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Francis Don Daniels
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  • Miami, FL
  • United States
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Thanks Kent for your comments, your diligent attention and recognition. Very perceptive of you. I'm frankly surprised anyone, other than a literature professor, would see this. Yes, three phiosophies in one poem. But more to the point, in one po...
November 20
Richard, This is marvelous. Yes to all the above. I would, however, like to see the proceeds go to World Lioteracy Crusade.
November 19
Whoa, Don, that's enough poem for a large group of great poets. Or, a set of philosophies within a single poem??? Whew.
November 18
Very cool Don. I like the imagery and the metaphors.
November 18
Francis Don Daniels added a blog post
A poem sticks deep in my throat. I cough and cough, yet it will not rise. I ask the poem, Why do you rebuff the poet's embrace? Comes the reply, Why do you not disrobe and go naked as you are? I say, Out of the question- I am a man of Earth and...
November 18
I love this romantic stuff you do.
November 18
Now that was an amazing sailing ride
November 5
Francis Don Daniels added a blog post
Life maker, life taker, towering phoenix on high, magically over the oceans you cross with powers no one can deny. Alone at the bow I stood there in awe- bound by your imposing form, rapt in uncertainty as to what I saw and feelings equally torn....
November 5
Now I know this is probably over the heads of those "uninitiated" beings, but you're doing a hell-of-a-job to change that. A great little parody on irresponsibility in alluding to the The Factors.
November 4
Gosh, Kent, I'm delighted to see your acumen for "traditional" verse. Likewise, your Sci-Fi proclivity shines through as Romantic as Coleridge, or as revelatory as Donne. I applaud your versatility! And the use of the metaphor Nemesis is brillian...
November 4
This is awesome. WHERE or HOW on EARTH did you arrive at this??
November 4
Smooth as eternal glass.
October 29

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Favorite Quote
"A pebble, dropped in a pool, can make ripples to the furthest shore." LRH
Brief Bio
Born a 5th generation native Floridian which makes me an endangered species, I have since taken refuge on the Isle of Fantasy in the Theta Universe. By nature I am a poet and a romantic by heart. I am neither a writer or poet by formal education, rather a thetapoet. ( Please see my personal blog before for further description of "thetapoet".) I am also a painter of my illusions and a contributing artist to Festivals on The Paths to Fantasy, its home universe of Monteisola on magic Lago D' Iseo, Northern Italy. My poetry has been published in several anthologies by The International Library of Poetry. Through my writings and paintings, I attempt to give voice to the human spirit in a time where materialism and pedantic intellectualism are prized and barely a whisper is given to the spiritual side of man. It is my purpose to progress as an artist with the vision to remain a free artist.
Personal Website
http://thetaplay.blogspot.com

Francis Don Daniels's Written Works

Francis Don Daniels

A Question Of Beingness

A poem sticks deep in my throat.
I cough and cough, yet
it will not rise.

I ask the poem, Why do you rebuff
the poet's embrace?

Comes the reply, Why do you not
disrobe and go naked as you are?

I say, Out of the question- I am a man of Earth
and depend on this body.

The poem, And insist on hugging a corpse
when a Universe is there to court?

Such is the enigma baffling
a poet humanoid- a question of beingness.

Vacant in a motion like wind,
set and established like time.

Intangible as love,… Continue

Posted on November 18, 2009 at 11:30am — 3 Comments

Francis Don Daniels

The Albatross

Life maker,
life taker,
towering phoenix on high,
magically over the oceans you cross
with powers no one can deny.

Alone at the bow
I stood there in awe-
bound by your imposing form,
rapt in uncertainty
as to what I saw
and feelings equally torn.

Dreaded serpent from Hades
whom ancient mariners did flee?
Or, Protector of the Seas
and beacon to guide me free?

Or, a child's dream, albatross-
imagination's pilot afar.
You deathfully sank
into the flaming sun
and divinely rose
as the evening star… Continue

Posted on November 5, 2009 at 12:00pm — 1 Comment

Francis Don Daniels

Autumn

In Autumn when leaves
are gold and rust
no longer green

stifled
by null,
corrosive air

aflame
in burning hue
of vitriol sky

I ponder
the scheme of life
the cycle of birth-decay

and quietly recall
old dreams
once made.

Like fallen blades
upon the earth
were swept away

wind-blown
till out of reach
and faded with acid time.

But dreams
unlike leaves need
no season to bear

no rain
or sunbeams
or ethereal air

the soil
from which they spring
neither clay nor humus black

but,
from a spiritual… Continue

Posted on October 29, 2009 at 2:29pm — 1 Comment

Francis Don Daniels

No Loitering

Perhaps
it was forgotten
you once were free.

Calloused
by false hopes
and dreams.

And now set
by that glue
to planet Earth routine.

No longer to give notice
to the signs that read:

"No Loitering"
( City Ordinance Title 03.6732 Sec. C ).

Recession Blues.
Languishing 401K.
Home values upside down.
Credit lines slashed and
tight money flows-

Laid off
from company downsizing
to find you are too educated
for the job market,
or considered by others
too "old"

And foreclosure looms.

Space is for… Continue

Posted on October 1, 2009 at 11:30am — 1 Comment

Francis Don Daniels

The Enlightenment

( Author's Note: This writing is inspired
by the philosophical works of L. Ron Hubbard.
Thank you, Ron, for your love and dedication
to helping mankind. "Namaste".)
~~

I am touched
by your aura
as with magical music
and mystical wind.

Thousand of miles
are but a grain
of sand.

So it's you
who make the seasons,
the earth which flows
from the mouth
of the sea
to a perfect rose
and majestic peaks.

( Even these words I write
are words written
with beauty
which is your hand.)

Spirit of Wine
with… Continue

Posted on September 21, 2009 at 4:15pm —

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At 4:03pm on November 25, 2009, Sharon Johnson said…
Thank you, fine sir! I've read several of your poems, and it is obvious that you have an ability to flow the written word with aplomb and style! Thank you for sharing your creates!
At 11:41am on September 17, 2009, Neil Davis said…
Your bio is pleasing poertry also !!!!
At 2:55pm on August 23, 2009, Kent Davis said…
Francis,

Amazing work, really amazing and spot on.

Nothing else to say other than keep it coming -- the world is so incredibly thirsty for this.
At 3:49pm on May 20, 2009, Adrienne A Boutin said…
You're right on the money Francis,i am a musician!You are very observant.i feed off vulnerability-my own,but more often others.Most of my written works are lyrics. i have a myspace with only one shotty video for now-feel free to check it out. Your kind words are encouraging to keep on.
At 5:04pm on May 19, 2009, Adrienne A Boutin said…
Thank you so very much.my only regret is i can mearly describe a touch of the overwhelming caress that is a wolf's song.im glad you are able to grasp that.
 
 

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