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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Exchange is no robbery

May I propose: will you..emm…er…? Barter away a little of your money – very little – for my ‘fair trade’ unique brand name poetry?  My ‘Mindfield’ eBook is available on Amazon and we can get the deal going as soon as you click here 

THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT!!! Here’s a bonus gift of a chunk of a poem from Mindfield, in appreciation:

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Today is ‘Happy Day’

Because 7 is my lucky number! October my ‘delights’ month before November and Lady, living and cherished mother, Saturday favourite
day of the weak — a confluence like no other.

Feel the joy, as Paul Laurence Dunbar did in his Merry Autumn poem:

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The leaves are still quite green where I am, but that’s ok. Colour them smiling.autumn-209479_640

I am not complaining about joy and warmth on my decreed ‘Happy Day’ that falls close to Thanksgiving Day.  Good morning everyone. Enjoy the day, and some great poems about October.


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High Horse Fall

By Melania Daniel

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Bruised and broken is learning

What life is really about;

All this longing come to nought,

All this aching discomfort

 

Ends in unsated yearning

Of fine youth turned stale and stout;

They whom misfortune has sought,

They moored in a stormy port

 

To know the grace of earning

In voices that softly shout;

The way life’s victories are fought,

The racers slowed to a trot.

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For information on how to read more of my poems, please visit my writings page.


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Can you please buy my book

If you have spare change and want to buy light poetry (I’ve been told by some readers)  for your summer reading then I will appreciate your support to no end.  You can find the eBook version of my Mindfield on Amazon.

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Also, my Articles page has loads of samples of my journalism work.


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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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You have a right to be here

You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Whatever happened to the Desiderata – ever so popular in a time back then.  I saw the title line of this post in another context and it reminded me of the days when there were Desiderata posters prominently displayed for sale in just about every bookstore you went into and, it seemed, on the walls of every friend’s home or apartment you visited.

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