Posted on 27-03-2010
Filed Under (Poetry) by Daniel F Mitchell
Sad and Sleepy Twilight

Sad and sleepy twilight,
Lie your head upon the breast of night.
Weary time has come and gone.
Pillow your soul on tranquility.
Make your bed a starry flight.
Beneath a blanket of eternity,
Slumber until dawn.
Slumber until dawn.

~ Daniel F Mitchell

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Posted on 20-03-2010
Filed Under (Poetry) by Daniel F Mitchell

In the Day of No More Days
 

In the Day of No More Days - Poem

 

In the Day of No More Days

In the day of no more days,
When flames of thought, high and hot,
Burn the vessel of clay to naught,
And forever in my mind arrays,

In the culminating hour,
When darkness and light share an opinion,
When time loses all dominion,
And death is stripped of power,

When I see beyond eternity,
With eyes of immortal fire,
With the voice of a celestial choir
I shall sing across infinity.

I shall sprout untethered pinions,
Wings of endless space.
With perpetuation as my face,
And seasons as my minions,

Across the sea in countless ships,
I shall sail away from sorrow and pain.
I shall count an immeasurable gain,
With timeless tomorrow at my fingertips,

Embracing fate as my sister,
When love and lovers have become one.
And though I kiss the eclipse of the sun,
My lips shall not blister.


~ Daniel F Mitchell

 

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Posted on 15-03-2010
Filed Under (Poetry) by Daniel F Mitchell

On The Highest Plain

 

On the Highest Plain

That all my mortal strivings are in vain,
Is the aspect of a most bitter bane,
Whose poison all aspirations detain
In a prison of ignorance and pain.

I long to be as my spirit esteems;
Abiding in the concepts of my dreams.

Let tranquility be my sole refrain -
An eternal sigh that may never wane!
Only joy in existence would remain,
Were I an angel on the highest plain.


~ Daniel F Mitchell

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Posted on 12-03-2010
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Posted on 10-03-2010
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White Horses Ride

 
     
 


White Horses Ride

 

White horses ride the tide this night,
Spry upon the rolling waves!
Their hooves churn wild the salty spray!
Whitecaps surge at their passing flight!
Spindrift ‘neath their spirit raves,
That billows near then breaks away!


Frothing horses who know no fright,
Across the sea fields glide!
Ride, mighty horses, in breaking stride,
Upon the raging white!


~ Daniel F Mitchell

 

 
     

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Posted on 08-03-2010
Filed Under (Poetry) by Daniel F Mitchell

La Brea


La Brea
 

Bubbling, troubled, multitudes wash
Restlessly from ancient depths of slime.
Lives lost in the steaming mists of time
Swell up on a gurgling burbling swash,
Yearning to be free as air, from scum
Churning, loosened from their sludgy slum. 

Arise, antediluvian hosts!
Avaunt forever, primordial ghosts!

~ Daniel F Mitchell 

 

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