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Daniel Carter Poem
Look at the baseball field.
The poet’s words, a sword to wield.
To these pleasures I consistently yield.
But heavenly joys I often neglect.
Where are the heavenly spires?
The bosom that protects against the eternal fires.
Where in worship no one tires.
And the holy one’s face is clearly seen.
What is the reward that is beyond our sight?
How are we to navigate through the night,
With an invisible joy as our guiding light?
How can wicked hearts love one who is perfect?
And this thought perplexes me:
The one weeping in Gethsemane.
For his alienation from the holy trinity.
A fellowship not known by mortal men.
And yet my heart tends to go,
Towards the summer, and to the snow.
My love is for things that I know.
But the holy fellowship I‘ve never seen.
I can boast of the poet’s words.
I can admire the fish and the birds.
I can point to harmonies written in thirds.
But the Holy one’s face I cannot describe.
Man in his mind’s eye.
Can conjure up griffins and fairies that fly.
As well as fraudulent gods in the sky.
But a true deity he cannot draw a picture.
For the company of friends we are grateful.
In our camaraderies we are playful.
But we don’t desire to sit at the trinity’s roundtable.
Of that friendship we are alien.
And if there is a heavenly hymn able to touch my ear.
My eardrum may never again resound, I fear.
The face of the savior unclear,
To a mere golem returning to the mud.
Copyright © Daniel Carter | Year Posted 2016
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Along the serpentine trail, thunder
Sounds forth from beneath my feet.
All of the creatures that squiggle and squirm,
Retreat at the coming of my approach.
The waves on the lake open their mouths.
They strike each other in an intricate cacophony.
They speak to me in whispers.
I am moved by the hush of their serenade.
All around are the trees.
The wind blows and they laugh at me.
Before me is the corridor of disdainful grins,
As I walk they spew their insults and derisions.
Though, their chiding is a source of agony,
the shine on their grin gives me pleasure.
I choose to take pleasure in their shade,
as I continue my blasphemous trudging.
At the end of the path lies the serpent’s head.
There in the meadow of my ecstasy,
Is a pair of snake eyes,
winking at me in this place that I love.
Copyright © Daniel Carter | Year Posted 2016
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Daniel Carter Poem
I Watched While the World Slept
The simple minds are sleeping
On the threshold of the moon
While nocturnal wolves are weeping
None hear the barkers swoon
Darkness is uncertain
Most will never see The other side of the curtain
Yet I’m awake perpetually
Miles of asphalt vacant
It belongs to me
When the sun runs rampant
I relinquish it reluctantly
Dying quasars gleaming
Exclusively for me
A million suns rotating
Under weight of gravity
A sleeping world doesn’t see
When my day has begun
The night belongs to me
It’s in this that I’m undone Confined to solitary!
Copyright © Daniel Carter | Year Posted 2023
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It is a pitiful display
To belong where you don’t belong
Wanting to rule a former day
A worn out tune of a love song
No longer loved by the crowd
Down with the old King, so long!
The blizzard’s countenance proud
in the Kingdom of the Warm Front
Is quashed by the thundercloud
The waning moon takes affront
As sunbeams begin to amass
All victors leave the battlefront
Popular sentiments pass
Like a crying hourglass
Copyright © Daniel Carter | Year Posted 2025
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