Short Daunt Poems
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Trump lost his power to veto
Which Democrats think is, "Neat-o!"
Trump's lawyers insist
A slap on the wrist
Won't daunt a common mosquito!
Tomorrow's a mountain I still have to climb
but not high enough to scare and daunt me
for I have pages from the past as my guide
giving me strength to face yet another day.
let zeroes mount
hurdles daunt you
surmount you must
mammon is God
life's well trod path
says fraud is light
I disagree
life for me is
a sea of love
of contentment
money's meant, see,
for rent and needs
A pearl smile
A jaunting daunt
Eyes point check
Body on point
Wet lips
Lusciousness
Sound mind wholesome spirit
Blessedness
Woman honed beautiful
9/17/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
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
New love seems so dangerous
when lost someone precious
take my word
its no easy world
walking the path
fighting the evils wrath
like nightmares memories they haunt
even the bravest of all they daunt
with no mercy they push them all
into the darkest abyss they fall
Each trouble that Man creates
Always, comes back him to haunt
If he keeps hurting nature
Nature, for long will him daunt!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 March 2021
* Scientists examined a snowflake under a microscope and
found out it was filled with microparticles of plastic!
Screaming filled the horrified air
The most horrified sound came from above
The jets, the screaming, the daunt faces
As the crash of the once beautiful Twin Towers filled the air tears of anger and regret
made a river of sorrow
All of this in the eyes of a child
Just beginning to learn the ways of the world
Frightful feelings flush his face,
damned to dance with his disgrace,
stigma stained though sight unseen,
damaged days depress, demean.
Silent secrets simmer, sulk,
hardened hairy heartless hulk,
oracle of all obscene,
decoy demons daunt his dreams.
Witless words waging war,
baleful bully, beastly bore,
cancer catches in his craw,
fury was his fatal flaw.
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.
PEARLS OF PERPETUITY
Memorable jaunt, one never to daunt.
Returned very gaunt, yet pearls she doth vaunt.
Pallor didn’t want. Now spectre doth haunt.
Calligraphy font of eccentric aunt.
Executor chaunt - ridiculous flaunt.
Niece struts pearls to taunt - doppelgänger wont.
3rd Place
4/26/2017
John Hamilton’s Rhymers delight-internal monorhyme-2 contest
In the desert
Like a barren flute
punched and airless,
Amidst sand dunes
and dusky plaits,
Where no roses bloom
only cacti prick,
Lonesome, desolate,
as emotions daunt,
Tears dried up
I writhe in ache.
Yearning for..
A melody,
A rain,
A smile,
A little red rose...
that he might bring,
an utmost utopia.
Written May 12, 2017
For "Lost love" contest by John Hamilton
If I bow to the word
And you keep to the light,
If I live in split halves,
And you draw inner circles
On the skin of another,
If you daunt me nosily
And I daunt back the world,
If I live the questions
That curl around my vaunted solitude
And you thrive on quick, solid responses
Down the unsayable lanes of the mind,
Let us find freedom in the third choices,
In the nonbelonging of the day.
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
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
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.’
Disturb not my peace! Oh flowers!
With thy sweet scents, that haunt, daunt
Worse, thy prattle with butterflies
Lest her thoughts retrace my heart; taunt
Disturb not my sloth! Oh silly winds
With thy grating, gyrating caresses
You rind my confidence, I had
Been pretending with courage-false
Disturb not my silence! Oh senses!
With dreams, desires and promises
I spurned long ago your finesse
When she took my love; gave distress
The saddest sunset I've ever seen
Shines the last of light on broken dreams
The love I have is not the love I want
But it holds me back, the love is daunt
I want you, can't you take a chance?
Won't you let me have one dance?
I know it's hard, please just see
That I need you, do you need me?
You are the dawn of my darkest night dear
The last petal on the flower
Please take a chance and see, love,
Please love me in my blackest hour.
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.
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.
At first, just ridicule and taunt
Quit complaining, says my aunt
Technology to brag and vaunt
Apps to load and screens to flaunt
I fear I’m haggard, tired, and gaunt
I’d settle for a dream to haunt
To don the mask, a task I daunt
But if I can be your confidant
We may have even reached detente
I hopped up and I took a jaunt
To breakfast for an egg croissant
Though I’m not yet a dilettante
Or leaping the baptismal font
I finally got the sleep I want
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
Courage, Man does possess!
Discover the dense forest;
Hike the high mountains;
Lonely sail the vast ocean.
Courage, Man does possess!
Trek in backwoods at night;
Challenge of satanic danger;
Crusade with global terrors.
Man doesn’t daunt anything,
Physically decide to dare;
Mindful activities to defend;
Combat all outer challenges.
Fight the external obstacles
With full energy to prevail;
But Man’s courage diminishes
To face the own evil practices
Tumultuous tale told and taught throughout time
Chiding cheers and chants and church bells chime
Parishioners of pastors who've past their prime
Claims of cunning conquers and cryptic crime
Daunt deeds to deviants dying for a nickel and dime
Grieve for the gains gone-by who grovel in grime
Sent forth by a sovereign who sought sublime
Messengers now muted no more than mime
Rue the revered who suit to rewrite the rhyme
Cast off couriers contrary to who create the crime