When I Fall
By Frank Daub
When I fall unaware of sin,
is God aware of me? Does He
see sin as second chance to win
Eternity?
And if eternity’s the prize
Which degree will I find there?
The brightened streams of Paradise
Or the tempest--blackened air?
adversity can be calmly detested
but you are unaware .
the debilitating comrade hamster
of unsweet transitorily wantonness
drenched in fanged firing
is motivated by your silken salvation
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 27–August 2, 2026)
A sudden downpour
Catches me unaware
Dam burst in the sky
Concrete overwhelm
A mirror to my soul
My character in form
Detached from pain
The memory more vivid
The scars remain
Mine and others
Time to heal, mind!
Growing in virtue
I wasn't expecting the oleander tree this morning
You seized the chance of my being unaware
The flute, however, didn't falter in its whistling
Shedding all clouds, the sky became bare
29 July 2025
Unaware;
You are the ocean, the earth, the sky,.
And I a ship in the bottle
Never to touch the water;
A bird that cannot fly,
Will never know the touch of sky.
A wind that cannot lay upon the earth,
Caresses only memories of birth.
Unaware;
You are the Space that holds it all.
Each moment of Time, Upon your Breath;
Until My Death.
driving with no care in the world
watching her sleep soundly until we get there
i feel Bountifully Blessed Right Here
i am wondering what i did right to deserve her
those who know me know that i am an acquired taste
i get emotional and Give Thanks to The Father above the blue skies
it is then that i become lost and reality is an unfamiliar stranger
i turn up the volume to the rare Christmas music in my mind
i drown out all that is modern movement and now time
when you are where you wanna be with who you wanna be with,
there is nothing that can properly define the feeling
i decrease the speed as i turn left on the next back road
this is when she wakes up to ask where we are
the vibe is now as happily orange as the central fun in concentration
we both then become so lost that even our sore throats are laughing at our genuine laughter
Merry Christmas To Us, and To Us A Deserving Blessing
Why am I always ‘just a friend’?
This is the question that bothers me most.
I know I am liked, as I’m there when I am needed,
But when all is ok, it’s as if I’m a ghost.
Here I am; your mate, your pal, your chum,
I will listen to your worries and give out sound advice.
A shoulder to cry on, when you’re feeling down,
Being the good ol’ BFF comes at a hefty price.
I’ll pick up the pieces as you spilt from your latest beau,
And I’ll cheer you up with a night out on the town.
I’ll take your mind off things and be there as your pal,
Yet I’m forever seen as just a loveable clown.
However, I crave stability, just like any other soul,
Dependable, funny and confident, yet fragile best describes me.
Even though I’m always ‘just a friend’, I long and deserved to be loved too,
A loser in love, a lonely shadow of who I want to be.
It crept in with the peaceful night,
Slipping softly into troubled dreams,
Unaware of our desperate plight.
A friendly smile, the flag held tight,
Neighbors watch as we move about,
It crept in with the peaceful night.
The lines were drawn between left and right,
Hatred rose and claims put forth,
Still unaware of our desperate plight.
Choices dismantled, still we made our fight,
But crushed by force our power waned,
No longer in the peaceful night.
With cheers and chants and promises bright,
New order took hold, our dreams were dashed,
Now aware of our desperate plight.
Behind the flag we hide our fear,
Our rights forgone and tears held fast,
It crept in with the peaceful night,
Unaware of our desperate plight.
Unaware of Time passing
Of its impermanence
Learning not, through Joy's hold on each
Slid-by minute's sky-reach
With their bubble play and ball games
Boys and girls the air fill.
Therefore what else could they be
But careless, fretless. Agree?
colors galore
came from her magic pen
in paisleys and plaids
kaleidoscope of prints and fashions.
she was unaware
just throwing things onto a page
not seeing the magic others saw
it was the beauty of what kept her poems honest
she flavored many reader's days
And sometimes their weeks,
without ever realizing the glory of her words,
how mystical her pen was or how talented she was
The shag splinters the skin beneath the arch of nothing there
Fibers so tiny drenched in the ink written out in despair
The smell of stains way beneath never escapes the vine
The colors blend so differently ending to be drenched in wine
Particled of dust haphazardly laid down to never arise
Circling above disaster seeking revenge of The Lord of Flies
bmdavey@02/23/21
We were fighting over Mr Freeze pops
whilst grandpa was being cleaned for the coffin.
I saw an old man sitting by the road
His coat was torn, and his cap was low
It was clear he had no place to go
Life had given him too heavy a load.
I thought to stop and offer to share
To make his life a tiny bit better
Considered the apostle's simple letter
Possibly to entertain angel unaware
The pressure of time and place to be
Overcame my sense of charity
Only a moment to think of disparity
Before turning my thoughts to think of me.
heart palpitations
kiss he never saw coming...
planted by his crush
Date written: 10/21/2020
Tom wished he had been more aware
Of the opportunities offered out there
He was quiet and shy
Now realises why
He was too reserved to dare
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