Author: Dan

The Sun Goes Behind the Clouds

The sun goes behind the clouds

Just like when life is so loud

I cannot hear myself think

So I grab another drink

Just to quiet all the noise

Made by all those girls and boys

And the buzzing of my mind

As the melodies unwind

Of the songs and neon lights

Of so many neon nights

All those pretty little words

Spoke too loudly to be heard

Become just a garbled mess

So hereby I must confess

I know not whither, where, what

Sense there is to make or not

No quietude to be found

So I head deep underground

‘neath that recess of my soul

Where I find no joy nor dole

Blanket under I can rest

And find peace that is most blest

Where no longer must I run

Like when clouds cover the sun

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Rain in July

Cold rain in July

So cool and so clean

It makes you ask why

Or what it can mean

When things go so wrong

Yet still they go right

Like a sweet love song

On a lonely night

Affairs of the heart

Affairs of the soul

They tear us apart

And make us back whole

Like liquor and love

So bad and so good

These gifts from above

Don’t work like they should

These things that life brings

They make me ask why

We get such strange things

As rain in July

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All Hail Hypocrisy

The King conquered all, his lands to increase,

Then said, “Now I am old, let there be peace.”

The old King waged wars, spilled rivers of blood,

Then said, “All nations choose brotherly love.”

The King gathered treasures to fill his horde,

Then said, “Let honest work be your reward.”

The King spilled blood for the sake of a girl,

Then said, “Jealous love will make thee a churl.”

The King drank and smoked, spread filthy disease,

Then said, “Live clean, let our healthcare be eased.”

The King lied and sleazed, did every misdeed,

Then said, “Follow a more virtuous creed.”

And now it is done, the old King is dead,

A new King comes, to spill rivers of red.

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The Jewel of Glastonbury

Across all the lands and every sea

From bluest water to the greenest tree

They say there’s nothing, however lovely

Can compare to the Jewel of Glastonbury

 

Not Solomon’s horde under lock and key

Nor King Midas’ gifts, given for free

Nothing exists holds a candle to thee

Sweetly sparkling Jewel of Glastonbury

 

Isle of apples and the hawthorn tree

‘tis true: that place where such wonders there be

Forsooth boasts no greater glory than the

True and mythical Jewel of Glastonbury

 

Now that I know of the Jewel’s story

I know and I fear I’ll never be free

I’ll spend all my life just longing to see

That magnificent Jewel of Glastonbury

 

Now I do swear – aye by this I decree:

I’ll set out and quest most valiantly

Try and travail by any degree

To witness the famed Jewel of Glastonbury

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On Morality and Ire.

In a just person’s heart there is a fire;

it burns for a good that we all desire.

Their strength must hold fast when stuck in the mire,

through both thick times and thin, it must not tire.

Let humane wonder uphold in times most dire:

the peaceful, soul-stirring sound of a choir,

the skilled and intricate pluck of a lyre,

a loved one’s voice on a telephone wire,

the fire in a just person’s heart:

that is what I admire.

A poem for:

The Daily Prompt – Admire

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The Perpetual Clock

Time is elusive, ‘t lasts no time at all;

a leaf on the wind, winter, spring, summer, and fall.

The hands of the clock, they spin oh so fast,

perpetual motion eternity will last.

Seconds, minutes, they’re the blink of an eye,

on the face of time- bid that second goodbye.

Make use of your time, don’t pour ‘t down the drain;

for when that moment has gone it won’t come again.

 

A poem for

The Daily Prompt – Clock

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Drowning Sorrows

My soul’s heavy and light; carefree and blue,

as I sit and sip this 90 proof brew.

The heady bourbon liquor smooths my soul,

as the haunting blues tones swallow me whole.

The devil plays his game with humanity,

his daughter lusts for pain and misery.

The wrongs of the world pour fourth like water,

and so we all go like lambs to the slaughter.

Try your best to bring justice to the world;

do not dishearten if your plans unfurled.

Do not despair at life’s futility,

for in my helplessness I am carefree.

A Poem for:

The Daily Prompt – Carefree

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Spirit Drive

I ride along the road on the back of a black and chrome beast, the magnificence of the landscape stretching out all around. It is my spirit that drives me along; flying and soaring like an angelic phantom ever pushing me onward, onward on the road of eternity which stretches out inexorable before me.

The wind in the sails is the force that drives my boat, but my spirit spurs me ever on; on over the oceans of the world, on to new adventures and lands I long to see.

The wheels, body and engine of my car are all tools, nothing more than tools, which my spirit uses to take me to the place where I earn my living, or on to new destinations; to see, hear and feel the things the world has to offer.

The spirit drives my feet, flies my plane and steers my craft. The spirit carries me away to the wondrous places of the world. It is the strongest driving force; it takes us to work every day or to the other side of the world on a whim. It shapes the world, it builds and topples empires.

The spirit’s drive makes us alive and helps us to thrive.

 

A short for:

The Daily Prompt – Drive

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