shake the bee hive, you'll anger the queen
All of her minions buzz around free
Selecting their next target to sting
It could be you next, their reasoning is obscene
Careful of the lions' den, looking for a meal
They look mighty noble, but all they do is steal
With brute force they pounce on their target
The language of violence is the only one they get
So sharpen your knives, and ready your mind
You don't want to find yourself in their bind
They fill up this world, on every corner you see
Is a place where one of these three could be
Identity crisis
1 word has tit in it
Overall it does make you feel like a tit
Att the decisions
Who are you
Identity crisis
No matter how I spell it or shout it or whisper it or talk to someone about it
Noone listens
“Your not gay you like a boy”
“Are you a girl again”
“Are you straight again”
“Once I break up with you will become gay again
Switch it on or whatever you do”
“Who are you”
Identity crisis
Sometimes crisis feels like overkill
A mountain out of a molehill
Much ado about nothing and making a song and dance about nothing
Now that's irony
You may not feel it but your constantly questioning
Who are you
Identity crisis
Makes you feel alienated
You
You have to go through this whilst everyone else doesn't
No one can relate
I don't know who I am
Help
Welcome to Ganja Den,
The home of legal weed.
This herbal sesation,
Flowered from magic seed.
Rolled or in Gandalf's pipe,
Your trip will soon begin.
A journey that you'll love,
Alone or with a friend.
Heavenly aromas,
Waft up your grateful nose.
It's making your head spin,
And tingling your toes.
Now turn on some music,
Grab your favorite snacks.
Nobody will bust you,
So kick back and chillax.
Lone snowflakes drift in
As anorexic, claustrophobic bats shiver
Wrapped in their bat wing sleeping bags.
A field mouse plays “Three Little Pigs”
With a patch of straw.
An eerie wind whistles wickedly
Alarming an itinerant mole.
I snore, noisily unaware,
That my brother sub-let
His half of the den.
John G. Lawless
©1/21/2023
Christmas (The Big Day)
Christmas Eve, wow, the last day, before the big day
Mamas in the kitchen, banging pots n’ pans
Dad in his slippers is stretched out in the den.
The Christmas tree stands 10ft. tall
If this night isn’t over soon, I’d surely die-
Tick, tock, tick tock, the clock moves so slowly
I sneak a peek inside my Christmas stocking
Ooh the goodies I see
Makes my eyes open wide-
Presents are neatly stacked under the tree
I’ve counted at least three, and my name is on them all
Mama comes out of the kitchen and says-
"Now, now, be patient darling, the big day is almost here" -
Duchess has Den, Lind's Empathetic Yen
Laughing with Casey gave "rise" to a fall,
Giving "urgery" to surgery,
We pray the setback is soon annul!
Sometimes when mishaps occur,
Causes appreciation in full,
When things stop working,
Face the horns of the bull,
Carpe Diem! Step back & reflect,
Refute descent, resaddle!
Read, think, thank, pray, sing,
May the Big One bless you ->"Troubles Skedaddle!"
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