Arose from the bowels of Holocaust
Deceit serrated t'belt the buoyance of war hailed call
Hail thee to hall, to avenge thy brother
Impelled mysteries of destiny reigned the doom of insuperiority o'er wary world
The heathen hath halt the assault o'er imperious arms
Armed with salt and thy brother's head and heart
Strangers decree and massacre of superiority lesserly spake this tidal turn
And chant the overture of impartial time
Dearest friend, O fiend of brotherly arm
Spickle saline hath mock the imperious heart
Chaste t'torn t'merely marr this parting passage
Risen from the bowels to face the decaying mortal vantage
Journey of Life
Life is a fleeting gift, a quest,
Where shadows dance to find their nest,
We rise and fall, like waves onshore,
Let`s hail the present, seek no more
Find beauty in strife, learn from tears,
As life is a journey, so dear.
Hail Holy Queen
Mother of Mercy
Hail our life
Our sweetness
And our hope!
To you do we cry poor banished children of (Mama) Eve
To you do we send up our sighs
Mourning and weeping in this valley of tears
Turn then O most gracious advocate
Your eyes have mercy toward us
And after this
Our exile
(Please) show us the blessed fruit of your womb (Father Christ)
O Clement
O loving
O Sweet Virgin Mother Mary!
Poetry Form: Free verse
Date Typed: May 19, 2025
Time Typed: 9:35pm
Hail (Mother) Mary
Full of grace
The (Divine) Lord is with you
Blessed are you among women
And Blessed is the fruit of your womb
Father Christ
Holy (Mother) Mary
Mother of (Divine) Lord (Eternal) God
(Please) pray for us sinners
Now and at the hour of our death Amen
Poetry Form: Free Verse
Date Written: May 18, 2025
Time Written: 7:39pm
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clouds ~
remnants of w i n t e r
hail is everywhere
Wheat ears silenced by its sound
farmer's tears now dried
steal your thunder?
never.
i’d rather weather the storm with you,
holding hands through the hail.
cocooned by a love so rare,
i’m proud to be your equal,
your shelter,
your fellow poet
stitching stanzas in the sky
Hail us as a devoted soldiers in camouflage,
see us march forward with a head held up high,
it's a choice we have made, we walk proudly;
we are going where many can't decide destiny:
shouldn't we consider ourselves lucky?
Only the brave ones protect liberty,
never losing their valiant spirit and courage:
young girls behind the police barricades sigh!
There are thousands of us holding weapons and flags:
who dares to challenge us: we're the strongest army,
we have pledged allegiance to our great country eternally;
some have deserted the camp: we stand behind trances!
Hails us as devoted soldiers in camouflage,
nothing scares us: don't we show invincibility?
Follow us to the warships as if it were a pilgrimage;
it's very sad to see them wave goodbye and cry!
Who fights for freedom doesn't fear enemies,
no flag will be taken down despite the threat;
it will wave steadily to incite fervor in us:
nightfall may dim our sight, not our grit!
HAIL TO THE KING ON HIS BIRTHDAY
Today, let’s celebrate MLK’s birthday;
His dream seemingly deferred, but not deterred:-
His reality lives and his dream of liberty is on the way;
His “I Have A Dream” legacy speech, reality words heard:-
A bold and brash decree
With a TRUMP AND A TALE he stirred the sea
A leader's journey, in the spotlight's gleam
Echoes of a nation, chasing the American dream
© daniel miltz
Dark thick clouds roll in
Lightning, thunder, and hail stones
Run to the basement.
You sit upon me all the time
as you compose your latest rhyme.
Yet, you never deign to admit,
it's - what's the word? No, that's not it.
It's time you give me some credit.
Yet, I never make the final edit.
Consider me a hero, unsung,
on which the taint of disregard is flung.
It comes from high, it comes from low.
Don't compare me to driven snow.
It is a thankless job for sure,
so, I wouldn't use that metaphor.
Your poetry makes your guest vomit?
Sure - use me, but don't use Comet.
I ask you with an ironic smile,
Won't you clean me once in a while?
It's time this missive comes to an end,
your disrespected ceramic friend.
A fine line separates hope and fear
Fear, not being the absence of hope
but hope taking a sabbatical when you need it near
Thoughts wander off every inch of my convolunted atmosphere
Wandering off in search of a grain of hope
hope that may spark an ounce of cheer
Calm and collective i may appear
Appearance, just a shade covering the conflictions in here
Standing on the land of adversity, longing for a hail Mary
light at the end of a tunnel, a beautiful light, a flare of a chandelier.
From generation to generations, thy redeemer lives
From age to ages, He never fails
In all dealings, thy conquer
He always come through, breaking chains and shackles
The undisputed CHAMPION, without dispute
Who is like thee, Our Champion... MOST HIGH in fairyland!!!
Always fair and consistent, Above
Elevator of, the Low at buttom
Finds the lost, makes a way
Beautiful and worthy in all ways, maker of heaven and earth
Breeder of light and dark, maker of night and dawn
Giver of all, relentlessly
Dynamic leader, catalysts of growth, catapulting the down cast
Sitted, above and below, rewarder of, the good and bad.
"All Hail"
Within the sky of blue,
embedded liked jewels
the many hidden colours,
the truest hues
arrive in storms,
where all the hail
like eyes falling
from the vaults
of heaven
melt bad dreams,
and the better,
lost in cloudy vision,
are drawn back in
and up again -
all hail
the Inclement,
and their
cloudy whethers
Candide Diderot. ‘24
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