A Collection of Poems

Sublime

In the softest swaying of a tree

Lurks a certain quiet mystery

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Up above the sky in outer space

Of this mystery we find a trace

 

Hiding then in shadows of the dawn

By a secret order goes the fawn

 

Onward go all things in ordered pace

Ruling of a kingdom, stitching lace

 

Grasping every subject in His hold

By Him all things happen as He told

 

Turning water into potent wine

By Him chaos sea is turned sublime


Pain of Life and Mental Strife

What lies ahead? Oh! What shall I find?

Shall all come to ruin and collapse?

Must I in vanity labor in tasks?

Perhaps by my toil I, until dead

May gain indulgence, my dividend,

But in this still I may perhaps

Find no joy, for all must lapse,

Then I die and all is ended.

 

Be still and do not wail.

All will soon be gone.

So does all of nature tell;

Live therefore in lack of sin.

For ships are proven in the gale

And life is not for trusting in.

Lacking Eyes

How are the weary cooled by the breeze

And many a critter finds rest in the trees

Midst the stillness of the night.

 

Many are weary and loaded with caring

Many disheartened and slain by despairing

Oh, how they are blind!

 

Were we to look to the ant on the ground

And hear in the forest a chorus of sound

Would we not find rest?

 

Many have gone out for rest in such way

But came home confounded, sad with dismay

Finding not. Lacking eyes.

 

These will continue to fumble around

Falling in holes they have dug in the ground

A melancholy plot.

 

We are the kings and heads of creation

Yet we roll in our misery all the day long

While cows and sparrows sing with delight

Oh, who will save us from this awful plight?


Farewell

We are indeed but mortal men

And we are doomed to die

But just as much our sorrow when

We’re doomed to say goodbye

And over us is cast that icy spell

Farewell!

There was a friend who stood beside

Who walked with me a mile

But now our distance, ah! ‘Tis wide

For he could only stay a while

And my heart choked as I tried to tell

Farewell!

Your very soul is ripped in two

A sudden death could end their song

And there would be but you
So why must they not stay long

To say it is to be in hell

Farewell!

One word, yet sharper than a sword

My soul begins to faint and gasp

Help me now, oh Lord

Keep them in my clasp

The word unheard where angels dwell

Farewell!

We are indeed but mortal men

And we are doomed to die

But just as much our sorrow when

We’re doomed to say goodbye

And over us is cast that icy spell

Farewell!

Eden

Back in Eden long ago

Where fruiting trees were caused to grow

The garden of the One on high

Where all was meant to live not die

How I wish to see the place

And wallow in its fragrant grace

To see the patterns God ordained

Which never lost, but always gained

To rest beneath a crawling vine

And taste of its potent wine

Or pluck from trees which reach the sky

The flesh of fruit for which to die

To call each creature by its name

And join it in its harmless game

To prune a prune or pet a fawn

And know it will go on and on

Lo, unto the land of yesterday

Carry me away!

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Daeus is the published author of two books, Edwin Brook and Treachery Against The House Of Fairwin. He is a Christian seeking God’s face when he remembers to and finding that that is all he was seeking when he seeks for something else. He is a joker who takes himself too seriously and a sack full of ambition who likes to relax. Among his top interests are poetry, reading, philosophy, theology, gardening and permaculture, athletics, marketing, psychology, and interacting with his friends. You can also find him participating in such activities as ranting about the glories of frozen raspberries or making impromptu music for every occasion.

He also is a fanatic over The Count Of Monte Cristo. Be thou forewarned.

If you would like to sample his work, you can get a free copy of his novella, Treachery Against The House Of Fairwin at the link below.

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Comments

  1. Hey, I really like these. Farewell was my favorite— very tight and rhythmic, not to mention sad and true. 😛 But all of them are lovely in different ways. Nice work, Daeus.

  2. Oh wow, those are good. Is the second one inspired by Ecclesiastes?
    It’s so neat how you made all of them have a shape.

  3. Good pieces Daeus. I agree with Kate, my favorite is Farewell, so beautifully sad. But I loved Eden. It makes me long for the new one to come. Keep up the great work!

  4. I like them all! Beautiful work, Daeus! 😀

  5. Thanks, y’all.

  6. I am definitely a fan of all of these. 🙂 Awesome job capturing a lot of really deep thoughts in simple moments–my favorite kind of poetry. Keep it up!

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