My Mind

Personal website of M.G. Daniel. Sharing poetry, my writings, snippets from my life and whatever's on my mind.


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The fool’s creed?

I didn’t know of Padraic (Patrick) Pearse as a poet until a couple of days ago. I am fool-140229_640.jpgguessing that name is not popular in the UK at a time like this – given recent events –  and his poetry may not be presented for public celebration.  Regardless, I read and was touched by his poem, The Fool. Perhaps it speaks to an interior conversation I have, about when to accept the fall as something that goes with the territory, brush the dust off and keep going in the same determined direction, or decide it’s time to pack it in, give it up, drop it down, let it go…and so on. Gwaaad, I have been foolish, as in this chunk of Pearse’s poem:

Ye shall be foolish as I; ye shall scatter, not save;
Ye shall venture your all, lest ye lose what is more than all;


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Spiritus Mundi and the Zeitgeist

Last night, a friend posed a question to me – on the subject of the Manchester Arena bombing: When & how will it end? I said I had been asking the same. There’s always been war and terror and maybe the historians can clarify if we’ve ever had anything like today’s strain of terrorist attacks and regime-change wars. Every time I think of my friend’s question, my mind goes to this poem:

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Read full poem here.

By the way, Chinua Achebe’s Things Fall Apart, his first novel, whose title is a line from Yeats’ famous poem, remains my personal most re-read book and favourite read of all time.


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A String of F Words (that mean fondness)

By M.G. Daniel

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Loves, let us learn to love with love – and freedom, not with fear or fights or fisticuffs or threats or throwing shade or fuming (about posts on social media for example), thinking we can truly know the message or meaning of another’s thoughts. Loves, love. Not with constant finger-pointing, fright or festering fury, forcing famines of affection, or forgetting our form, for it is forever Love. Loves, will we find fidelity if we go fast and too furious fanning flames of fantastical fables in the fluttering green eyes of faithful fiends, falling into furrows flailing and fixing failures, or furthermore fathering the flight to fame and fortune of fillies fleecing the folly of forsaking, the fated and the fêted:
Frenemies
Foreigners
Financiers
Families
Futures
Friends
Fulsome fools
The flight of the foraging, flapping about your foyer, forging peace, fomenting fun.


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Blessed are the happy-go-lucky

That old ad for an energy drink came to mind this morning – the one where the peppy zebra steps into a pond or lake or some body of water and gets snatched and pulled under by a crocodile. And just when you go ‘oh-noooo’ the zebra struts out with a predator’s skin handbag. Well, one remembrance led to another, to poet Ogden Nash and this childhood favorite, happily and frequently recited at home.

Adventures Of Isabel
(By Ogden Nash)

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