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Michael Daniels Poem
A proverb and a myth, I will tell you a tale of two teams.
I saw them last night in my dreams.
The one team was sleeker, but started much weaker,
The other was strong from the start.
Yes, the other was strong from the start.
But we found that they had less heart.
They grew and grew by one link and two,
And then they came apart.
It was too late, broke under their weight.
But the other can't suffer this fate.
The sleeker was weaker, but it was a keeper,
They shared the load with each part.
They grew and grew, by one foot and two,
And bound their strength anew.
Silly as it seems, this tale of two teams,
A myth and a proverb, true.
Though it may seem grand, or from foreign land,
You’ve worked with them hand in hand.
Copyright © Michael Daniels | Year Posted 2021
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Michael Daniels Poem
They have no roots to anchor them;
Forsaken guides that steady them.
They toss and toil, burn midnight oil,
and hide the spurs that anger them.
What cast spell did paralyze?
Electric glow in fearful eyes,
From dusk to dawn, they linger on,
From standing faith to bed of lies.
Oh glory lost! How far we've strayed,
From paths of light to twilight's fade.
We've wandered blind, with sullen mind,
In weary souls' nocturnal shade.
Hark! River calls, to all who sleep,
Come plant your roots in waters deep.
There is no toil, in fertile soil,
And trust the Lord your soul to keep.
Copyright © Michael Daniels | Year Posted 2024
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Michael Daniels Poem
They couldn't sit down 'till they got it out of town.
To send it back was nice,
But who'd have bet the odds,
They'd send it back with mice,
And golden emerods.
Copyright © Michael Daniels | Year Posted 2021
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Michael Daniels Poem
Turn in my lord! Turn in my lord!
But water I cannot afford.
Some milk is best at your request.
Now hide you and get you some rest.
But as he sleep, to him she creep,
As slaughter crept unto the sheep.
Then with a nail, his head impale,
So saved the day lady Jael.
Copyright © Michael Daniels | Year Posted 2021
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Michael Daniels Poem
Shall I liken thee to a sunrise?
Thou art the sunrise of a fall morning's glow.
Thou art the oaken breeze that bids you "hello."
Shall this describe to what I liken thee? No.
Shall I liken thee to a sunset?
Thou art a gold sunset, from the hills only seen,
To orange ribbon atop the city's crystal beam,
Reflecting heavenly diamonds, infinite gleam.
But no, this shall not be to what I liken thee.
For words fail to describe what thou meanest to me.
Copyright © Michael Daniels | Year Posted 2024
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Michael Daniels Poem
Slay me now, and take a solemn vow,
Men can't say I might have died this way,
Thrust me through, and make it strong and true.
I'm a wreck, but long live the king Abimelech.
Copyright © Michael Daniels | Year Posted 2021
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Michael Daniels Poem
There sits the City Gold
Where robbers ne'er grab hold,
Nor rot, nor moth, nor mold.
There sits a lava moat
Not passable by boat
Nor rope, nor writ, nor hope.
Outside the people scheme
As wise as any seem,
To enter, distant dream.
And there the doctors sly,
Sell passage to passers by.
Yet all who purchase, die.
This city, see, is truth.
Those lofty minds in booth,
They're selling dreams as proof.
And yet the saddest part,
When science falls apart,
And might, and math, and art,
Is entrance granted free
To all who'll come and see
This Hebrew on the tree.
Copyright © Michael Daniels | Year Posted 2024
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