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Jo Daniel Poem
He has announced his arrival. She waits,
Listening to the thunder cracking through
the layers of air. Looking at the lightning,
brightening and frightening the darkness away,
Lapping up the sweet petrichor that comes her way.
He gushes and rushes down to meet her.
In warm welcome, she opens up
to quench her unsatisfied thirst.
The twain meet and a silence follows,
As thick as the mist that envelops this inexplicable gloom.
Emotions flood the watery lane...
His constant showers drench her very soul...
New life awakens as old lives are cleansed, refreshed.
The earth has had her fill...
For now...
Drip...
drip...
drip...
Slowly the gentleman rain recedes...
He will come...
yet again...
to meet her...
With this rainbow promise, they part...
06/08/16
2022 Poetry Marathon Qualifier's FINAL placement Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mark Toney
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Jo Daniel Poem
Hearts made of wax, sent through the mail
Should help relax, instead I wail,
They will soon melt in time's hot hands,
Loneliness is felt midst life's strands;
Hearts made of glass shatter and fail
When griefs harass, they don't prevail,
What use are these hearts so feeble,
Poor pleas of perishing people?
Hearts made of stone are cold and fake,
Even Love will own - "Hard to break",
Will they be healed? How can I trust?
Feelings concealed, what if they bust?
Hearts made of flesh and blood, I seek,
They won't crush my sentiments meek,
Understanding hearts of love - Now,
fear departs, before them I bow.
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Copyright © Joanna Daniel | Year Posted 2016
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SUMMER SUNSHINE - "Sonnetina Rispetto"
Thank you Lord for this golden day,
This sweet sunshine that smiles my way,
This warm wind wafting through the grass,
That makes my heart dance in delight;
Thank you Lord for this summer light,
That bids bulrushes burn as brass;
Thank you Lord for this golden day,
This sweet sunshine that smiles my way;
Thank you Lord for these birds that sing
A lovely welcome this morning,
This warm wind wafting through the grass,
That bids bulrushes burn as brass;
Thank you Lord for this golden day,
This sweet sunshine that smiles my way.
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14th May, 2016 (posted on 15th May)
{Dedicated to Anne-Lise - the Sunshine Smile of Poetry soup and one of my first friends here}
{Thank you Dorian for your lovely poetry form}
{Thank you Peter Duggan - your poem "How wonderful it is" inspired me to try out this new form}
(The "Sonnetina Rispetto" is a new poetry form
created by Dorian Petersen Potter
on September 8,2009.
This form has 14 lines with 8 syllables each.
It can be written in 3 quatrain stanzas and a couplet or
with an Octave(8) and a Sestet(6) lines.
The rhyme scheme is as follows: A1,A2,B1,c,c,B2,A1,A2,d,d,B1,B2,A1,A2.
The capitals A1,A2,B1 and B2...stands for the refrain lines in the poem.
Any subject)
(This is my first poem that won POTD and I was so touched. I felt honoured. This will always be a special one for me)
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Children as young as three years old,
Killed for not doing as they’re told,
Forced to forget their culture bold,
What a tragedy to unfold!
Two hundred fifteen, that ain’t less,
Young innocents abused, suppressed,
How can humans be so heartless?
It breaks my heart, I must confess,
Wonder, how they would have pleaded?
Their cries for mercy unheeded
Residential schools, not needed,
Were soon closed, but lives conceded,
In the name of education,
A way of ‘assimilation’,
Native kids faced termination,
What a gruesome excavation!
07.01.2021
{On 28 May, 2021, the bodies of 215 children were discovered in a burial site at the grounds of the Kamloops Indian Residential School using new, ground-penetrating technology. The deaths are believed to be undocumented. The school, which was closed in the late 1970s, is located in Tk’emlúps te Secwépemc First Nation. First Nations refer to a section of indigenous inhabitants of Canada, along with Inuits and Métis people.
Between 1831 and 1996, Canada’s residential school system forcibly separated more than 1.5 lakh First Nations children from their families in order to assimilate them into the Euro-Canadian and Christian ways of living. They were forbidden to acknowledge their indigenous heritage and culture or to speak their own languages.
According to an information resource set up by the University of British Columbia, children were subjected to physical, sexual, emotional, and psychological abuse.
In 2008, then Prime Minister Stephen Harper publicly issued an apology, on behalf of the Government of Canada, to all indigenous people acknowledging the country’s role in the residential school system.}
For Edward Ibeh's "This or That, Vol 4" contest
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REAPING AND RELISHING SAPODILLA PLUMS
Reaching out towards freshness all ripened,
Holding onto huge branches hovering high,
Not bothered about tan getting deepened,
I hand pluck lush naseberries straight from the sky;
Savouring sweetness with a satisfied sigh.
2nd August, 2017
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My Lord shall arise with healing in His wings,
The Sun of Righteousness, of whom my soul sings,
The Lord has His way in the storm and whirlwind,
He walks upon the wings of the whistling wind,
Under His wings shall I trust, He'll cover me,
In His loving arms, I'm as safe as can be,
I shall rest under the shadow of His wings,
My Shelter in the storm, to whom my soul clings,
In the covert of His wings shall I rejoice,
My praise is of Him, to Him I lift my voice.
6th May 2023
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Jo Daniel Poem
They whipped Him
And stripped Him
They tried Him
Crucified Him
They nailed Him
Strength failed Him
They mocked Him
Hurt rocked Him
God forsook Him
Pain shook Him
They hit Him
Spit on Him
They pierced Him
Coerced Him
They hung Him
Thorns stung Him
They slapped Him
Snapped at Him
They riled Him
Reviled Him
Yet He remained dumb
None He did condemn
I was one of them
Saviour Lord Jesus
From sin, He frees us
With love, He sees us
I was not worthy
But, He’s trustworthy
And hence praiseworthy
I’ll praise Him
Gaze at Him
Worship Him
Tight grip Him
Adore Him
Implore Him
Exalt Him
Consult Him
Glorify Him
Satisfy Him
I’ll thank Him
Bank on Him
I’ll love Him
And prove Him
I’ll bless Him
Profess Him
I’ll trust Him
Discuss Him
Cling to Him
Sing of Him.
08.02.2021
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Very many years ago,
In the land of rich men called NO,
Bobo, a poor man, had nowhere to go,
"Give me a little space to stay", he pleaded, but lo,
"Your place is out of the city," they shooed him and so,
Outside he stayed in sun, rain and snow,
Rainbows glowed, stars shone, sun rays blazed on NO and Bobo.
Reality was - All the people
In the land of NO
Benefited Out of Bobo's Woes;
For when Bobo died, (and 'twas soon)
The heavens cried, (so did stars, sun and moon)
All lights stopped shining, (darkness invaded)
The men started whining, (fear pervaded)
The rich men died, (one by one)
No one did abide, (no, not one)
NO was no more NO without poor Bobo;
The rich did never know that HE had been their Rainbow.
03/30/17
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I watch the water trickle down my blank canvas,
The whole world is crying today...
Nature has water-washed the Earth green,
The land looks fresh, as if awakened by a magic touch,
I trace the cold mist with my fingertips,
as the dark clouds are drawn towards the half bright sun...
Raindrops jump and splash in brand new muddy puddles.
Lilies look lovelier and jasmines jive joyfully,
Daisies wear dewy dimples,
even as the merry marigolds seem to melt...
And on that faraway mountain, in a summer cottage,
those roses blush redder when the rain kisses them.
My eyes glisten and my lips spread in a smile,
while I brush away those few drops left
to complete my candid dreamscape...
06/29/17
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Whatever tomorrow may bring,
Today is in my hands,
My God has thus far made me sing,
He'll lead me through time's sands.
Today is in my hands,
I can use it for God's glory,
He'll lead me through time's sands,
He's the writer of my story.
I can use it for God's glory,
Before I turn to dust,
He's the writer of my story,
My Master whom I trust.
Before I turn to dust,
Each grand new day I'll live for Him,
My Master whom I trust,
His leading Light shall ne'er grow dim,
Each grand new day I'll live for Him,
No matter what happens,
His leading Light shall ne'er grow dim,
He's my Rock and Defence.
No matter what happens,
My God has thus far made me sing,
He's my Rock and Defence,
Whatever tomorrow may bring.
06/22/17
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