Posted on 31-08-2008
Cinnamon Tree
Filed Under (Poetry) by Daniel F Mitchell
Cinnamon Girl
Cinnamon Tree

See me dance beneath a cinnamon tree,
With a cinnamon girl, with her arms around me,
Beneath a cinnamon tree.

See how I shine in her cinnamon eyes,
Dancing till dark beneath cinnamon skies,
Beneath a cinnamon tree.

I am in a trace with a cinnamon girl,
Lost in romance, in a cinnamon whirl,
Beneath a cinnamon tree.

I am swimming in a cinnamon sea,
Deep in spicy waters where passions flow free,
Beneath a cinnamon tree.

I am in flight through a cinnamon night,
Floating on clouds of cinnamon delight,
Beneath a cinnamon tree.

~ Daniel F Mitchell
 

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Posted on 26-08-2008
Seven Souls of Santa Monica
Filed Under (Poetry) by Daniel F Mitchell
Seven Souls of Santa Monica
 
Boy in baggy pants soiled by street dust
 
I dance to escape all worry,
With an effort all mortals should laud.
With body and soul in a flurry,
I dance that the world will applaud.
 
Girl swaying slowly with a microphone
 
I sing my glory aloud,
Unsurpassed by any voice before.
I sing down to the crowd,
Intimate yet proud,
Whose attention I want, yet deplore.
 
Vagrant man wearing orange plastic slippers
 
I am an invisible man,
Without a body or name.
The masses pass me by,
Sometimes wondering why -
And this is my claim to fame.
 
Woman who looks no one in the eyes
 
I walk to be seen,
Sensual and lean,
Dressed in my gaudy gown,
Impeccably clean,
Cunning and mean,
Queen of a haughty frown.
 
Man with a big wooden cross
 
For God I live!
His message I give,
In a fervor born of his love.
For my brothers I care!
I desire to share
His bounteous blessings above.
 
Grizzled old fellow with a broken-headed drum
 
My beat is unsteady, I know.
But I ignore the disdaining smile,
I play my tune for a while,
Before it is time to go.
 
Boy of pink spiked hair and a jacket with demonic symbols
 
Get out of my way!
I’m in no mood to play,
Though my skateboard is tucked under my arm.
I feel angry inside.
But aside from my pride,
I’m not sure what has done me harm.
 
Man with dilated pupils rambling on the curbside
 
Oration is my opiate.
I speak of remedies to deal with fate.
With trembling hands, I gesticulate
Words my tongue cannot articulate.
 
 
~ Daniel F Mitchell  www.poetryring.com
 

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Posted on 15-08-2008
Swiftly Flowing
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Swiftly Flowing
  Swiftly Flowing

My life is just a dream
In universal flow,
And matter but a stream
That only time can slow.

The hours are swiftly flowing.
The time of youth has passed.
I don’t know where I am going,
But I’m going there fast.

~ Daniel F Mitchell

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Posted on 10-08-2008
To an Unknown Woman
Filed Under (Poetry) by Daniel F Mitchell
Geronimo's Wife

To an Unknown Woman

To an unknown woman
Who lived ages ago:
I wish that you could know
The thoughts that I summon.

When your man did not return,
When the roof thatch got too old,
When seasons began to turn,
When you became deathly cold,

Tell me, dear misery’s wife,
Did you hope to see Spring?
How did you finish life?
Did you dream of anything?

I would have helped you stand.
I would have stilled your heart.
Had the years played no part,
I would have held your hand.

~ Daniel F Mitchell

 

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Posted on 08-08-2008
Flying High Once More
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Flying High
 
Flying High Once More

Here I go, flying high,
Once more, walking in the sky.
The wind has blown my way.
And though it might not stay,
I feel no care,
Up here, floating on air.
I have no worry at all,
Of luck changing, of taking a fall.
All danger I spurn!
Anyway, flying and falling are almost the same.
An unruly game!
Why draw a line?
Falling is just fine, divine!
Hitting the ground is my only concern.

~ Daniel F Mitchell
 

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Posted on 01-08-2008
Sunflower
Filed Under (Poetry) by Daniel F Mitchell
Sunflowers - Vincent van Gogh - 1888
Sunflowers – Vincent van Gogh – 1888
Sunflower

Sunflower, fair in your bonnie bonnet,
What presumptuous cloud would dare detain
Blaze that stays radiant even in rain!
Your bright smile deserves at least a sonnet!
But what arrangement of words could suffice
To relate the grace of a star-like flame?
What mortal symmetry might better frame
Heaven shining from an earthly device?
  Bloom whose beauty the summer sky favors,
  Whose warm face winter’s lonely heart savors!

~ Daniel F Mitchell

 

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